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High Jump
I asked her what she thought about when she sucked me.
"How lovely your cock is," she said.
"Tell me more," I said.
"How big it is. How nice it feels in my mouth. All the textures. The flavor. The way it expands as you get excited. And the sweet sap. Mmmm."
"Is it sweet?"
"I think of it that way. And I think, shall I make you come in my mouth? Or shall I make you come in my cunt? And if I decide mouth, how soon it might be."
"Do I take too long? Or not long enough?"
"You take just right. " She laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing important."
"Tell me."
"It made me think of something. You know how sometimes they call it a woodie? I was thinking about sawing a piece of wood."
"Hmm. I don't know if that's...'
"No. I don't mean sucking your cock is like that. One time when I was a kid, I guess about thirteen or fourteen, I was sunbathing in the backyard, and my brother and his friend Tommy Gainey were in the garage doing some sort of project. They were a year older. I had this crush on Tommy. My first real crush. Anyway, I don't think they knew that I was just outside that garage and I could hear them, but I didn't think it wouldn't have mattered because as far as they were concerned I was invisible. I didn't exist. They were talking about the project. They were both interested in track and they wanted to build a high jump thing, whatever it's called. 'We can use my dad's saw,' my brother Kyle said, and Tommy said, 'Cool, but do you know how to saw?' Kyle said sure, how hard can it be? Tommy said it could be plenty hard, that sawing a two by four wasn't as easy as it looked. 'Like how long could it take?' my brother asked. 'You mean like how many strokes?' Tommy asked. 'Yeah,' Kyle said, 'how many strokes?' Tommy said, 'Well, do you count in and out as one stroke?' Kyle said, 'You jerkoff, you count each stroke as a stroke, same as when you jerk off every night thinking about fucking my sister, you jerkoff.' They both laughed.
"So naturally I starting thinking of Tommy jerking off. I pictured it as well as I could. I wondered if he really did think about me when he did it, assuming he did it at all, and if he did think of me, exactly what he was thinking. And I also wondered how many strokes it took. I really had no idea whether it was like ten or a hundred or even a thousand."
"'I guess it depends on whether you count in and out as one stroke,' he said.
She laughed. "Right. Sometimes when I masturbated I imagined Tommy Gainey fucking me. Sometimes I even imagined my brother watching. And he'd be jerking off as Tommy Gainey fucked me."
"Did you ever, you know, do more with Tommy Gainey?"
"No, not really. I was too shy. I had lots of sex, but only ever in my head."
"And did they ever construct the high jump thing?"
"They did! It turned out pretty good, actually. They both had mowing jobs, and they gathered mounds and mounds grass of clippings for the landing place. The pit. They drilled all these holes in the wood for pegs to support the bar. I'd see them jumping in the backyard. I think both of them could do about four or five feet. They took it very seriously. Ha!"
"Why do you say 'ha!'?"
"One day they were jumping, and neither of them could get over this height, whatever it was, and while one of them was going through his elaborate pre-jump routine, I just trotted up and jumped over the bar."
"Ha! I bet they were embarrassed."
"They were, probably, but, I was embarrassed too. You see, I was wearing this bikini top. Small as they are now, my boobies were practically non-existent back then, but I'd just started filling out and hadn't yet gotten a larger size top, so it was more than a little tight. In the middle of my jump the string snapped. By the time I landed I was bare-breasted. I pretended it didn't mean a thing to me, and I strutted away, but inside I was so mortified. For whatever reason, after that the boys stopped jumping. In a few weeks the patch of grass got all mildewy, and my dad made Kyle get rid of it. He put the high jump supports in the garage, and next spring I noticed spiders had built cocoons in the holes. So at least the spiders got some use out of it."
"Good story. Thanks for telling me."
"My pleasure. Would you like me to suck you again now?"
"I would. Unless you're ready to try the pole vault."
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
