Sally Boy

by P. Vincent DeMartino

  “Really.”

  “Every time I saw you it was like you...you seemed as if you had the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

  “Not the weight of the world. Just the memories of a time and place I’d like to forget.”

  Spotting a hotdog vendor in the distance, Sal had an idea. “I’ll be right back.” Sal ran over to the cart and bought some bread. As he trotted back, he could see Chrissy had already moved near the water’s edge and a large group of waterfowl were swimming toward her.

  “Here, feed ’em.” Sal handed Chrissy some bread. Tossing a piece of bread to the ducks, Sal professed, “I like the ducks. They swim around. They eat the bread. They don’t bother nobody. They got a pretty good life. You know?”

  “I guess you’re right.” Chrissy laughed. “I never really thought about it that much.”

  “I never really knew how beautiful this place was when I was a kid. I mean, I came here a lot.” Sal gazed directly into Chrissy’s eyes. “But I never took the time to appreciate how beautiful it is. You know what I’m saying?”

  “I understand, Sal.” Clearly smitten, Chrissy responded softly. “I try never to take anyone or anything for granted. If you do, happiness could be staring you right in the face, and you would never know it.”

  After throwing their last pieces of bread to the ducks, Sal teased. “Should we keep walking? Or do you got a class you need to get to?”

  Chrissy smiled. “I’d like to walk with you.”

  “Would you mind if I held your hand?” Sal asked politely.

  “Not at all,” Chrissy said sweetly.

  The two walked around the pond holding hands and laughing all the while. After circling the pond twice, Sal suggested they take a seat on a bench. Tenderly, Sal reached out and brushed away some hair that had fallen into Chrissy’s eyes. “I can’t remember the last day I had that was this nice.”

  “It’s not over, Sal? Is it?”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  “Why?” Chrissy asked softly.

  Looking up at the horizon, Sal pointed out, “’Cause the sun is starting to set and the park is gonna close soon.”

  “Sal,” Chrissy smacked her lips. “I meant am I going to see you again?”

  “Do you wanna see me again?” Sal asked confidently.

  “Of course I do. Don’t you want to see me again?”

  “Definitely. Did you really think you were gonna get rid’a me that easy?”

  Beaming, Chrissy slowly leaned in close to Sal and gently pressed her lips to his.

  * * * * *

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  Standing in his bathroom before the mirror, Sal nimbly twisted his black silk tie into a Windsor knot. Wearing only a grey dress shirt and boxers, he eagerly anticipated meeting his childhood friend, Anthony DiGregorio. Pretending to be asleep, Chrissy lay naked in bed watching him get dressed.

  “Hey sexy, where do you think you’re going without saying ‘good-bye’?”

  “I thought you was asleep. I was trying to be quiet.”

  “I was up. I like watching you get dressed. Where are you going?”

  “I gotta go see a friend from the old neighborhood.”

  “Is that the guy you called the other day?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Does your friend have a name?” Chrissy teased.

  “Yeah, he’s got a name.”

  “May I ask what it is?”

  “His name is Anthony.”

  “Anthony what?”

  Sal laughed. “What are we playing twenty questions here?”

  “Of course not. I’m just curious.”

  “His name is Anthony DiGregorio. I’ve known him since we was kids. It was really good to talk to him again. Growing up, Anthony and Mikey was like brothers to me.”

  Chrissy smiled, “I’m really glad you’re reconnecting with your old friends.”

  “I am too,” Sal said happily.

  “So are we still on for later?”

  “Yeah sure, but...”

  “But?”

  “If I’m going back to work, then I’m not gonna be around as much as I have been lately.”

  “I know.” Chrissy said softly.

  “What’s the matter, Chrissy?”

  “I don’t know why you won’t let me talk to my father. I know he can help you.”

  “Baby, we talked about this already. I gotta do this on my own. Understand?” Sal sat down on the bed next to her and gently stroked Chrissy’s hair. “I love you. You know that, right?”

  “I love you, too. I just wish you would let me help you.”

  “That’s not the way I am. Chrissy, a man can’t change what he is. You have a great family and a good education. You deserve the world. How am I supposed to give you all the things...”

  “Love isn’t about things, Sal! It’s about two people who want to share their lives together and raise a family. When I look into your eyes, I see that little boy in the picture over there. I see love. I know what’s in your heart, baby. That’s why I love you so much.”

  Glancing over at the picture, Sal gently kissed her forehead. “That little boy doesn’t exist anymore.”

  “Yes, Sal, he does. He’s lost. You just have to find him again,” Chrissy whispered lovingly.

  “Baby, I love you more than anything. But do you really wanna spend the rest of your life with me, knowing the things I’ve done?”

  “Sal, you never talk about the things you did in Vietnam.”

  “We’ve been together, what, three months?”

  “Three and a half months, thank you very much.” Chrissy smiled.

  “You sleep here...maybe four nights a week, right? You see the nightmares that wake me up. It don’t take much imagination to put two and two together. Does it?”

  “Sal, you’re not responsible for what you did over there. You had no choice. You have to forgive yourself.”

  “Please, stop, huh? You don’t even know what the hell you’re talking about.”

  “Maybe so, but you have to fight for anything worth having in this world. I do know that much. Sal, I know someday you’ll be a great father to our children. We’ll have a beautiful home, a nice dog, and a polite cat.”

  “Hold up.” Sal stood. “When did I ever say I wanted a cat?”

  Pulling Sal toward her, Chrissy rubbed her breasts up against him. “We can talk about the cat later. Okay?”

  Sal laughed. “God, I love you.”

  “Come back to bed,” Chrissy urged enticingly. “Your friend can wait a little while longer. Can’t he?” Reaching up Chrissy gently stroked Sal’s member over his underwear. “There’s something I want to do to you.”

  “You do, huh?” Removing his shirt and tie, Sal tossed them onto a nearby chair. Slowly, Chrissy lowered Sal’s boxers.

  “You see what you do to me?”

  “I like having this effect on you.”

  “Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

  Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Chrissy tossed back her hair, and licked her palm several times. Grasping Sal’s cock she quickly stroked it while simultaneously sucking it. In an attempt to force the entire length of his member deep down into her throat, Chrissy strongly thrust her head forward. Gagging momentarily, she pulled back laughing. “Oh my God, that went far.”

  Taking hold of Sal’s cock once more, Chrissy ran her tongue back-and-forth along Sal’s shaft moistening it with her saliva. As she continued sucking Sal’s dick, Chrissy reached down between her legs and fingered her clitoris making her pussy wet. Firing off a seductive string of sexy moans, Chrissy said passionately, “I want you to come in my mouth, baby. I love the taste of your cum. It’s so sweet.”

  Feeling his impending load, Sal was no longer able to hold back. “I’m gonna come!”

  Wrapping her lips around the head of Sal’s cock, Chrissy jerked him as fast as she could. Sal’s body shuttered as he let loose and Chrissy swallowed as much of Sal’s cum as she could, but some spurted ou
t, and rolled down her chin dripping down onto her tits. Breathing deeply and feeling lightheaded, Sal stood motionless, savoring the exhilaration of the experience. Gazing up at him, Chrissy asked demurely, “Did you enjoy that, baby?”

  “You know I did.”

  Seeing some of Sal’s cum on her tits, Chrissy seductively wiped it up with the tips of her fingers and then sucked the semen off each one.

  “Lay back on the bed,” Sal insisted.

  “I thought you had to be somewhere?” Chrissy said playfully, knowing that Sal couldn’t resist having her.

  “He can wait. Lay down.” Dropping down onto his knees, Sal wrapped his arms around Chrissy’s thighs and gently pulled her toward him. Planting his face between her legs, Sal licked Chrissy’s wet pussy and sucked her clitoris. As if possessed, Sal drove his tongue deep into her cunt and tongue-fucked her relentlessly.

  The amazing sensation between Chrissy’s legs caused her to tremble and shake. Her head trashed back-and-forth in a frenzy of sexual ecstasy. “Oh my God! Sal, that feels so good! Don’t stop,” Chrissy whimpered softly.

  Feeling his cock getting hard again, Sal took hold of Chrissy’s ankles and stood. Resting her legs against his chest, Sal jammed the head of his cock into Chrissy’s inviting pussy. With one forward thrust he plunged his entire length deep into her cunt. Chrissy moaned as her pussy was forced to stretch from the sheer girth of Sal’s member. “Oh my God! You’re so deep. You feel so good!”

  Wiping the sweat from his brow, Sal pounded away at her pussy until he was out of breath. “Baby, stand up. I want you from behind.”

  “Help me up,” she whispered softly.

  Lifting her up off the bed, Sal tenderly kissed and licked Chrissy’s neck driving her wild. Spinning her around, Sal bent Chrissy over and moved behind her. He rammed his cock deep into her wet vagina and quickly resumed the thumping he was giving her before. Every time Sal slammed his cock into Chrissy’s pussy, his balls would slap up against her stomach, and her ass cheeks rippled. Sal couldn’t resist slapping and squeezing her round, firm ass repeatedly. “Do you like that?” he asked.

  “Yes, smack me harder.” Chrissy moaned gratefully.

  Sal slapped her ass several more times, then he reached up under her body and squeezed her pert nipples with his finger tips making Chrissy quiver with excitement. Taking hold of her small waist, Sal forcefully pulled her into him every time he thrust his cock into her. Chrissy was almost rendered unconscious from the hammering she was taking from behind. Her pussy dripped so much that the carpet at their feet became soaked with her juices.

  The familiar sensation in Sal’s cock told him that it wouldn’t be long before he would pop. Feeling Sal’s member swell inside her Chrissy stammered faintly between pants. “You’re close? I can feel it.”

  “God, you’re so tight. You almost there, baby?” Sal asked, trying to hold back so they could come together.

  “I gonna come! Fuck me harder.”

  Knowing she was close to orgasm, Sal continued to pound Chrissy’s pussy as hard as he could. Out of breath and delirious, Chrissy managed to cry out, “Oh my, God! I’m coming, I’m coming so hard!”

  Continuing his long penetrating thrusts, Sal was no longer able to hold back. With a subtle moan, he unleashed his tremendous load into Chrissy’s already dripping cunt. “I’m coming, baby! Can you feel it?”

  “Yes! I can feel everything,” Chrissy sighed softly.

  Exhausted from the endeavor of raw, animal sex, the two lovers remained motionless breathing deeply for several moments. Finally, Sal pulled his cock out of Chrissy and lifted her up into his arms. Locked in an embrace, they looked deeply into each other’s eyes. “Did you enjoy that, baby?” Sal asked, breathing heavily.

  “Oh yes,” Chrissy whispered.

  #

  Strutting down the street looking dapper in one of the suits his father had given him, Sal felt optimistic about his meeting with Anthony. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun was shining. The only sound that could be heard was the birds singing in the trees.

  As Sal neared the Mirragio Club, he immediately recognized his friend leaning up against a new black sedan, smoking a cigarette. Anthony’s face broke into an ear-to-ear grin the moment he saw Sal. Crushing out his butt on the sidewalk, the two friends rushed to greet each other with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  “Sally Boy! How the fuck you been?”

  “I’m doing good, Anthony. How’ve you been?”

  “Fucking great! I’m glad to see that you made it back in one fucking piece.”

  “Thanks. And thanks for meeting me. I really appreciate it.”

  “What, are you fucking kidding me? I’ve known you since we was like fucking nine. I would never turn my back on blood.”

  “It’s nice to hear you say that.”

  “Well, it’s true.”

  “Good ’cause I need a favor.”

  “Madonn! You don’t waste any time, huh?”

  “Anthony, I don’t mean to come off sounding like a mamaluke, but I’m jammed up.”

  “Awright, let’s talk in the car.”

  Walking around to the driver’s side, Anthony got in and slid over, unlocking the passenger side door. Sal climbed into the passenger seat closing the door behind him.

  “So what can I do for you, Sally?” Anthony asked as he lit a cigarette.

  “This is your car?” Sal was impressed as he checked out the plush interior.

  “It’s in my fiancée’s mother’s name, but it belongs to me. I own it.”

  “You’re a real fucking big shot now, huh?”

  “It beats working for a living.”

  “It’s nice to see you doing so good, Anthony.”

  “Hey, I told Lisa all about you after I got off of the phone with you the other day. She can’t wait to meet you. She’s got this knockout girlfriend she wants to set you up with. I’m telling you, Sal, if I wasn’t with Lisa, I’d be all over this bitch myself. She’s got big fucking tits, a beautiful body, and long blonde hair. I remembered how you like the blondes. And from what I hear, she sucks cock like a champ. Plus, Lisa told me she swallows. You can thank me later.”

  “Thanks, I really appreciate it. But I’m already seeing somebody.”

  “Oh, yeah. Is it serious?”

  “I think it is.”

  “Forget about that other bitch. Then the four of us should all go out to dinner some night. It’ll be a nice welcome home celebration. And I’m paying! Okay? What do you say?”

  “Yeah, I think she’d like that.”

  “So, what can I do for you?”

  “I know we ain’t seen each other in a couplea years, and this is kinda outta the blue, but I was kinda hoping, you know, you could maybe get me in with the Mirragios.”

  “What about your, Pop?”

  “No!” Sal replied emphatically.

  “You don’t wanna work for him, huh?”

  “No. So what do you think? Can you help me or what?”

  “I don’t know, Sal. I mean I’ve only been with the Mirragios for a little while myself. The best I can do is introduce you.” Anthony puffed his cigarette. “But I gotta tell you, these guys, they don’t fuck around.”

  “Neither do I.”

  “Sally Boy, I can tell just by looking into your eyes that you was into some fucked-up shit over there. No disrespect, I’ve known you a long fucking time, and I can see that there’s something very different about you. I ain’t got a problem with whatever you did over there, but these guys ain’t fucking cowboys. They’re businessmen.”

  “I know, Anthony. I ain’t looking for nothing heavy. I was thinking I could start out as a driver, a bodyguard, something. I just need to make some ‘scarole. I got bills, pisan.”

  “Things changed a lot since you was away.” Anthony reached up, touching the crucifix hanging from his rear mirror. “Everybody we come up with is either in the can, or dead. You heard about Mikey, right?”

  “Nah,
I ain’t heard nothing.”

  “I didn’t wanna say nothing about it when we was on the phone ’cause Lisa was listening. She gets all emotional when she hears about shit like that.”

  “What the fuck happened to Mike?”

  “Nobody really knows for sure. The story on the street is that he got all coked up and started running his big fucking mouth. I don’t know. He musta said the wrong fucking thing to the wrong fucking guy. They found him in some dumpster in Jersey with his tongue cut out and a knife sticking outta his fucking chest. I heard he got stabbed like twenty five times. Getting clipped was bad enough, but ending up in a pile a garbage in that shithole, Jersey, made it even twice as bad. I ain’t going out like that, Sally.”

  Staring off into the distance, Sal reflected upon the disturbing dream he had about Mikey when he first came home from Vietnam. Confused by Sal’s silence regarding the tragic news about their friend, Anthony asked, “Sal, you awright?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Look, you don’t have to worry about me, Anthony. Just introduce me and that’ll be all the involvement you got. I promise.”

  “Sal, did you hear what I just said? Mikey’s dead. Don’t you even fucking care?”

  “Of course I care! What the fuck do you want me to do about it? How many times did I tell him to keep that big fucking trap of his closed when we was coming up, huh?”

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that. He never did listen to what anybody had to say. But he was like a fucking brother to me. I miss him. I miss him a lot, Sal.” Anthony declared, voice cracking.

  “I miss him, too. You and Mikey was the only brothers I’ll ever have. But there ain’t nothing we can do about it.”

  “Maybe you’re right. But as far as the Mirragios go, I really don’t want anything coming back on me. The Don’s consigliere just retired so Carmine’s probably gonna get bumped up. I’m starting to get noticed. I wanna move up. I got fucking plans for my future.”