Sissy Godiva (4 page)

It was eleven-forty-five and I was
positive
she wasn’t going to come. As a matter of fact, I was angry, pissed that she was with someone else instead of being with me.
The slut, faggot, whore! Stinking fake bitch, that’s what she was! A woman, my ass!

But I kept looking for her as I walked to Avenue A and went into Tompkins Square Park. A few people sat on shaded benches and, as the hot sunshine slid over them, they moved to other shady spots.

Near Avenue B, I paused under a little tree that looked like it had been recently planted. I saw a girl walking along a path, wearing a purple halter top with white leggings.

My God, it’s Sissy Godiva!
My anger flowed away and I felt myself relax. All I wanted to do was rush to her and put my arms around her.

She sat down on a sunny bench and started to fumble a cigarette out of her pack. I smirked. Probably Newports, just like Pips smoked. Those
sissy
cigarettes.

I shook my head to clear it and rushed up to her. She’d looked so pretty when I first saw her, but when I got nearer, she looked drained and pretty wasted. Whatever she’d taken last night, whether she was drunk or stoned, she was still plastered.

She didn’t look like she recognized me.
“It’s Vinnie,” I said, pointing at myself. “We met yesterday. We made a date to meet this morning in front of my apartment on 1
^st
Avenue. Don’t you remember?”
She stared at me and scowled for a moment.
“We did?” she said.
“Uh-huh, we talked about my neighbor, Mr. Phillips,” I reminded her. “You said you might know him.”
“What neighbor? I don’t know any neighbor,” she scowled again, shaking her head.
“Pips, you called him, you said it might be him, Pips. We agreed to meet so you could see for yourself if it was or wasn’t.”
She sucked on her cigarette and looked at me. Her eyes flew open as if she suddenly remembered.
“Oh, yeah, Pips, I forgot about him. How the hell is he?”
I frowned but sat down on the bench next to her.
“You said you were going to meet me after nine, and I waited and waited but you never came.”
She sat up. “Hey, I’m sorry, I totally forgot. Anyway, I was pretty stoned last night. That rock band they had was pretty awesome. Psycho, I think they call it, that you don’t know what you’re doing and you don’t care.” She took a deep drag on her cigarette. “Wasn’t the Jefferson Airplane or the Grateful Dead like I thought it was, but they weren’t bad.” Her speech was slowing and she’d started to lean away from me. She looked like she was nodding off.
“You take something?” I interrupted, trying to get her come to.
She blinked and shrugged. “Who knows? Some kind of pill. Knocked the shit out of me. But the psycho music helped.”
“It’s
psycho
music?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“I think it’s ‘psychedelic.’ You don’t remember much, do you?”
She shrugged. “I remember coming into the park, but after I took that pill it’s all hazy.”
I shook my head. “Were you with those friends I saw you with yesterday?”
She shrugged. “Who knows. Anyway, it was a free concert, free love, you know? Get stoned, get high, drop out,” she grinned at me and sat up. “Hey, can we get some cigarettes? I’m all out,” she said, crinkling up her empty pack and tossing it away.
I suddenly brightened, staring at the crumpled Newports pack.
“My neighbor Pips, he smokes the exact same brand. I just bought him two packs yesterday. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you had a few.”
“Hmm, you
bought
them,” she drawled. “I wonder what you got in return.”
“I bought them because he asked me to,” I said, feeling defensive. “He gave me the money. That’s all.”
She giggled and stood up. “Take me to your leader.” She started walking like a movie robot, step by step by step.
I laughed and stood up, too, not resisting when she put her arm around my back. I put my arm around her and we walked out of the park as if we were two lovers on their way to bed.
My hard-on was stiff and pulsing in my pants, as I’m sure hers was in her white leggings. But she started clinging tighter to my waist as we walked, going more slowly, her head drooping with every step. On Avenue A, while we waited for a truck to pass, her arm fell from my waist and she almost collapsed.
“Sissy. Sissy,” I said, pulling her back up and trying to steady her. “Are you all right?”
She caught herself, straightening and yawning, again putting her arm around my waist.
“Wow, I didn’t know I was that wasted. I’m really tired.” She yawned again and giggled. “Hope Pips has a bed. I sure could use a little sleep.”
I blushed and looked away, trying not to recall lying on Pips’ bed and jerking off.
“Where is it, anyway?”
“First Avenue, we’re almost there.”
“Shit, my mom works on 1
^st
Avenue, around 7
^th
Street. I don’t want her to see me. She was pretty pissed at me for coming home stoned.” She hunched over and looked down, and we got to my building very quickly after that.
“This is it,” I said steering her in. “He’s on the top floor, just like me.”
Her eyes widened. “Wow, you live together? Cool.”
I shook my head. “No, no, we’re just neighbors, but on the same floor. It’s nothing like that.”
“Uh-huh, sure, sure. Oh, wow, it’s dark in here.”
I frowned. “My stupid landlord doesn’t believe in spending money on lighting. He’s a jerk.”
“Yeah, most are.” She shrugged and let go of my waist, but clutched my hand as we climbed the stairs. On the first floorlanding, just as we turned to take the next flight, she looked down at my crotch. “Man, are you big!” She made a grab at my erection. “Can I see it, mister?”
I stared at her, amazed that she was trying to grab me. “Only if you show me yours, pretty miss.”

What the hell was I saying! I’m not a queer!
She pawed my crotch another moment, then lifted the bottom of her halter top, showing me the sizable bulge in her leggings. I reached for it and squeezed it. She pushed my hand off.
What the hell was I doing, feeling her erection! Jesus, what’s wrong with me!
“Fresh!” she giggled, and we continued climbing. On the fourth floor I gestured to my apartment.
“I live here, Pips is over there.”
“Nice to know,” she said, “that I can always come here for a visit and a good groping, no?” Her hand was reaching for my penis.
“Yes. Yes, you can,” I said, pushing my bulge toward her. “It’ll always be there for you, big and hard, just the way you like it.”
I think I would have fucked her right then and there but Pips flung his door open. There he stood, naked in all his glory, Mr. Phillips—or, as me and Sissy Godiva called him now, Pips.
Sissy laughed. “Of course I know this old geezer. Hey, Pips, how ya doing? Still horny and naked, I see,” she said, winking at him.
Mr. Phillips was red-faced and glared at me. “I was so upset. I didn’t know what had happened to you. You said you’d be here around nine, but now it’s almost one. I was so discombobulated.”
Silence and confusion filled the air.
“Discom—
what?”
Sissy frowned. “I always told you, don’t use those big, fancy words. No one understands what the hell you’re saying.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” Pips answered. “Terribly sorry, it’s my teaching background. Won’t happen again.”
Sissy yawned. “Well, if we’re gonna stand out here, maybe we should go tell the whole world you’re naked, eh?”
“Oh, yes, silly me, silly me. Come in, come in.” He led us into his apartment. I shut the door after us.
“You used to be a teacher?” I asked, closing the door. “What did you teach?”
“High school English. Sometimes I had Geography or Social Studies, but rarely.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sissy interrupted. “You have anything to drink? I’m dying of thirst.”
“Why, yes,” Pips answered, opening the refrigerator. “I have a little ginger ale left—”
She frowned. “I meant a little stronger, like some booze, beer, wine, or something like that.” She looked up at the kitchen cabinets. “Oh, wow, what’s that?” She reached up and grabbed a half-full bottle of Canadian Club. “Just what a girl is looking for,” she said, grinning at the bottle.
The whiskey swirled in the bottle as if trying to touch her, as desperate for her as she was for it. I frowned and looked away. She was going to get drunk, and she still was stoned from the night before, and there was nothing I could do about it.
“It’s been there a long time,” Pips said. “Don’t recall who put it there.”
“You have any ice?” Sissy asked, opening the bottle and sniffing, frowning at the whisky smell.
“Yes, of course,” Pips said, opening the refrigerator again. “Ice coming right up.” He took out an ice tray, struck it against the sink, and pulled the lever to release the cubes. He scooped a few chunks into a glass.
She took the glass from him and poured the whiskey in, immediately bringing it to her lips and taking a mouthful.
“Ah, better,” she said, but coughed. She raised the glass to her mouth again and gulped it down. The whiskey seemed to supply her with nourishment. It was like she was being renewed, refreshed, and I watched her whirl the whiskey-ice in the glass. “You want some,” she asked me, licking her lips. “There’s more than enough.”
I shook my head. “No, no, I’m fine.”
She shrugged, raised the glass again and had another swallow.
Pips cleared his throat. “It’s wonderful that you’re here, both of you.” He turned to Sissy. “I missed you very much. Almost a year since I’ve last seen you. And you were always so sweet and innocent, one of the best in the bunch.”
“Huh? What bunch?” Sissy set her glass down and looked at him.
“Your bunch,” Pips smiled. “The bunch you used to hang out with. You remember that trannie, Blowjob Tonya? Whatever happened to her, she sure was a knockout. Had nice, beautiful, big tits, looked like a real female, no?”
Sissy laughed. “Man, that girl will suck anyone off.” She shook her head, picked up her glass and had another swallow. “Even you Pips, if you still can get it up. Can you?”
Pips looked down and shook his head sadly. “I can still come all over myself. But as for getting hard, well, those days are over,” he looked back at us as we looked at his limp, flaccid dick drooping from his scrotum. He looked at Sissy, “But you can bring Tonya over any time.” He brightened and turned to me. “She loved showing it off and I loved looking. Please bring her up next time you come,” he pleaded, rubbing his balls.
Sissy just snorted and raised her glass, drinking the last of the whiskey. “Man, I sure could use another glassful,” she said, dropping in more ice and nearly filling the glass again.
Pips leered at me and took my hand. “What a great friend you have. We had lovely times together, didn’t we?” he said, looking at Sissy again. She had another deep swallow, then stared at him.
“What—what you looking at?” she spluttered.
“Sweetie,” Pips shook his head, “you drink too much, too fast. Slow down.” He turned to me. “I told her that many a time last year but she still drinks like a fish, as if there’s no tomorrow.” He looked at her. “Slow down, baby, slow down!”
But Sissy ignored him, set her glass down and mumbled, “You got a bed? I just wanna lay down a second.”
“In the other room,” Pips said, getting up from his chair. I stood there blushing and watching them, remembering being on that bed yesterday. I saw him take her hand as she wobbled out of the room, trying to steady her as he steadied himself on the wall. I rubbed my crotch for a minute or so, then went to see what they were doing.
She looked like she’d collapsed onto the bed. The front of her halter top had fluttered up to show off the bulge in her leggings. Pips was in his chair and was slowly jerking off again. We looked at each other. I nodded at him and he nodded back hopefully. I shrugged and removed my shirt and started undoing my pants. In an instant I was fully naked, just like him. I eased myself carefully onto the bed, trying not to disturb Sissy. She moved a little, but still lay in a drunken sleep. Pips stared at me as I stroked my own hard dick; he circled his fingers around his.
I watched Sissy sleep. Wow, she sure was pretty laying there, the edge of her halter top up above her leggings, her hands up near her head with elbows bent. She looked ready for a fucking! Wait a minute, how the hell do they do that?
I dipped my head to her as if about to kiss her—
what the hell was I doing!
—and lay on top of her, my hard penis pressing against hers in her leggings, and I started grinding slowly against her. I didn’t care what Pips was doing. I only cared that she was
mine
, the beautiful Sissy Godiva,
my love
. I felt awkward, but I bent my head and started to kiss her mouth, her nose, her beautiful closed eyes, when I felt a sudden leap in my belly. My semen rushed right through me, exploding onto her leggings and halter top.
Whew! That was beautiful, divine
! If I could lie on top of her forever, I would. But I moved off her, feeling the stickiness at my crotch and looked embarrassedly at Pips, jerking off. I turned back to Sissy. She lay as before, passed out. But the bright wetness of my scum shone boldly on her white leggings and in the sprinkles on her purple halter top. I didn’t care. I leaned over and kissed her again, rolled on top of her again. I shut my eyes
.
Yeah, sure, I’m not gay, uh-huh. Tell me another bullshit lie.

Sissy Godiva was pushing me off her, crawling away. “Motherfucker, you’re in my way!” She stood up and looked around. “Where’s the damned bathroom? I’ve gotta pee!”

“The bathroom, the bathroom, where’s the fucking bathroom?”
“The door’s in the kitchen,” I said, “right by the window. It’s just like my apartment.” But what difference did that make to her? She’d never been in my apartment. She was racing through Pips’ flat; we heard a door bang loudly and the heavy stream of her urine splashing into the toilet. I imagined her standing before the tank and sighing, “Whew!”
Wonder if she was sitting down?
I sat up on the bed, looking nervously at Pips. “What time is it?” I asked, yawning. “How long have we been sleeping?” He shrugged, didn’t know. I went into the kitchen. The clock read four-thirty-five. I cursed. I’d fallen asleep about two o’clock and the day was gone. I shook my head.
A last trickle echoed from the bathroom. Pips wobbled out of the bedroom. He made it to the table and collapsed onto a chair. Sissy, still wasted and hung over, stepped out of the bathroom.
“Shit, I can’t go out like this,” she said, pulling off her stained leggings. “I got piss all over myself.”
We looked at her leggings.
“In this hot weather they’ll dry quickly,” I said.
She sneered at me. “Fuck you!” she spat, and wiped at the scum on her purple halter top. “What is this shit?” She wiped her hand on the chair, looking at me
. Hope she didn’t guess that it was my scum!
“In this heat, with the breeze, they’ll dry very fast,” I said again. I crossed my arms and stared at her.
She shook her head. “Breeze? ‘
Breeze,’
my ass!” She scowled and rubbed her forehead. “I got a damned stinking headache from that booze. Canadian Club, bullshit! Feels like Siberian Poison to me. Gross!”
She spat onto the floor like she was spitting out the noxious booze. I stared at her little penis, still hard in her leggings.
“I gotta lay down again,” she said. “This headache is murder.” She disappeared into the other room.
Pips waved his arm dismissively.
“Leave her alone. She’ll be all right, just needs a little more sleep. That’ll do her better than any headache medicine.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I mumbled, going after her and looking into the bedroom. She’d removed her halter top and was lying on her back. Her two little breasts shone like seductive orbs. I licked my mouth. Her tiny panties held her little cock prettily.
She’s ripe for something….
I blinked and turned back to the kitchen.
“I’m going to have to go,” I said. “Mom will be home in a bit. Maybe I’ll come by later, if I can without Mom knowing where I’m going, you know?”
“Yes, yes, of course. Our relationship is our little secret, no one needs to know.” He winked, then whispered, “we’re like two secret lovers, aren’t we? I’m your
Cumalot
and you’re my Queen Guenevere,” then he blushed. “You must know I love you, don’t you?”
I winced. “Yeah, yeah, I suppose, whatever, if you say so. But you must know,” and I blushed, “I love Sissy Godiva most of all. Don’t you?”
There, I said it!
He leered at me and licked his lips.
I shrugged. “I still like Sissy. She has a great name, don’t you think? Sissy Godiva, what could be better for her?”
He beamed at me. “Yes, a wonderful name, and very sexy.” He jerked his chin toward the bedroom. “You’re Sissy’s boyfriend,” he smiled, leering at again. “Sissy Godiva and Sissy’s boyfriend, that’s you two! Do you like it? What a wonderful pair!” He shifted in the chair. “It’s a great feeling, thinking of her. She’s so precious.” He cleared his throat, “Yes, Blowjob Tonya and her, I can’t wait to see them together.” He rubbed his useless cock and balls. “But did you ever see Tonya with Big Daddy? Oh, boy.” He shook his head. “I’m sure what he has will be more than big enough for you, eh?”
I didn’t quite understand him, but I had a pretty good idea. “I’m not gay like the rest of you, you know,” I sneered.
He smiled and nodded at me, still stroking his soft penis. “You’re not?”
My cock hardened as I stood there. “Just leave the door unlocked so I can come in later, okay?”
He shrugged. “It’s always unlocked—well, most of the time. Had to leave it open for my doctor to get in, you know.”
I looked at him, “Your doctor? How come?”
“My bad heart,” he shrugged. “He’s worried, he comes by every week to check on me. I told him, Doc, whatever happens, happens. That’s my philosophy.”
I studied him, nodded and let myself out of the apartment.
“See ya later, sweetie,” I heard, and I’m sure he was blowing a kiss after me.