THE TROUBLE ON MAPLE STREET

A short lyrical story about love and sex

By Izzy Ess of Inverness

Sue Jenkins and Mike Southern were “just friends.”  I initially asked them when they rode up to Samantha’s Variety Store on their bicycles, if they were brother and sister.  She said, “Everybody asks us that!”  I sensed they were sick and tired of being asked about they’re being siblings.  They looked alike, dressed alike and talked with the same Flamboroughois accent everybody used in Flamborough.   They gave me the impression they were friends against the world, so-to-speak.  There was a sense of prematurity about them, just about to enter adolescence and the raging hormone states that everybody talked about.  They looked like a couple or an item.  They looked like they spent a lot of time together and perhaps possessed a sharing attitude that excluded all of the rest of us.  I might have said they were a little muscular and plump, like Cherubs sculpted by Italian masters of renaissance.  Also, Reubenesque came quickly to mind as did Eva Gabor and John Wayne.  They seemed to affect an attitude of “cool.”  They pedalled off together, talking that special code amongst two very good friends who shared some special times and spaces together, as they sucked together on their orange Popsicles.

I watched them ride so coolly to a house on Maple Street.  They dropped their bikes on the front lawn and finished off the popsicles while sitting on the wooden stairs of the veranda at number 56 on Maple.  The house was dark.  They stood and stretched together knowingly.  Sue retrieved her keys which hung around her neck.  They entered the house.  No lights went on inside.  I watched for 30 minutes.  I smoked 4 little cigars with pipe tobacco while sitting on the bench outside the variety store where Sam McPherson sold cigarettes and lotto tickets virtually continuously.  I could hear the lotto machine announcing “No Cadeau,” or “Gagnons!” with its distinctive sounds suggesting disappointment or jubilation, respectively.

A big black Cadillac pulled into the driveway of 56 Maple and a couple, my age, disembarked and headed toward the porch and the front door.  Maria and Daniel Jenkins looked tired and bored.  They might have been attending a state dinner, dressed in black double breasted tuxedo and sleek black evening gown with lacy edges on the arms and neck.  She was bejeweled and wore a gaudy diamond gold necklace and huge rings on several fingers.  Daniel retrieved the bicycles and put them on the porch.  The preteens must have heard the car drive up.  They both emerged from the side, as if they’d exited the house by the back or side door.  Waiting until Sue’s parents entered the house, they quickly retrieved their bicycles and got them down to the sidewalk.  In a few seconds, they rode their bikes toward me and stopped to get another popsicle to share.  This time it was cherry.  “Hi,” I said and smiled.  “Hi,” they mumbled and nimbly drove their bikes the opposite way down Maple, disappearing around the corner with Second Avenue, where there was a public park, Macdonald Gardens.  I talked a bit with Samantha and we decided that the way it was with youngsters, they could be up to almost anything.  Then, I walked home on Maple, number 66.  My wife was already asleep and I didn’t wake her up while watching the hapless Jays and Leafs lose once again to Boston and Boston.  I fell asleep on the couch, the television being on all night.  My wife, Jennifer, awakened me and shut off the TV.  We had coffee and scrambled eggs and ham for breakfast before Jennifer took off to be at work by 8:45 AM, as she did every weekday morning.  We kissed on the lips and she left me to pursue my leisure time, retired.  I walked down to greet Samantha as she opened up her store and started setting up the outside shelves with lovely flowers just in time for Mother’s Day.

The same scenario occurred on Wednesday night and Friday night.  Sue and Mike had ample opportunity to spend some time together in the Jenkin’s house for several hours Wednesday and Friday afternoons and evenings, from 3:30 to 10:30 PM.  Then, they scooted down to Macdonald Gardens for more than an hour, before they rode their bikes up Maple Street for numbers 56 and 64, the Jenkin’s and the Southern’s homes.  Samantha was closing up at 11, taking all the flowers inside for the night.  She invited me in to the backroom while she locked the doors and turned off the lights of the store.  A single overhead light lit the backroom, usually for storage and a small table and two chairs for relaxing and having some coffee.

Samantha was divorced last year and got the store and assets per agreement with her husband, Fred, who wanted to head for warmer climes and spend some time with a new girlfriend from Huntington, Ontario.  Samantha was OK with the divorce agreement and looked at the store as a way of getting by for the time being.  She had dated several younger men, but soon gave up the dating scene for quiet times and contemplation of her future.  “Wanna fuck, Jack?” she said when all the doors were locked.  “Or would you rather just enjoy my coffee?”

I dropped my pants and drawers and drew her near.  She started slowly unbuttoning her blouse and slipping off her skirt and red bikini lacy panties.  She ripped my shirt off and began to lick my hairy chest.  She kneeled and took me in her luscious mouth and made me come.  I cried out with the pleasure and I laughed when she started laughing.  “I didn’t know this would be so easy, Jack, my dear.  It’s my turn, now!”  I watched her as she stretched and lifted up her arms to taken me into her.  We fucked standing up, leaning against a wall.  I lifted up her ass to get inside her while she pulled her legs around my waist and pulled me strongly to ensure a deep penetration.  She was ready and well-lubricated and I could slide her back and forth until she came.  It was her turn, now, to scream and yell and carry on about how many times she could come with the right man.  And, she did!  She came and came until she dropped her legs to the floor, exhausted and perspiring, flushed and happy looking.  She grabbed to beach towels from a shelf and we towelled off.

The après-fuck was lovely and the coffee tasted extra sweet and bitter at the same time.  We  talked about how much we wanted it and how we’d been admiring each other from the start of our association, for several years, on Maple Street at First Avenue.  Samantha said, “When Fred and I were going through the ugly part of a failing marriage, I often thought how nice it would be if you were divorced from Jennifer and could move in with me, or I could move in with you.  Well… you and Jennifer seem to have a nice relationship and you’re not about to give her up, are you?”  I nodded, “No.  I’m sorry Sam, but we still love each other in a very comfortable way.  Jennifer is open-minded though.  We’ve both had sex affairs with others and even threesomes and foursomes with our friends.  It’s been awhile, though.  Do you want me to talk to her about you?  What would you like besides a divorce?”  “I’d like you to fuck me again and fuck me hard, my friend.  I need it, now!  I need it badly!”

We fucked hard twice and said, “Uncle!” simultaneously after the second union.  We laughed and helped each other clean up.  She straightened up the room and we left together by the back door, she to go to her home at 60 Maple and me to find a sleeping Jennifer and another night on the couch falling asleep watching the Jays lose to the Yankees and the Leafs lose to the Rangers.  I couldn’t get the sexy image of Samantha out of my head and dreamt about her willing body.

I awoke surprised to find Jennifer bending over me, naked.  She had noticed my erection and went for it by mounting me on the couch.  She was loving and ready for sex.  She had several pleasant orgiastic episodes and took her time ensuring that I was completely satisfied.  It felt very good, though, in my mind, I was with the sexy Sam.  Either Jennifer was unaware of my distraction or she didn’t care about my guilty look.  I guessed she thought I felt guilty because this was the first time in several weeks that we had fucked.  I was dead wrong!

“I’m guessing it’s that Samantha woman, eh?” she said.

I admitted everything about Samantha, including all the sex we’d had the night before.  Jennifer looked thoughtful, sitting naked on the couch beside me.  Finally, she said, “Well, my sneaky friend, I don’t mind if you fuck her so long as you don’t leave me.  Why don’t you have us both.  Please invite her over for a Sunday brunch, if she can manage to get away from her store.  Whaddya think?  We can discuss our plans, together, friendly-like.  I love you darling.  I don’t want to lose you just because of her.  Whaddya say?”

I didn’t know quite what to say.  I thought I didn’t want to lose either of them.  So, I said, “Great!  I’ll talk to Samantha about coming for a Sunday brunch.  It should be interesting, my dear Jennifer.  You’re still full of surprises, after all these years.  I don’t want to lose you, either.”  “I’m glad you feel that way.  How ‘bout I make some of that lasagna that you like so much.  We can serve it with some white wine, like that Chablis we both like.”  D’Accord!” I declared.  “I’ll talk to Sam.  I’m sure she can close up for a Sunday brunch, or get someone to cover for a couple of hours.”

Saturday night, my curiosity got the better of me and I surreptitiously left my post in front of Sam’s establishment and wandered down to Macdonald Gardens.  In the dark space under the weeping willow, there they were quite naked kissing each other up and down, from head to toes.  Mike had a tiny erection and Sue would kiss it to see it grow and throb.  Sue had tiny rounded breasts and Mike would kiss the tiny pinkish nipples ‘til they pointed and got hard.  Neither of them seemed to notice I was there and even when I stepped toward them, they didn’t stop their cute attempts to turn each other on.  I walked away as quietly as possible, I thought, but Sue interrupted what she was doing to Mike’s tiny weewee and turned to me and said, “Would you like a camera, mister?

I turned and walked toward them as they turned and showed me full-frontal views of their lovely preteen Cherubim bodies.  Sue tilted her pelvis forward and showed me her slightly hairy pubis and the newly hairy areas between her thighs.  Mike did the same to show me that his scrotum was growing and his penis was unafraid of pointing straight at me.  I smiled and said, “I’m sorry to be a peeping Tom but I was curious.  Why don’t you carry on and I’ll go quietly.”

“D’Accord,” I said.  “I do have an idea.  You must know Samantha from buying popsicles at her store.  She’s very friendly.  How would you like to talk to us together, privately, and honestly, and we can share some of our adult experiences with you.”  “That would be great!” said both Sue and Mike.  “Can we do it, now?” they asked.  I said, “Get dressed and come to the store as if you’re going to buy something and I’ll go back and alert Samantha.  Act natural!” and I winked at them, turned and started back to Sam’s.  After Sam locked up and turned off the lights to the store, she locked the store room door behind us all plus bicycles.  The kids were nervous and hesitated to sit down.  Samantha had some stools for them and we sat in the folding chairs.

“Don’t be frightened,” said Samantha with a smile.  “I have some chocolate popsicles for all of us and a large bottle of Pepsi.  It’s all on the house.”  We all unwrapped our popsicles; I shared mine with Sue and Sam shared hers with Mike.  We all drank directly out of the two litre bottle of Pepsi.  Soon, the anxieties subsided and Sue bravely said, “I think I’m supposed to let Mike put his thing inside me, but I’m not sure how it will go, or fit.  Would you teach me how?”  Samantha asked, “Would you like Jack and I to demonstrate?”  “Sure,” said Mike and Sue, eagerly.  “Please demonstrate on us,” said Sue.  Samantha and I were obviously pleased at their enthusiasm.  “OK, you two, please get undressed and we’ll get down to business!  Jack!  You too!”  I smiled and dropped my pants and drawers and started to remove my shirt.  Sue came over and undid the buttons and stood back admiringly.  “Wow!” she said.  “Mike, look at all the hair on his chest and arms and in his pubic area!  I hope you grow some, too!”  Sue’s enthusiasm was contagious.  Mike began to smile and said, “I hope my dingaling grows like Jack’s!”  “I hope so, too,” Sue said.  She couldn’t look away from my penis, even as I move around the room to get to Sam, who now stood naked for examination by Mike.  Mike didn’t hesitate.  He felt along her pubic hair and then with care, he probed Sam’s clitoris and her vaginal lips that were covered with hair.  Sam reached down and parted some of the hair to better show Mike all the structures.  “I’m not made of breakable glass,” Sam said.  “You can poke a little harder so your sure of what you see and feel.”  “Watch me Mike,” I said.  I reached for Sam’s private parts and petted her clitoris and the inside of her vagina.  I was rewarded with some juice that trickled down her thigh and a demonstration of response of her clitoris which got bigger and harder.  “See,” I said, “Sam is getting ready to take in my penis when it is ready.

Sue approached us and said, “Would you do that for me?”  “I’ll do it,” said Sam.  She stroked Sue’s tiny clitoris and parted her tiny hairless lips.  She slipped a tender finger further down and stopped.  “You’re still a virgin, Sue.  We don’t want to break your cherry.  You might bleed or hurt.”  Sue pouted, “But, I want to lose my virginity.  Can you do it, Jack?”  I hesitated.  Finally, I said quietly, “Is it OK with you and Sam and Mike?”  “Yes!” said Sue, unhesitatingly.  “I want to do it!” said Mike with some authority.  Sam and Jack, will you help me do it?”  Sam and I smiled and said, “OK, if that’s what you really want.”

Sue stuck out her ass at us.  Mike approached and tried to penetrate her hyman but couldn’t get the right position.  Sue was disappointed and turned to me.  “You do it Jack!”  Sue stuck out her pretty ass to me and said, “I’m ready, Jack.  Give me all you got!”  I’m not ready yet.  Could you turn around and take my penis in your mouth and lick it?”  Without a reservation, Sue complied.  She seemed to relish every drop that dripped and licked until I felt so hard and full that I was ready to explode.  I did and Sue, surprised kept licking all the while and drinking down the stuff that shot into her throat.  “Mmm, that’s good,” she said.  “Now, I’m really ready for you Jack and you are ready, too.”  My penis softened and went somewhat limp.  “Not yet, my darling Sue.  I need to recharge.  It won’t take long if you continue licking me.  Or, would you want Sam to take a turn?”

“I have a better idea, my darling, Jack.  Come over here, Mike.  Put your thingy in my mouth.”  She opened wide and took him in up to and including his tiny scrotum and tiny testicles.  Mike moaned and started sweating.  His erection was bigger than he’d ever seen.  Sue said, “I like it, Mike.  Maybe you’ll get one like Jack’s when you get older.”  Everybody laughed and just visibly relaxed.  Sue stuck out her ass and Mike tried again.  He got it in about a half an inch, stopped by Sue’s tough hymeneal membrane.  He withdrew and Sam came over to check.  “Yep, it’s a cherry, alright, and it’s tough,” she said.  “Jack, do you want to test it out?”

I sat down and asked Sue to sit on my lap facing away from me.  I checked with my finger first and then my very hard erection.  I found the whole milieu extremely exciting but I wanted to be able to hold back coming to allow Sue to enjoy herself.  Sue happily sat on my lap with my penis sticking up between her lovely legs.  “I get it now, guys.  Mike and Sam come over here and help me guide this man’s mast inside of me.  Don’t worry, I’m ready.  I’m ready to be deflowered!”  Mike and Sam knelt in front of me, directing their attentions to the eager Sue.  They tilted back her pelvis ‘til the angle of entry was just right.  Then they directed my throbbing penis into Sue who spread her legs and bore down.  I was about a half an inch inside when I felt something give.  Sue gasped and then with laughter pushed my penis in.  It went in all the way.  Sue with great surprise upon her face and in her sparkling eyes, rode me like a galloping horse.  She screamed as she had a huge orgasm.  I couldn’t help myself.  I came and filled her full of stuff.  Sue giggled and jiggled and cleaned me out.  She was so full of joy, she cried and asked if we could do it again.  I explained I needed to reload.

Sue smiled and looked at Mike.  “OK, big boy, you’re next!”  Sam and I smiled and got Sue off my lap.  She said, “That was super, Jack.  Is that the way it is between you and Sam?”  We nodded.  “That’s why you love each other so much, I’m guessing.”  We nodded again.  Mike was pleasantly surprised his penis was bigger and stronger than ever.  Sam lay him down on the floor and called Sue over.  “OK my little vixen.  He’s all yours.  Jump his bones!”  Sue complied and straddled Mike who pointed his new weapon directly at her sopping wet vagina.  Sue caught on quickly and pushed herself down and forward, taking Mike’s new mast in all the way.  She rocked, at first, quite gently.  With increasing vigour, Sue and Mike found a rhythm that good for both of them.  When Sue came again, she giggled and prepared to come again.  Mike grimaced and holding Sue tightly, shot his wad with all his might directly into her vagina.  He didn’t seem to want to let her go and Sue felt the same.  They clung together for a long time.  I turned to Sam, invigourated and renewed and put it to her.  Willingly and with a wonderful smile, she me ‘til I was completely spent.  We hugged and kissed and petted, clinging together for a long while.

Suddenly, four policemen and two policewomen broke down the door.  Behind them was Jennifer who’d told them that she thought there was some dope being smoked or injected, in Sam’s back room behind locked doors.  Jennifer threw Jack a revolver full of bullets and then she opened fire with an automatic assault weapon.  Before the police could stop her, she had fatally wounded Samantha and Jack and Sue and Mike.  Then, she turned the gun on herself and shot herself between the eyes.

The headlines read, “LOVE-IN RUINED BY JEALOUS, SUICIDAL AND HOMOCIDAL WIFE.”  “MAPLE CLEANED UP IN ONE FELL SWOOP!”  “DEN OF SEX COMPLETELY QUASHED BY BRAVE COPS!”  “PRETEENS AND ADULTS CAUGHT IN A DEADLY TRAP!”  The policemen and policewomen reported it, taking full responsibility for not knowing the true situation, until it was too late to take preventative action.  Two of the cops suffered minor flesh wounds.  Maple Street was changed, forever.  Almost all the houses were sold within the year, except for the Jenkin’s home.  Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins carried on unaffected.  They claimed ignorance of any and all sexual activities, including by themselves.  They were Episcopalian Board Members and honoured patrons of the British Church of Welland.  The insurance moneys they received paid for a Lexus and a Jaguar for each of them, as well as an addition to the house to house a huge Jacuzzi.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

May, 2013