Davey�s Diary

by Kellis

Fall, 2016

Booklet 3: Janet

Wednesday, July 9, 1952

I�ve learned when you want something, you�ll never get if you don�t try for it � I mean, do something about it.� Ask, at least.

Georgie was on the softball field this afternoon.� He batted an infield hit and being the second baseman, it was my job to guard him there.

I said, �Invite me to spend the night with you.�

�Huh?�� He looked surprised.� �Why don�t you invite me?�

�Did you forget what Mom said the last time you stayed with me?�

�Oh, yeah.� You hollered too much.�

�Because you wouldn�t stop tickling.�

He grinned.� �You already got me back for that.�

�I know.� That�s not it.�

�You mean ��� His eyes narrowed.

I would�ve offered to suck his cock but just then with a loud crack the batter hit a line drive to third base.� Our man caught it and he and I cornered Georgie for the last out.

�Shit!� said Georgie but added, �You�re invited.�

Thursday, July 10, 1952

I rode over to Georgie�s house last night after supper.� Mom was all right with it.

We didn�t watch TV.� His dad was home and welcomed me as a fourth Monopoly player.� I�ve played with them before.� By ten o�clock his dad won and his mom sent us to bed.

We closed the door and turned out the light, but the corner streetlight right outside his window made his room almost bright enough for reading � or for looking up cocks.

He had hardly smiled all night.� �What did you come for?� he whispered, which told me he already had the idea.

�You know.�

�You�re gonna suck my dick?�

�Your cock, yeah.� That�s what the grownups call it.�

�How do you know?�

�I overheard them talking.�

�Your folks?�

�Some grownups.� What you did is called cocksucking.�

�If you say so.� What changed your mind?�

�Suppose I want to taste it.�

�You�re curious.�

�Okay, I�m curious.� I�ll suck yours if you�ll suck mine again.�

He thought about it.� �If you suck mine first.�

Why the hell not?� My reason to come here was to taste his jizz.� I didn�t realize until that moment I also wanted to show him I could make it too.

�Okay,� I said.

�Let�s get naked.�

We�d done that before, the night we got busted for loud tickling.� We hung our clothes over a chair.� He turned to me and ran his hands up my hips.

�What�re you doing?� I wondered.� �No more damn tickling!�

�This ain�t tickling.� I liked the way Harv�s hands felt.� Don�t you?�

His touch was kind of good.� I didn�t not like it.� My cock started to rise.� I felt for his.� Already hard.

�Come over to the window,� I said, tugging on his cock.

�What for?�

�I want to look over another guy�s stuff, all right?�

�You really are curious!�

But he followed me.� In the brighter light I studied him.� His dick was straight and smooth, like mine only a bigger.� The skin slipped back and forth like mine, like it was loose.� His balls were the same shape, like doughy marbles under the skin.

�Easy there!� he warned.

�I�ve got some too.� Don�t worry.�

It was time.� I squatted down and sucked his cock into my mouth.� It was sort of like swallowing the last half of a banana.� I clutched his hips and pulled him in deep.� My nose bumped his belly.� Any more would have gagged me.� It tasted of pee, like Elaine�s clit but different.� The head felt surprisingly rough to my tongue.

What had Elaine done with me?� My head began to bob while my tongue stroked.

Georgie hissed.� �God, Davey, that�s good!�

I clasped his balls in one hand and rubbed his hip with the other.� After a bit he grunted and a water pistol squirted over my tongue.

Every kid has shot a water pistol into his mouth.� That�s what it was like: my old water pistol exactly.� Except for the taste, which was the same as my jizz, maybe a little thicker.

When he quit squirting, I quit sucking, still aping Elaine, and touched the head with my tongue tip.

He said, kind of breathlessly, �I got to sit down.�

So I let him go.� He sagged on the bed.� I stood up but leaned on the cool window sill.� My cock was hard and wanted his mouth, which I would get in a minute.� But first I had to feel what it was like being a queer, being the kind of guy that was shit to everyone else.� I had swallowed his jizz but could still taste it, a musky flavor that reminded me of mould.� Almost the same as mine had tasted.

What did I feel?� What was different from sucking Elaine�s clit?� I got juice from her too, a different flavor, diluted with spit but just as yucky.� Georgie had sucked my cock too, even if only dry, and at that moment I felt queerer than he was.

Not that being queer felt any different.� I still wanted to fuck Elaine � and Sherry too, if I could get her.� I decided that it really didn�t matter who or what you fucked, so long as you enjoyed it.� Did I enjoy Georgie jizzing down my throat?� As I said, I didn�t not like it.

He came back to the window.

�Feeling better?� I said.

�Davey, who taught you to suck dick?�

�Told you, it�s cock.�

�Okay.� Who taught you?�

That put an idea into my head.� �Who�re you comparing me to?�

He didn�t answer.� �Turn to the light,� he said instead.

He felt of me the same way I had done him.� Funny.� I�d squeezed my balls before with no effect.� When he did it, I felt little a thrill.� I couldn�t remember if Elaine had done it the same way.� She could and did swallow balls and cock together, but that was so much feeling I hadn�t noticed anything particular.

Satisfied, he turned us sideways to the light, squatted like I did and sucked in my cock.� His head bobbed and I felt his stroking tongue, imitating me imitating Elaine.� You�re in for a surprise, I thought, as the thrills began to peak.

It really did surprise him.� He wasn�t careful to breathe through his nose and one of my squirts, probably the first, choked him up, like taking a swallow of coke down the wrong way.� He pulled back in a fit of coughing while my bouncing cock squirted jizz directly into his staring eyes.

He was too loud.� From the bedroom next door his mom called, �What�s the matter in there, boys?�

Georgie had controlled the cough but looked like he might throw up.� He had a big jizz streak across his face.� I called in reply, �Georgie got strangled on his own spit.�

�Did what?� Are you making a mess?� Should I bring him a glass of water?�

�No, thanks.� I�ll get it for him.�

I had already pulled on my undershorts.� I darted out to the bathroom and ran a glass of water.� Crossing the hall on the way back, I saw Georgie�s mom in her bedroom doorway.

She said, �How did he get strangled on his own spit?�

I had an inspiration.� �He was teaching me to burp.�

She laughed but said kindly, �You boys should go to sleep,� and returned to her room.

Georgie drank the water, wiped his face on the bedsheet and recovered.� �You can jizz!� When did you learn how?�

�What �learn?�� It started last night.�

He giggled.� �Shoulda told me.�

I giggled too.� �Thought to surprise you.�

�Did it ever!�� We had a good laugh and got into the bed properly.

I said, �Did it burn your eyes?�

�No,� he answered, sounding surprised.� �Damn, Davey, you jizzed into my eyes!�

�I don�t plan to make a habit of it.�

�Don�t you?�

He ran his hands lightly over my chest and belly, pushing in on my belly, feeling of my balls again.� My cock had got soft running across the hall.� Now it rehardened.

He noticed and whispered even lower, �You like somebody feeling you too.�

�Wouldn�t anybody?�

He put his head down, sucked my balls then mouthed my dick for a moment.� �You know, Davey, we lost our cherries, mouth and dick, to each other.�

�Did we?�

�You mean mine just now wasn�t the first dick you�ve sucked?�

�It�s the only one!�

�Oh.� Are you sure?�

�Of course I�m sure.�

�You�re not saying something.�

�You too.�� I took a shot.� �I can guess your secret.�

�No, you can�t.�

�Mine was your first cock but not your only one.�

�Huh!� How did you know?�

�Told you: I guessed.�

�Well �� You�re right.�

�Who else?�

�If I tell you, will you keep it a secret?�

�Huh!�� I grabbed his cock, now soft as a wet noodle.� �We�ve got a bigger secret together.�

�Yeah.� Okay.� Harv Quinlan made me suck him.�

�Made you?�

�Well, okay, told me to anyway.�

�How?�

�He lives in the house directly behind this one.� He saw me in my backyard Monday, came through the fence and said to me, �Let�s go in the woods.�

�The woods come up beside his house.� I went into them with him.� As soon as we got out of sight of his house, he took his pants off.� He�s bigger than me so I was surprised to see his dick, already hard, was about the same size.

��Now you take yours off,� he said.

�I thought I shouldn�t do it, but I felt peculiar � like you made me feel the first time you told me to suck you.� So I did it.� He grinned and jacked on me till it was hard.

�He said, �This is a nice one, Georgie-boy.� You�ve been jacking it like I showed you?�

��Yeah.�

��And you love it, right?�

��Yeah.�

��Well, now you�re gonna thank me for showing you.�

��How?�

��Squat down.�

�Right then I knew what he wanted.�� Georgie sighed.� �Guess I wanted it too.� I squatted and opened my mouth without even being told.� He stuck his cock in it and said, �Suck.��

I could just picture the scene and wondered if I would�ve done the same.� I said, �You knew what to expect, didn�t you?�

�Oh, yeah, I�d already jizzed in your hand by that time.� I knew I�d get a mouthful.� It was the first dick in my mouth .� At least I didn�t strangle.�

�As you say, you expected it.� How did it taste?�

�Like mine.� Like yours.�

�Did he suck you too?�

�At first I didn�t think he would, but he laughed and said, �Showing you a better way than jacking was the idea.�� He squatted between my legs and sucked.� Not as good as you just did.� And he spat my jizz on the ground.�

I recognized the slight.� �Asshole!�

�I wanted to talk about it afterwards.� He didn�t.� He pulled his pants up, walked out of the woods and into his house.�

�I doubt you�ve seen the last of him.�

�Might have.� Mom said his folks are moving this fall.�

�Lots of chances before that. �What if he tells you to go in the woods again?�

Georgie sighed.� �Yeah.� He will.�

�Will you go?�

�Guess so.�

�You like sucking cocks, Georgie?�

�I guess I do.� Don�t you?�

�I like getting sucked better.�

�Yeah.� But think about it.� I have.�

�Think what?�

�You can�t stand getting sucked too often but you can suck anytime, all you want.� When I do it, I think about what you and Harv are feeling and feel a little of it too.�

�Shit, Georgie!� You�re turning into a real queer.�

�I guess so.� But you ain�t?�

�No way.� Believe me, if it�s a choice between your mouth and JoAnn Holland�s, she�ll win every time.�

�But JoAnn�s mouth ain�t here.� Mine is.�

�Yeah, I�m noticing,� I said while my thumb and forefinger made a ring around his hard cock and the other fingers rumpled his balls.

I taught him the 69 and between suckoffs we massaged each other damn near all night.� He thinks I�m smarter.� That�s due to Elaine.

(Added later)

I was sleepy the next day, which was today, but managed to write down the above before I went to the piano lesson.� Elaine chewed me out for sloppy errors and didn�t offer to suck. ��What�s the matter with you, Davey?� Even if you�re fucking your teacher, you still have to take the lesson seriously.� �She was pissed, but she made up for it in her basement tonight.

Last night with Georgie was great fun and I thought I sort of loved him for it.� That was until I massaged Elaine tonight.� Her body is soft all over with a lot more flesh.� And it smells like spice sometimes and like flowers the rest.� Okay, I like a dick in my mouth, but a pussy is at least twice as exciting, especially when your fist is pounding the woman�s belly from the inside.� Georgie�s cock just doesn�t compare.� Maybe his skin does, the feel of it if not the softness.� His skin is actually a little slicker than hers.� Is that due to age?

While I drank my coke in the bathroom, she said, �Sherry�s coming Saturday.� We�re spending the weekend together.�

�Sucking and fisting?�

�We don�t fist each other.� Our hands are too big.� We use toys.�

I giggled.� �Could I see them?�

She caught both my hands.� �These are the toys we want this weekend.�

�Oh, god, Elaine!�

�Would you like to come Saturday?� I know Sherry wants to see you again.�

�I want to see her the same way I see you in the basement.�

�Exactly there and exactly that way.� May we expect you?�

�Oh, yes!� I�ll get here one way or the other.� You can bank on it.� Saturday afternoon?�

�Yes.�� She shook her head.� �But don�t attract unwanted attention.�

�I�ll be careful,� I promised.

Friday, July 11, 1952

I was eating my breakfast cereal this morning when somebody rang the doorbell.� Mom grumbled, �That pesky paperboy collects earlier every week!�� She got up and went to the door.� I kept reading the funnies and was less careful to avoid slurping while she was out of the kitchen.

But multiple footsteps sounded when she returned.� I looked up.� Janet Hutton came into the room, carrying her loose-leaf notebook.

Mom said with an odd look, �You have a visitor, Davey.�

I turned my chair.� �What are you doing here, Janet?�

�Davey!� Mom snapped.� �Where�s your manners?� Miss Hutton, please have a seat and tell me again why you dropped by.�

�Thank you, Mrs. Hershey,� said Janet in her teacher�s pet voice.

When Mom pulled out a chair, Janet sat down then answered, looking at Mom.� �Our teacher gave us a summer reading assignment to help us get started in the sixth grade.� I�ve lost mine and wanted to copy Davey�s.�

�If Davey still has it,� said Mom doubtfully, looking at me.

I didn�t even remember it, but if I�d ever got it, it had to be upstairs on my table, tucked into the notebook I hadn�t touched since I threw it there when school let out.

I said to Janet, �Soon as I finish eating, we�ll go upstairs and get it.�

�To your room?� said Mom.� �That wouldn�t be proper.� Davey, you bring it down and let her copy it.�

Janet wasn�t satisfied.� �Mrs. Hershey, I was hoping to talk to Davey about what I�ve heard.�

�What�s that?�

�I mean, about how it�s going to be next year, especially with the teacher we�re getting.�

Mom blinked and smiled.� �I�m pleased to learn he�s friends with you.� All right.� You get that assignment, Davey, and take her into the gazebo to copy it.�

Gazebos aren�t common.� Janet said, �Where?�

Mom said, �We have a screened-in building out back that�s nice on summer evenings.�

They kept talking, girl stuff, while I scraped the bottom of my bowl.� I stood up.� �Be right back.�

I couldn�t find any �reading assignment� in my notebook and the more I thought about it, the surer I became that none had ever been issued.� What did Janet really want?� Suddenly I had a strong suspicion.� I went back downstairs, carrying the notebook.

�Come on,� I said, interrupting their discussion.

Janet was all smiles.� �Thank you, Mrs. Hershey.� It was nice to meet you.�

Mom smiled too.� �Tell your mother I said you�re a very sweet girl, Janet.�

�Thank you. �I will.�

She followed me to the gazebo.� I sagged into its glider and said, keeping my voice low, �What�s this bullshit about a reading assignment?�

She frowned at me, probably at my language, and sat down at the other end of the glider.� �I needed an excuse.� We really have to talk, Davey.� I�ve been stewing all week and I�ve got to decide what to do.�

�Do about what?�

�What I overheard and saw at the piano teacher�s Monday.�

�Oh, shit.�

She nodded.� �That�s the word.�

�Okay.� What did you see and hear?� Tell me about it, but talk soft.�

�My little brother fooled with our mantle clock and didn�t tell anybody.� We figured out later he left it about 40 minutes fast.� The result was I got to Mrs. Moore�s house way too early.� I would�ve knocked except somebody was playing a really complicated piano piece.� I didn�t think she had a student that good, so I had to peek in the window.� She was the one playing it.

�At first I thought she was just waiting for me but I noticed the piano bench was turned out from the piano and looked closer.� Then I noticed a boy in shorts � you � crouched down beside her on your knees.� Her skirt was pulled up and your whole arm was �� Davey, it looked like you were punching her between the legs!�

She paused to hear my comment.� All I said was, �Go on,� but I felt like my belly was sinking out of me.

�I couldn�t believe my ears.� She kept saying something that sounded like, �Fuck,� except what does that have to do with music?� What was she saying, Davey?�

�You can believe your ears.�

�Then she let out a scream and fell forward on the sheet music.� Did you hurt her?�

�No.�

�You jumped up and looked around but I shrank back.� She said something to you I didn�t make out, something about a promise.� She sounded so tired!� But I heard you clearly.� You said, �Can fisting ruin a woman?��

She looked at me oddly and continued, ��Fisting!�� Were you punching her between the legs?� Why?� And why did she just let you?�

�Did you hear her answer?�

�It didn�t make any sense.� She said it could hurt her if anybody saw her letting a boy do it.�

�And somebody did, almost.� What else?�

�You said her panties were behind the piano and she said you were a twelve-year-old demon.� Then you asked her to ��� Janet took a deep breath.� �To suck your cock.� You really said that!� And you took it right out of your pants.�

It was my turn to take a deep breath.� I said nothing, being short of words.

But Janet wasn�t short.� �She told you, �Come here,� bent down and put it in her mouth.� She did!� I couldn�t believe that either.� Did it hurt you?�

�Hurt me?� Why would you believe that?�

�You kind of flinched and she looked surprised.� She opened her mouth to show you something.� Was it blood?�

�No.�

�What did she mean that you gave her millions of half-babies?�

�I didn�t understand that part myself.�

Janet said positively, �Something came out of your thing!�

�You never heard of that?�

�I�ve heard of jism.� Is that what it was?�

�You rang the doorbell about that time.�

�Yeah.� She said something about taking control and I thought �� I don�t know what I thought, except I should interrupt.� What was that about your hands being dirty?�

�You can�t guess?�

�You wouldn�t go to piano lessons with dirty hands!�

I giggled.� �What if I got them dirty in the lesson?�

�Huh?� Doing what?�

What the hell!� If we were in trouble anyway, which it sure seemed we were, why not tell her the truth?� �Elaine thinks excited women stink.�

�Elaine?�

�Elaine Moore.�

�She got excited?�

�You know it.�

�Punching between the legs hurts!�

�Not punching, Janet.�

�What do you mean?� What is fisting?�

I held up a fist.� �It�s putting this into her.�

�Into her?� You mean in her ��

�Pussy.�

�But, but, but your hand is too big!�

�Not for a grown woman.� Think about a baby�s head.�

�But a baby really hurts!�

�Not my fist.� Instead of giving her a promise I asked if it hurt her.� Remember that?�

�Y-yeah.� She said, �It was heaven.��

�That�s your answer.�

�She sure didn�t sound like it was heaven!�

I giggled.� �Wait till it�s your turn.�

�Nobody�s gonna put his fist into me!�

�Not anytime soon anyway,� I agreed.

�Not ever.�� But she looked interested.� �How could he?� It hurts when my finger goes this far.�� Her thumb marked off the first joint of her forefinger.

That was curious and it gave me an idea.� �You know � maybe you don�t � you can get some of that heaven without being fisted.�

�How?�

�I�ll show you if you let me.�

�You�ll hurt me.�

I shook my head.� �No way.� I�ll show you how Elaine likes me to start.� It has nothing to do with a fist.�

�You can�t put your thing in there either.�

�I won�t put anything in you.�

�Then how?� Can you show me here?�

I had already jacked off behind the glider, where room was left for it to glide forward-to-back.� I stood up.� �Come on.� Let�s get behind the glider.�

She stood too and looked around.� The kitchen windows looked right at us.

�Your mama will see we�ve gone.�

�She�ll think we�re just playing.� Come on.�

We met behind it.� I bent and took off my pants.

She looked at me and giggled.� �You couldn�t put that in me if you tried to.�

�It gets straighter.� But I already told you I wouldn�t.� Take off your panties.�

She stepped out of them and crouched down.

�Sit on the floor,� I told her, kneeling.

She did, crossing her legs.

�No, open your legs,� I said.

�What�re you gonna do?�

�Lick you.�

�Lick me?� Lick what?�

I giggled.� �Your twat.� That�s what Elaine calls it.� Your pussy.�

�But that�s where I pee.�

�So what?�

�Davey, you wouldn�t!�

�No more than Elaine would lick me.�

I could see her giving in.� She opened her legs and leaned back on her hands.� I snuggled down between her legs.� She smelled spicier than Elaine with a stronger whiff of pee.� When my tongue touched her clit, she shuddered.

�Davey!� That tickles!�

I moved it all around it, pressing harder.� She said in a tight voice, �Oh, Davey, that feels funny.�

I stopped long enough to say, �You�ve felt it before.�

�How do you know?�

�I�ve heard that girls learn it from all kinds of things.�

As I talked, my lips were fluttering against her, which may have helped.� When my tongue pressed in again, she groaned.� �Oh, Davey, god!�

That tickled me.� So she could cuss!� I stroked her fast.� Her hips twisted a little bit like Elaine�s, her thighs closed on my ears and she made yipping sounds.� I reached up, felt around and put my hand over her mouth, not to stifle her breathing, just a reminder.

I figured it was time to hit the center.� My tongue mashed the clit and wiggled.� She let out several screams, I think through her nose.� Apparently it wasn�t too loud.� Suddenly her hands forced my head out from between her legs.

Her hands came forward and clamped over her pussy.� Her eyes were big, glaring at me, and her lip drooled.� My head was still close.� She raised her hands and clapped them around my head.

�Davey, oh, Davey!� she breathed.

I grinned at her.� �Part way to heaven?�

�Oh, yes, Davey!�� She pulled our faces together and kissed me on the mouth.� I stuck in my tongue.� She felt it on her teeth, opened up and let our tongues rub.� Funny how you can feel that in your cock!

Our faces parted and she looked startled.� �Hey, that�s good too!�

�Kiss me again.�

But she said, �Back up.�

That surprised me.� �What�s the matter?�

�Back up and sit up.�

When I did, she rolled forward, thrust her legs out behind her and lowered her head with her arms over my thighs.� Of course my upstanding cock was right under her chin.� Did she really mean �

She said, �I couldn�t believe that you peed in Mrs. Moore�s mouth.� I asked Betty Saunders what comes out of a boy�s thing when a woman sucks it, but she didn�t know and thought I was awful to think about it.� As if she doesn�t!� So I got my little brother to let me suck his, told him I�d be the calf if he�d be the mother cow.� His thing firmed up but he made me quit after a while.� He even said he really liked it but nothing came out.�

�How old is he.�

�Ten.�

�He�s too young.�� I thought of something else.� �Wow, what a lucky kid!�

�Lucky?�� She hadn�t thought about it from his point of view.

�Getting a blowjob at ten from his sister.�

�Why is that lucky?�

�Whoever heard of sisters doing it?� Will he tell on you?�

�He threatened to if I didn�t do it again.�

�Did you?�

�Still nothing came out.�

I had to chuckle.� �Try me.�

Down went her face.� She sucked but barely covered the head.

�Take in as much as you can,� I suggested.

It gagged her before her nose bumped my belly.� Either my dick has grown or her throat is a lot shallower than Elaine�s � or both!

I didn�t keep her in suspense.� Licking her twat had made my cock hard as a rock and ready to shoot.� She groaned when the first biggie hit the back of her throat.� A couple of squirts later she sneezed, blew me out and blew jizz all over my privates.

She sat up, coughing, white drops dripping off her chin.� After a moment she said, �It strangled me.�

�Didn�t you know what to expect?� I asked, not believing.

�I didn�t expect so much!�� She smiled.� �I will next time.�

�Now you know it ain�t pee.�

�Yeah.� I tasted my brother�s pee.�

I shook my head.� �Janet, you�re something else!�

�I�m different?� Why?�

�You�re not afraid to try something.� That�s odd in a girl.�

She tossed her head.� �Trying it is how you find out for sure.� You can trust that a lot more than what people say.�

I realized this was true, which I�d never thought of.� �You�re smart too.�

�Thank you.� Am I pretty?� Daddy says I�m pretty.�

�Take off your dress.�

She raised up enough to look over the glider back toward the house.� The gazebo is tucked into the woods so nobody can see into it except from the house direction.� Ducking back down, she did that cross-the-arms thing and pulled her dress over head.� It was a bright yellow garment.� I�m sure Mom would�ve seen it if she�d been looking � and sailed right out here to ask what�s going on!

Janet�s face is kind of plain, I guess, with freckles.� She has straight sandy hair that was done up in a ponytail.� Her skin is very white except for freckles on her shoulders.� Her nipples, tiny compared to Elaine�s, are pink.� I had already noticed that her pussy lips are pink too.

I was going to tell her she was okay, but dripping from her chin was my jizz.� �Janet, you�re the prettiest girl I ever saw!� I said with feeling.

Her eyes lit.� �Really?�

�Really and truly.�

�But not the prettiest woman.�

�Well, you ain�t a woman yet.�

�But I will be.�

I remembered that her mama has big tits.� �I�ll wait for you.�

�No, you won�t.� You�ve got Elaine.�� She said that name with scorn.

I can think ahead too.� �When you�re a good looking woman, Elaine won�t be.�

She bit her lip, thinking ahead.� �Davey, will you do me again?� What do you call it?�

�Licking your twat.�

�Twat?�

�Pussy.� You bet, I�ll do it again!� Right now?�

She looked toward the house.� �We shouldn�t stay out here too long. �I know what: you give me your phone number and I�ll give you mine.�

�Okay.�

I wrote mine in her notebook and she wrote hers in mine.

But one thing worried me.� �You said you still need to decide what to do.� Did you?�

�I was waiting to find out if Mrs. Moore hurt you.� Now I don�t think so.�

�So what will you do?�

She giggled.� �Suck on your thing again as soon as you lick mine.�

She wiped her chin on the inside of her skirt.� We dressed and went into the house.

Mom said, �Did you get what you needed, Janet?�

�Oh, yes, everything.� Thank you, Mrs. Hershey!�

�You�re welcome, Miss Hutton.�

When Janet had left, Mom looked at me, �What�s the matter, Davey?� Should she have thanked you too?�

�I guess she already did.�

Saturday, July 12, 1952

The phone rang this morning right after breakfast.� Mom answered it and said, �This is Janet.� She wants to speak to Davey.�

Dad�s eyes lit up.� �Janet, eh?� Woo-woo!�

My face was hot as I went to the phone.� �Hello.�

�Davey.� I�ve been thinking about us all night.� Do you want to � get together again?�

�Sure do, but it can�t be today.�

�No, I was thinking of tomorrow, after church.� I�ll bet your mom would let you come over to my house.�

�If I asked her, but I don�t need to.�

�Yeah.� Boys are lucky that way, or so I�ve noticed.� I�d like you to meet my mom so she�ll know you.� Can you ride home with us from church?�

�Yeah.� But what�ll we do at your house?�

�Dad built a treehouse for Timmy.� You might like to see it.� And Timmy�s gone away to summer camp.�

�I get it.�

�I hope you do.� Will you come?�

�Two ways.�

�Huh?� Oh.�� She giggled and we hung up.

So I�ve got plans for Sunday, but right now I�m getting ready � not jacking off despite a hard-on � to see Elaine and Sherry right after lunch.