Sally Boy (11 page)

“Hey, what the fuck’s going on here?”
Frankie asked some skinny drunk kid.

Too inebriated to speak, the boy just
shrugged.

“I’ll take carea this.” Frankie promptly
bullied his way through to the center of the action.

Approaching Sonny from behind and seizing
the back of his collar, Frankie lifted him up. “Sonny Giordano! I
shoulda fucking known. What the fuck’s wrong with you? I can’t
believe that you’re stupid enough to come to one of our parties and
start shit. What, do you got a fucking death wish or
something?”

“I didn’t do nothing!”

“This is a going away party for Louie,
scumbag. Now get the fuck outta here before I break your fucking
hole.”

“Fuck you, Frankie. He started it.”

“Fuck me, huh?” With his free hand, Frankie
punched Sonny squarely in his face. The force of the blow sent
Sonny sailing back into his two friends. The three then crashed
into a wall of people, knocking them to the floor.

Like a swarm of bees protecting their hive,
the angry mob quickly recovered, and they stung Sonny and his
friends with kicks and punches. The unwelcome intruders were pelted
by beer bottles, cans, and anything else the girls could find to
throw. Guys fired wild swings at the heads of the three fleeing
party crashers as they speedily backtracked toward the screen
door.

Amused by the mob’s ferocity, Mikey and
Anthony watched Sonny and his friends try to make it outside. Mikey
slapped Anthony on his shoulder and shouted, “C’mon, let’s wait for
these assholes outside.”

Racing toward the back door, Mikey picked up
a baseball bat that was leaning up against the door jamb. When the
three interlopers finally made it out of the basement, they were
greeted by more swinging fists and Mikey wielding a bat.

Separating Sonny from the melee, Sal dragged
him into the street. “You like to threaten girls, huh?”

Eager to see this confrontation, the
frenzied gathering followed the pair out into the street. Sal hit
Sonny with two punishing quick left jabs square in his face. Blood
spurted from Sonny’s nose and his eyes began to tear causing his
vision to become blurred. Sonny frantically wiped at his eyes and
the sight of his own blood on his hands sent him into a rage.
Reaching into his jacket pocket, Sonny pulled his switchblade.

“He’s got a blade!” Anthony’s voice sounded
out from the crowd.

The long knife gleamed in the faint streams
of light from the streetlamp. “Now you’re gonna die!” Sonny yelled
as he came at Sal.

Dodging the razor-sharp knife, Sal smartly
removed his jacket, and wrapped it around his arm. Using the
protected limb as a shield, Sal was able to ward off Sonny’s lethal
attacks. After sidestepping one of Sonny’s thrusts, Sal kicked him
hard in his stomach, momentarily hurting him. Shaking off the blow,
Sonny came at Sal again, swinging the knife like a lunatic. Sonny
made an off balance thrust at Sal’s midsection, which enabled Sal
to kick the hand holding the switchblade. The weapon flew into the
air and landed on the pavement. Alertly, Sal kicked the knife
toward a sewer drain. The switchblade skimmed across the blacktop
and fell into the dark hole.

“Now it’s just you and me, asshole!” Sal
yelled as he tossed his jacket into the crowd.

Panicked, Sonny swung wildly, but Sal easily
ducked his flailing fists and landed two more stiff jabs. Knowing
he was over-matched, Sonny rushed Sal, trying to put him in a
head-lock, but he only managed to scratch Sal’s neck. Sonny’s
fingernails cut deep into Sal’s skin drawing blood. Sal pushed
Sonny away, and danced around him like an experienced
prize-fighter. Sal connected with a vicious right-cross to the side
of Sonny’s head, stunning the taller opponent. Sal then followed up
with a left-hook and a right upper-cut to Sonny’s jaw. Literally
out on his feet, Sonny slowly swayed back-and-forth, unable to
raise his hands.

Like bloodthirsty spectators in the Roman
Coliseum, voices from the crowd yelled for Sal to finish him. As
Sal stepped toward Sonny, their eyes locked for a split-second, and
Sal could see the incoherent daze of a beaten adversary.
Mercifully, Sal halted his attack. Placing his hand on Sonny’s
chest, Sal pushed and Sonny fell backward hitting the ground like a
sack of dirt.

The three foolish trespassers lay in the
street, bloody and beaten. Looming over them, Frankie hollered,
“Leave ’em there in the gutter where they belong. Everybody back
inside. This is Louie’s night. Fuck ’em.”

The multitude of adolescent drunks slowly
filed back inside, hooting and hollering from the excitement of the
fight and their over-indulgence in alcohol. As they strolled past
the unconscious party crashers, many spit on them, while others
fired disparaging remarks about the three and their mothers.

Seeing Nicole standing on the sidewalk
holding his jacket, Sal approached her. “Are you okay?”

“I should be asking you that.” Nicole smiled
as she handed him back his coat.

“I’m okay.”

Taking Sal’s hand, Nicole whispered softly,
“Let’s go back inside.”

“Nicole, I really don’t want to.”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” she asked
sounding concerned.

“Oh, no,” Sal said, torn. “It’s just
everybody’s gonna be mobbing us for the rest of the night. All
they’re gonna wanna do is talk about the fight. We’re not gonna
have any time to be alone. I was thinking maybe we could get outta
here?”

“What did you have in mind?” Nicole asked
shyly.

“We could go back to my house. My Pop won’t
be home for hours. We could hang out in my room. Listen to music.
Talk. I just wanna spend some time alone with you. So what do you
say?”

“That sounds nice.”

“Yeah. That’s great!”

“Sal, did you really mean what you said to
me before?”

“About what?”

Rising up onto her tippy-toes, Nicole
whispered something in his ear.

Sal smiled. “Of course I did.”

Nicole’s face lit up and she let out a sexy,
high-pitched scream. “Let’s go!”

Taking her hand, Sal and Nicole discreetly
wandered away from the party. As they searched for their friend to
congratulate him on his victory, Mikey and Anthony saw Sal moving
down the street with Nicole.

“Where the fuck are they going?” Mikey asked
jealously.

“I don’t know.”

“Hey Sal, where the hell are you going? The
party’s inside,” Mikey shouted through cupped hands.

“Yeah, I know. Have a good time,” Sal
hollered back.

“Damn! Why can’t that be me?” Anthony said
enviously.

“What a lucky fucking bastard. Let’s get
back inside. It’s always easier to get into a girl’s pants after a
fight, anyways.”

“That was a good fight Mike, huh?”

“It was pretty good. I’ve seen better.”

As they walked toward Frankie’s house, the
two occasionally glanced at their friend and Nicole strolling down
the street. Finally, Sal and Nicole turned the corner at the end of
the block and disappeared.

* * * * *

The morning sun shone on Sal’s face through
the partially open drapes of his bedroom window. Opening his eyes,
Sal was delighted to find Nicole sleeping next to him, her head
softly resting on his chest. After sliding off the covers, Sal
gently lifted her arm from his body and set it on the mattress. He
then slithered out from under Nicole’s head, easing it onto a
pillow, and crawled out of the bed, careful not to wake her.

Checking the scratches on his neck from his
scuffle with Sonny in the mirror, Sal whispered boastfully, “I
kicked that punk’s ass good.” After adjusting his crucifix so he
could admire the hickeys on his neck, Sal turned and gazed at the
angel asleep in his bed. “She deserves to be with me anyway.”

Treading softly to his bedroom door, Sal
stepped out of the room and quietly closed it behind him. As Sal
strolled into the kitchen in his underwear, he was surprised to
find his father sitting at the table dressed in his customary
dapper apparel, sipping coffee and reading the morning paper.

“How you doing, Pop?” Sal cheerfully
inquired pouring himself a cup.

“What time did you get in?” Peter asked
licking his thumb to turn the page.

“Pretty late, it was a good party.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“It’s kinda early for you to be up, Pop. You
going somewhere?”

Briefly Peter’s eyes shifted from the paper
onto his son. “Not that it’s any of your business. But yeah, I
gotta take carea some things. There’s a letter for you over there
on the counter.

Sal picked it up. “It looks pretty
official.”

“It’s from the government. Open the fucking
thing.”

Using a knife to open the letter, Sal
unfolded the document and read.

Hesitating only a few seconds, Peter
impatiently asked, “Well? What the fuck does it say?”

“It says I gotta register for the draft no
later than one week after my eighteenth birthday.”

“You turn eighteen in, what? Three
months?”

“Yeah, Pop.”

“So what’s with the sour puss?”

“They’re gonna send me to Vietnam.”

“Take it easy. Everybody your age is getting
these fucking letters. Besides, how much longer do you figure those
little yellow bastards can keep fighting, huh? This ain’t like my
war. Now that was a fucking war. It was the closest I’ve ever been
to hell.” Peter laughed. “Well that, and being married. Don’t worry
about it. It’ll probably all be over before your birthday,
anyways.”

“You think? That quick?”

“Why not?”

“But what if I do gotta go?” Sal asked
sheepishly.

“Then you go. You do what you gotta do, and
you come home.”

“It’s that easy, Pop?”

“No. But what choice do you got?”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I usually am. Ain’t’ I?” Folding up the
paper, Peter set it on the table. “I gotta get going. I wanna beat
the traffic out to Brooklyn.” Standing, Peter adjusted his jacket.
“Hey Valentino, make sure nonea the neighbors see your little
girlfriend leaving. If they do, she better be really pretty.”

“How did you...”

“I know everything.”

“Don’t worry, Pop. You’d be proud.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you later.”

Watching from the kitchen window, Sal waited
until his father walked across the street and got into his car.
Peter started the car and was gone in an instant. Hurrying back to
his room, Sal quietly stepped inside to find Nicole already awake.
She was lying balled up in the fetal position snuggled under the
covers. “I heard you and your father talking. I didn’t know what to
do,” she whispered sweetly.

“He left. You don’t have to whisper.”

Again, she whispered, “I want to. My whole
body feels tingly. I don’t want to lose this feeling.” Looking
sexier than ever, Nicole’s hair was slightly messed, and her face
still glowed from her very first night of love-making.

Still giddy, Sal remarked humorously, “God,
you look so beautiful lying there, naked, in my bed.”

“Then why are you standing out there?”
Nicole giggled.

“You know, I was just thinking the same
thing.” Jumping back into bed, Sal crawled under the covers and up
on top of her.

“God, I want you so bad,” Nicole purred,
licking Sal’s lips.

After giving Nicole several soft, moist
kisses on her lips, Sal tenderly kissed his way down to her
breasts. Taking hold of them, he wantonly licked and sucked each
fleshy mound, mindful not to favor one over the other. She moaned
approvingly as Sal slid his tongue across her navel and down
between her milky, white thighs. Nicole’s pussy was perfect with
only a small neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair above her already
wet vagina.

Forcefully, Sal jammed his tongue deep into
her, exploring every inch of her little fuck-hole. With every
penetrating thrust of his tongue, Nicole’s moans grew louder and
louder. Eventually, she fired off a seductive string of “OOOOOH’S”
and “AHHHHH’S” that drove Sal crazy.

“Oh, yes, Sal! I love it! Please, don’t
stop!” Nicole panted uncontrollably.

Wrapping his arms around Nicole’s thighs,
Sal brought his hands down between her legs and smoothly spread her
pussy lips, allowing his tongue better access to her clitoris.
Up-and-down, and side-to-side, Sal excitedly licked her wet, pink
pussy.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Nicole
asked in a trance-like tone.

Stopping momentarily, Sal responded
jokingly, “I read a book.”

Bringing her knees up toward her head,
Nicole spread her legs and set her feet down onto the mattress.
“Ooooooh, I’m gonna come! Oh my God! Sal, I’m gonna come!” Finally,
no longer able to hold back her deluge, Nicole’s body lurched up
and then back down and she declared, “I’m coming so hard.”

Like a raging river, her juices flowed into
Sal’s welcoming mouth. Relishing the fruits of his labor, he
swallowed every drop of her tasty climax. Sexy little whimpers
escaped Nicole’s mouth until the amazing feeling slowly subsided.
Reaching down between her legs, she gently lifted Sal’s head. “I
want you inside of me!”

Looking up at her beaming face, Sal said
softly, “Okay, baby, but if I’m hurting you again, stop me.
Awright?”

Nicole smiled. “Okay.”

Lifting himself off the mattress, Sal moved
his body up the bed. Nicole reached down between his legs and
grabbed hold of Sal’s cock, and jammed the head into her moist
cunt. “Fuck me, Sal! Fuck me hard.”

Sal gently thrust his body forward, allowing
the length of his shaft to penetrate deep into Nicole’s pussy, and
forcing her vagina to stretch from the sheer girth of his cock.
With great care, he pushed his member into her, careful to wait for
Nicole’s vaginal juices to moisten his shaft adequately, so as not
to hurt her pussy once more.