Sissy Godiva

by Mykola Dementiuk

  But he was bent over, his breathing sounding hoarse, and he wasn’t moving.

  “Pips, you jerking-off bastard, hey, Pips!” She shook him and he fell sideways in his chair, a stream of vomit drooling from his mouth.

  “Holy shit,” she shrieked, taking a step back. “I’m getting the fuck out of here, no way do I wanna be around that!” She grabbed her clothes and shoes, pulling her halter top on over her peed leggings. I was right behind her, grabbing my clothes and getting out of the apartment.

  Chapter 15 She ran along the hall and darted down the stairs before I even had a chance to close the door behind me; she was afraid. I was afraid too, but I was afraid of Mom opening the apartment door and seeing the chaos I’d surrounded myself with. But my apartment was quiet; Mom must have fallen asleep. I bolted down the dark stairs after Sissy; she was way ahead of me. A few more floors and I heard the building door being flung open, a car honking from the street outside and the door banging shut again.

  I ran to the door, cursing and flying out of the building, trying to catch up with Sissy just as she turned the corner on 5th Street.

  “Sissy, hold on,” I shouted, panting as I ran after her. She looked back at me, then stopped and started to open a fresh pack of cigarettes—I saw she’d swiped a pack of Pips’ Newports. By the time she’d got it lit, I’d caught up to her and was trying to catch my breath. I was stooped, bracing my hands on my knees and looking up at her.

  “Why are you running,” I asked, still panting. “He’s a sick old man!”

  She sneered and flung the barely-smoked cigarette into the street.

  “Old, my ass,” she shook he head. “Are you nuts or what? He was having a heart attack, and I sure as hell don’t want to be around that.”

  We continued walking on 5th Street, past Avenue A, the seedy tenements all around us.

  “A heart attack? You really think so?”

  “Well, maybe a stroke. Same difference.”

  “A stroke? What’s a stroke?” I’d never heard that term before.

  She stopped and looked at me. “You’re kidding, right?” I didn’t reply. “No, I guess you’re not,” she started walking again. “A stroke is like a heart attack but it affects your brain. A part of your brain stops working and it leaves you like a jellyfish, all wishy-washy, really useless. That’s what happened to my uncle a year and a half ago, and he still pisses and shits in his pants like a worthless baby. Ugh, it’s absolutely gross!”

  At 5th Street we turned onto Avenue C. A few pushcarts were still around, selling plates, beat-up lamps, other housewares. We made our way to 2nd Street and Sissy stopped in front of a building. Some kids were sitting at the top of the stoop, looking down at us.

  “This is my building,” Sissy said quietly, frowning up at the kids. They were thirteen, fourteen, a few years younger than us. “I’d invite you in, but my father’s probably home. Since it’s Friday he’s probably drunk.” She sighed and looked back up at the kids. “I’ll be back down after I change, in five, ten minutes. Wait for me, we’ll do something.” She winked and ran up the stairs.

  At the top of the stairs a big boy, much older than the rest of the kids, probably eighteen or nineteen like us, was tossing a baseball from hand to hand. “Hey, you dick pussy,” he said, “ready to give me a blowjob?”

  The three or four other boys around him howled and laughed. But Sissy must have said something to him because they shut up as she flung the door open and disappeared inside. Then they started howling again.

  I turned away from them and looked down the street. The boys kept howling. Damn, I wished I was back home and away from them.

  “Hey,” I heard behind me, “I’m talking to you!”

  I turned and looked up. The big boy was standing, still tossing his ball from hand to hand.

  “Who, me?” I mumbled, wanting to run away.

  “Yeah you,” he sneered down at me. “Are you a faggot like him? Because if you are, you’d better give me a blowjob if you know what’s good for you.” The boys erupted again, then quieted, wanting to see what happened next. The older boy was tossing the ball a little harder now. It made a smacking sound each time it hit his palm.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “I just walked her home, that’s all.” He started down the stairs. I folded my arms and turned, looked down the street again. I heard his feet slapping on the steps.

  He came up right next to me, having pocketed the ball. “Hey, you wanna know something,” he said, loud enough for the boys to hear. “That’s a queer. He may look like a she but that’s really a he. Take my advice, stay away from him, if you know what’s good for you.”

  He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me a few steps away. I wanted to shrug him off, but he was really strong.

  “Hey, listen, pal,” he said quietly, glancing back at the boys. “She’s your friend? Then set me up with her, put in a good word for me, I wanna try her, too. I don’t care what she is. Man, she’s hot!” He rubbed his crotch, still holding my shoulders.

  He walked me back and forth a while, telling me again and again to put in a good word, put in a good word. He looked up when the street door opened again and Sissy came out. She was wearing pink leggings and a purple sleeveless turtleneck; her hair was piled up thick and high. I thought it was a wig, but I didn’t know for sure. And she looked charming! She sneered at me and the big boy, then at the boys on the stairs as she made her way through them. The big boy scratched his crotch again. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide, but he didn’t say anything.

  She put her arm in mine, glared at the big boy and pulled me away from her building. I went with her readily, feeling warm and very pleasant. They were still shouting and catcalling behind us. Should I tell her what he’d just asked for?

  “That’s Kid Paulie,” she said, “a big schmuck if there ever was one. He’s such a doofus. Oh, to hell with him!” I knew that schmuck meant an asshole, which he certainly was, and doofus meant pretty much the same.

  We walked on Avenue C to 10th Street where we waited for the light to change, watching a group of city buses pass by. I marveled at Sissy. She didn’t seem drunk, as she had before. We saw Blowjob Tanya weaving along the street, coming from the East River Park, further east near Avenue D. Her clothes weren’t on right. Her hot pants were riding low, just below her belly button and showing the top of her panties. Her T-shirt rode just above her nipples, showing off her big bosom and beautiful black skin. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She certainly was a looker—a blowjob princess, indeed.

  “Hey, bitch!” Sissy shouted, waving her arms. “Tonya, yoo-hoo! Wake up, you skanky slut!”

  As if coming to, Tonya stopped her slow walk and looked our way. She smiled drunkenly but staggered up to us.

  “Man, I’m wasted.” She rubbed her chin. “But I made over thirty dollars in the park, I think. Man, that’s something, no?” She fluttered her eyelashes while staring at my crotch, which was pretty hard again.

  Sissy Godiva gripped my arm tighter, showing Tonya I was hers.

  “What did you do, act like the whore you always were?” Sissy snorted at her.

  “What whore? I ain’t no whore, I didn’t even ask for it,” she shrugged. “They just gave it to me, slipped me a few bucks. What was I supposed to do, tell them ‘no, can’t take that’? Shit, I put it in my pocket.” They glared at each other a moment, then Tonya looked like she was going to pass out when Sissy lit a cigarette and blew smoke in her face.

  “Remember that old sissy, Pips?” Tonya focused again. “Well, he just dropped dead. You liked him, didn’t you? But you like everyone,” she looked at me and waved her hand dismissively. “Well, Pips is in his grave now, that for sure.” She blew more smoke at Tonya.

  Tonya looked confused, then scowled. “Pips? Pips? Oh, yeah, Pips! How the hell is he? I really miss him. I liked him but he was always jerking off. Wonder if he still does that?”

  Sissy sneered and flicked her c
igarette into the gutter. “I just told you, you want I should repeat every word? Stay alert, girl! Your old lover boy, Pips, he just dropped dead, got that?”

  Tonya looked shocked, her face going pale.

  Sissy nodded. “Dead, dead, you understand? Gone to meet Gabriel and the silver trumpet players up in heaven.” She sneered, then added, “More like down in hell, if you ask me.” She burst out laughing, then took my hand and started pulling me along. I dragged along behind her, resisting a little.

  “But how do you know?” Tonya asked, rushing after us. “Were you there, did you see him die?”

  Sissy stopped and dropped my hand, lit another cigarette. “Sure did, maybe an hour ago. He’s probably a stinking corpse in the funeral parlor by now. Try the ones on 7th Street, there’s lots of funeral homes on that block.” She winked at me. The blocks all around 7th Street were full of Ukrainian, Polish, and Slavic immigrants.

  Tonya bowed her head. She looked like she was going to cry, but then she looked up and stamped her foot. “Wait a minute, you asshole jerk, they don’t bury people that fast. What are you trying to pull on me?”

  “Oh, yes, they do,” Sissy said, looking unsure and fumbling with her cigarette.

  “Do they?” Tonya asked me, putting her hand on my arm and batting her eyelashes. I thought I was going to cum just from looking at her almost-exposed nipple. “I mean, that old man was always dying, he jerks off so much he forgets to eat, always jerking and jerking.” She turned to Sissy. “Hey, remember that place in he had in Greenwich Village last year, there was three or four sofas and guys would be on them just jerking off, doing nothing but jerking, jerking, jerking. Where do they find each other, I’d like to know? But that was his goal in life. Not to make love with someone, just to watch them jerking off. I guess that was his whole point in life, jerking off.”

  Sissy’s eyes widened and she grinned. “Yeah, I remember all these guys sitting there and jerking off, you used to go there, didn’t you? And just jerk—”

  “So what,” Tonya blushed, “you did too, that’s how I met you, jerking off, right? All those grown men watching us little boys jerking off for them. We were all doing it, what’s the big deal?”

  Sissy’s face reddened with embarrassment.

  “Hey, I got an idea,” Tonya said brightly. “How about us going up to his apartment? Bet you anything he just forgot to eat and fell asleep. Aw, man, just give him a sandwich and he’ll be a new man again, mark my words. Wanna do it?”

  I looked at Sissy, who was looking at Tonya. I shrugged. We’d be going back to my building.

  Sissy took Tonya’s elbow and they started walking, giggling and gossiping. I went after them. It was like I was being pulled forcefully back home.

  On Avenue A I interrupted them, biting my lips.

  “That’s my house we’re going to,” I said to Tonya. “I live right next door to him. He’s my neighbor.”

  They eyed each other.

  “Uh-huh,” Sissy said, winking at Tonya, “they’re like lovers.”

  “Oh, wow,” Tonya said, “very cool!”

  I shook my head. “No, we’re not lovers. Today’s the first time I was in his house.” Of course it was a lie. But I didn’t want them to think that Pips and I were close.

  Sissy looked back at me. “And today’s the first time you jerked off together, is that it?”

  I sighed. “No, that’s not it, either.” I looked around, wanting to get away.

  “Then what is? You have to clue me in.”

  They were both looking at me.

  “My mom lives in that building, too. If she sees us together, well, she’s going to be real pissed at me, you know.” I looked down, trying to stall them. My building was just a block away.

  “Oh, that’s all?” Sissy took me by the arm and pulled me up the street closer to 1st Avenue, winking at Tonya. “I knew that, we were there before. But we’ll be quiet. I promise Momma won’t hear a thing, will she Tonya?”

  Tonya made a show of zipping her lips shut and nodded as Sissy walked on. We were a few feet from the corner.

  “We’re right with you,” Sissy whispered. “Lead the way.”

  I took a deep breath and turned onto 1st Avenue. Sissy walked close the building, keeping her head down.

  “Gotta watch out for my own mommy,” she whispered. “She’s still working tonight, works late on Friday nights.”

  We got to my building and bustled through the doorway.

  “Who’s your mom?” I asked, going up the stairs. thShe shrugged. “She’s the cashier at the diner near 7 Street. She always works extra hours on weekends.” “Sophie’s your mom? Wow!” I said and felt myself blush, recalling her nice, big breasts. “Yep, my mom,” Sissy said as we crept up the stairs. In no time we were on the fourth floor. I put my finger to my lips and jerked my chin at Pips’ door. Sissy and Tonya nodded, staying quiet. Pips’ door was unlocked, of course, and we slipped in.

  “Holy shit,” Sissy exclaimed, giggling. “Getting in here was scary, that’s for sure.”

  “Uh-huh, and those dark stairs made me nervous,” Tonya agreed. She crossed her legs where she stood. “I gotta pee, and real bad, too. Where’s the bathroom?”

  “Right there,” Sissy said, pointing. “Hurry up, I gotta go, too.”

  But when Pips came out of the bedroom, Sissy Godiva peed her pink leggings.

  Chapter 16 “What the fuck!” Sissy shouted. “Man, we thought you was dead, scared the fucking shit out of me!”

  Pips staggered to a chair by the kitchen table as Tonya tore into the bathroom, the urine stain huge on her leggings.

  “Hurry up, Tonya, you slut,” she called, “I gotta go, too.” She pulled her arms out of her purple turtleneck, leaving it around her neck, and pulled her leggings off. “Ugh, pee, disgusting!” She tugged at her frilly panties, also wet. “That’s got to go, too,” she said, and tugged the panties off, standing with her cock exposed, her turtleneck hanging off her shoulders. Of course, she had those tiny breasts. I felt myself blush. But even flat-chested, she was so pretty.

  Tonya came out of the bathroom and nodded at Pips and Sissy nearly naked beside him. She said, “Great idea,” and pulled off her T-shirt, showing off her lovely big breasts and her shorts. Sissy hurried into the bathroom and I heard her soft dribble. That must have been all she had left, since she’d peed herself.

  “Hey, I’ve known this old geezer for the longest time,” Tonya said, looking Pips up and down. “Back in Greenwich Village he was always jerking off,” she shook her head. “Looks alive to me.”

  “I have to eat,” Pips grunted. He looked tired but shuffled into the kitchen. He looked in a cabinet, took out a can, opened it, and ladled Chef Boyardee spaghetti into a pot. “I haven’t eaten in a few days,” he mumbled. “Lost my nourishment.”

  “What you mean you haven’t eaten in a few days, what’s wrong with you?” Tonya said, shaking her head. “You gotta eat. No wonder they thought you was dead, they was about to bury you, too. Jesus fucking Christ!”

  Sissy came out of the bathroom and looking at Pips and Tonya. She pulled off her purple turtleneck and tossed it onto a chair. I was the only one still fully dressed, and I felt like an idiot. I began to remove my T-shirt.

  “Hey, I had a dream about this,” Tonya said, looking at me and taking my hand. “It was a room just like this and everyone was naked except this one guy, just like you. That was pretty weird,” she said. She looked far away, thinking about her dream.

  “That’s right,” Sissy nodded. “Leave your clothes on. You had a hard-on ever since Avenue C when you was talking to that big creep Paulie, my horny neighbor. What you expect from him, a blowjob? Talk to her.” She giggled and shoved me at Tonya.

  Pips had stirred his Chef Boyardee to a boil. It bubbled as he removed the pan from the stove. He carried it a few steps to the table. He set it down, stuck in a spoon and started to eat.

  “Damn, I thought you was dead,” Sissy repeated, wiping her mouth
and shaking her head. “Why didn’t you tell me you hadn’t eaten? That sure scared me, a lot.”

  “I’m sorry,” Pips said, not looking up. He was already chewing his second mouthful.

  “When did you eat last?” I asked.

  “I don’t know, last week, I think. What’s the big deal, anyway, it’s only food.” He shrugged and went back to his pot of boiled Chef Boyardee, eating mouthful after mouthful until it was empty. He dropped the spoon into the pot and it made a clattering sound. “Ah, better,” he said, pushing the pot away and looking at us. His eyes glinted and he began to jerk off right way. He leered at Tonya, who seemed to be drifting away again. I began to feel resentful. He wasn’t even looking at me, just bigboobed Tonya! How quickly he’d forgotten me! Did her big tits distract him?

  I shook my head. Dirty old man, I thought. Jerking off old geezer, that’s what he was, when I felt a hand on my crotch. Sissy was palming my erection while her mouth was latched onto Blowjob Tonya. What perverts they are! I thought when Sissy broke from Tonya and breathed out.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom, sweetie,” Sissy sighed. “Man, you’re fucking hot.” She pulled Tonya out of the kitchen. Tonya winked back at me but let Sissy drag her into the bedroom.

  I looked over at Pips. He was still jerking off, looking at me as he beat his dick uselessly.

  “Motherfucker!” I shouted, bitterly mad that I had lost Tonya. “Stinking queer whores, ugly skanks!”

  “Oh, let them be,” Pips said, shaking out his hand.

  I was about to leave, but I went into the bedroom after them. Sissy and Tonya had dropped onto the bed, their mouths at each other’s cocks, and were furiously sucking each other off.

  “Fuck!” I walked away, glaring at Pips. He was still lost in his own sexual fantasy. I slammed his door and stalked across the landing to my apartment.

  I slammed my apartment door, then winced. Damn, I’m gonna wake Mom up. But it stayed still and dark. I heard laughter from an apartment across the yard as I went to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.