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.
After several long, relaxed pumps, Nicole’s dripping cunt lubricated Sal’s cock sufficiently enough for him to accelerate his movements. With every exhilarating, powerful stroke he delivered, Nicole breathe deeper and deeper. Madly, she thrashed her head back-and-forth from the scintillating pounding her cunt was taking, causing her long blonde hair to whip around as if in a wind storm.
Furiously, Sal fucked her pussy until his cock started to experience a familiar sensation, that funny feeling all men recognize. Knowing he would soon blow his massive load, Sal looked down at her. “I’m almost there, baby.”
Overcome by gratification, Nicole’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Licking her lips, she gently bit her lower lip and whispered, “Okay, baby.” Her body quivered and shook until she stammered, “Oh my God! I’m gonna come again!”
Holding back his impending orgasm, Sal continued thumping Nicole’s pussy as hard as he could in an effort to prolong the feeling. Finally, unable to hold back any longer Sal blurted, “I’m gonna come!”
“Come baby! Come in me!”
With all his might Sal blew his entire wad, overfilling Nicole’s pussy with his syrupy cum.
“I can feel your explosion inside of me! I can feel everything!” she whispered.
Certain every drop of his semen was spent, Sal rolled off of Nicole, and lay down next to her on the bed. Winded from the joy of youthful, uninhibited, raw sex, they were both breathing deeply. Turning over onto her side, Sal nestled up to Nicole from behind, spooning her. Tenderly he kissed her shoulder.
“That was so in
credible, Sal.”
“It was.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Did you really read a book to learn how to do that?”
“Do what?” Sal asked playfully.
“You know what,” Nicole replied bashfully.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Please, don’t make me say it, Sal.”
“No, I didn’t have to read a book.”
“Then where did you learn how to do that?”
“It just all kinda happened when I put my mouth down there.”
“Do you like doing that, Sal?”
“Yeah, I like it a lot. Do you like it?”
“I love it!”
Sal smiled. “Awright.”
“I’m really sorry about your sheets last night. I hope you father doesn’t ask you how they got...got blood on them.”
“Don’t worry about it. My father don’t do the laundry.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Nicole, please don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks for letting me take a shower last night.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I just wanted you to feel comfortable.”
“Are you glad we left the party last night?”
“Definitely, why do you ask?”
“Well, it was a going away party for Louie, and I know he’s a good friend of yours.”
“Believe me, Louie didn’t miss me, or anybody else last night. He spent the whole night hanging out with Anna-Marie anyway.”
“They make such a cute couple. I really like, Louie. He’s so funny.”
“Yeah, Louie’s a great guy.”
“Sal, are you sure you don’t regret leaving his party?”
“I’m sure, Nicole.”
“I just didn’t want my first time to be in Frankie’s basement.”
“Believe me, it wasn’t gonna be. We woulda waited.”
Nicole smiled. “Can I ask you a question?”
“I thought that’s what you been doing,” Sal joked.
Smacking her lips, Nicole cried out, “Sal!”
“I’m sorry. Go ahead.”
“What’s the matter with your friend, Mikey?”
“What do you mean?”
“He seems so angry all the time. I heard he got into an argument at the party with two girls and he tried to hit one of them.”
“That’s not true. Mikey’s a good guy. He’s just got a lotta built up anger.”
“Most of my girlfriends think he’s really cute. But they won’t go out with him because of the way they see him treat other girls. Why does he treat girls like that?”
“He’s confused. After his mother left, he took it really hard. He was only ten when she left. Mike cried every day for a week. When his father found out, he told him if he didn’t stop crying, he was gonna drown him in the tub. I know his father, Nicole. He meant it. Mikey never cried again after that.”
“That’s terrible.”
“That’s the way things are around here, Nicole. You know that.”
“I know. But things don’t have to be like that.” Nicole said, sounding troubled.
“What’s the matter, Nicole?”
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, something’s bothering you. Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”
“I was just thinking...I mean...if you don’t mind me asking...I was just wondering, you know, where do we go from here?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what are we...are we just friends? Or are we going to be something more?”
“What do you think we should be?”
“I would like to be your girlfriend,” Nicole suggested shyly.
“I want that, too! I’ve wanted it for a long time.” Sal smiled. “Now that we took carea that, is there anything else on your mind?”
“No, that’s it.” Seeing the photograph of Salvatore, his mother, and his Mama and Papa on the night stand, Nicole asked interested, “Is that you?”
“Yeah.”
“May I see it?”
“Sure.” Reaching over Nicole, Sal snatched up the photo off his nightstand and handed it to her.
Nicole examined the photo closely. “You were such a handsome little boy. And your eyes, my God, are so beautiful. Even back then.”
“Thank you,” Sal said humbly.
“Who are these other people?”
“My mother and my grandparents.”
“Your mother is gorgeous. God, I wish I looked like her.”
“Not for nothing, but I’m kinda glad that you look the way you do. It would be sorta weird if you looked like my mother. If you know what I mean.”
Giggling, Nicole explained, “I didn’t mean it like that, silly. I just meant she looks so refined and sophisticated. Where is she now, back in Sicily?”
“She’s dead. So are my grandparents,” Sal replied softly.
“I’m so sorry, Sal.”
“I know. It’s okay. I’m fine. It happened a long time ago.”
“Here, put it back,” Nicole insisted handing the picture back to Sal.
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t think anyone should touch this but you.”
“Nicole, it’s okay. But I understand what you’re saying.” Taking the photo, Sal stretched over Nicole again, and placed it back in its customary spot.
Turning onto her back, Nicole looked up at Sal. “I hope I didn’t make you sad by asking about your family.”
“You didn’t.”
“Good, I’m glad. I don’t ever want to do anything that would make you sad.”
“If I ever am sad, I know something we can do to make me happy again.”
“You do, huh?” Nicole said seductively.
“Yeah, I do.”
* * * * *
APTER NINE
Standing in the kitchen with his arms folded across his chest, Peter waited for his son to come out of the bathroom. He was in unusually good spirits, because today wasn’t just another day; it was his son’s eighteenth birthday. To celebrate, Peter planned to take Sal to Yonkers Raceway to capitalize on some tips he received from an acquaintance who worked at the track as a horse trainer. “Hey fucko, hurry up. I don’t wanna miss the first race,” Peter shouted impatiently.
“I’m hurrying, Pop. Take it easy,” Sal yelled back, through a closed bathroom door.
“What the fuck are you doing in there?” Peter said laughing. “You better not be choking your chicken!”
The bathroom door opened, and Sal stepped out into the hall, dressed in his best clothes. Entering the kitchen, he looked perturbed by his father’s insinuation. “That’s really funny, Pop. How long did it take you to think that one up?”
“Ah, shut the fuck up,” Peter fired back in a lighthearted tone.
“I don’t know why I gotta get all dressed up just to go to the track, anyways? It’s not like there’s gonna be any people there we know.”
Adjusting his tie, Peter was dressed in a charcoal grey, silk suit, with a black silk shirt, a matching silk tie, and charcoal grey shoes. “You never know who you gonna run in to, Salvatore. Take it from me, it’s always better to look good, than to regret you didn’t. Remember that.”
“Yeah, whatever you say, Pop,” Sal responded sarcastically.
“Get in the fucking car you little mamaluke!” Peter yelled, opening the front door.
Behind his father’s back, Sal stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes.
The two made their way down the steps to the street, got into Peter’s car, and sped off. Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Peter ran his other through his hair several times before checking himself out in the rear-view mirror. With a big smile, Peter waxed nostalgic, “I remember the first time you rode in this car. You was just a little guy, right off the fucking boat. Remember? You had no fucking clue which end was up. Now look at you, you’re almost a grown man.”
Sur
prised by his father’s sentimentality, Sal teased, “Hey Pop, you, awright? Did you hit your head or something?”
“I was just thinking about...ah, shut the fuck up.”
Sal snickered like a little boy. “Pop, I still don’t get why I couldn’t bring Mikey and Anthony to the track with us. It’s my birthday, right?”
“I didn’t want ’em with us, ’cause I didn’t wanna see their ugly fucking mugs tonight. Awright?”
“Then why couldn’t I bring Nicole? She woulda had a good time at the track. She loves horses.”
“‘She loves horses,’” Peter mocked in a high-pitched voice. “Do you see me bringing a broad, huh? What? You don’t think I got better things to do than spend the whole fucking night watching you play kissy face with your little girlfriend?”
“Jesus! I only turn eighteen once. I can’t spend it with my friends. I can’t be with Nicole. I gotta tell you, Pop, this birthday stinks already.”
“Ah, shut the fuck up!” Peter yelled as he darted into a parking spot right in front of Tommy G’s Bar & Grill.
Once a classy, popular mob hangout, Tommy G’s was now just a local gin mill, but still a respected neighborhood landmark. Many big-time Mafioso’s, including Charles “Lucky” Luciano himself, frequented the establishment back in its hey-day.
Flashing a look of disbelief, Sal turned toward his father and cried out, “Why the hell are we stopping here? I thought we was going to the track?”
“Take it easy. We are. I gotta talk to somebody first. You wanna come in?”
“I’ll wait here.”
“Maybe you should come in.”
“I don’t wanna come in.”
“I think you should come in, Salvatore.”
“Pop, this joint is for the old rummy’s and degenerate gamblers. I don’t wanna come in.”
“That’s the problem with kids your age. You don’t respect nothing. I remember there was times when you couldn’t even get in the fucking joint, ’cause it was so crowded with wiseguys and beautiful broads.”
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