Mrs. King was raking leaves in the front yard when I pulled up to the curb in
the old farm pickup my father let me drive to school.
“Hi, Tommy,” she said. “Where’s Will?”
“He’s at school. Had something to do. Said he’s gonna just stay over until
practice.”
“Well, what brings you over?” she asked.
“Uh, I got a small favor to ask,” I said. “Do you mind if I use your living
room to smoke a quick cigarette before I go to practice?”
Mrs. King frowned. “Getting pretty desperate, aren’t you?”
“I’m out of money and nearly out of gas,” I replied, smiling sheepishly. “I’m
just used to a quick smoke before practice. You know how it is.”
“Awright, awright,” she said, amused at my predicament. “Go ahead.”
“Don’t mind me,” I said, heading up the steps. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”
As if it were an afterthought, I turned to Mrs. King again and said, “Hey, is
Lucy home?”
“I think she’s in her room.”
“Well, maybe I’ll just duck in there and say hello.”
If Mrs. King had any dark suspicions, they didn’t show on her face.
Lucy’s room was open.
“How you?” I asked, leaning around the corner.
She was lying on the bed, reading People magazine.
“Fine. What brings you by?”
“The perfect crime,” I said, pulling a fresh pack of Benson & Hedges out of
my letter jacket. “I just told your mom I was gonna smoke a cigarette before
practice. And I told her I was gonna stop by your room to say hi. It won’t be
a surprise if it smells like smoke in here.”
Lucy sat up. “Cool,” she said.
“I got a pack of these long things,” I said. “Figured you might want to share
one.”
“That’ll work,” she said.
I lit one and took a second hit, then handed it to Lucy. “Your mom’s raking
leaves in the front yard. I doubt she’ll be in here any time soon. If she
does, we’ll hear her.”
Lucy took a hard draw, hollowing her cheeks. “You got it all figured out,
don’t ya, Cowboy?”
“Damn right. Why you think my parents ain’t never caught me?”
“You’re a lifesaver,” she said. “I get a hankerin’ for a smoke when I get
home, and Mama’s usually around here the whole damn afternoon. I ain’t got
wheels like you and Will.”
She didn’t smoke enough for variety, I guess. Every time she’d take the
cigarette with her left hand, place it jauntily between the lips on the left
side, and when she’d inhale the smoke, there’d be the slightest nose exhale.
Then after a second or two, she’d exhale a thin, thick stream from her mouth.
“So what’s got you so concerned about my well-being, Tommy?” she asked
suddenly, cupping the cigarette and passing it back.
I inhaled twice on the same hit.
“‘Cause I’m nuts about you. ‘Cause I think you’re cool as a damn cucumber.
‘Cause I been thinkin’ about you all damn day.”
Silence.
“Set right down here,” she said finally. I sat next to her on the bed. We
kissed. Just a trace of perspiration appeared on her pretty forehead. She
looked into my eyes as she took another draw on the cigarette.
“These damn things are right harsh,” she said. “Got me giddy.”
She handed me back the cigarette and, as I inhaled, she took her left hand
and massaged me through my blue jeans. My penis was not exactly hard to find.
I rubbed her gently just below the breasts.
She pulled away.
“Get outta here, Cowboy,” she said. “We ’bout to get our asses in trouble.”
I stopped in the door.
“Sooner or later, baby,” I said. “Sooner or later.”
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