The Big Time–Michael K Smith

The Big Time
by Michael K. Smith







I was lying on a lounge chair out by the pool when my kid sister’s sort-of-boyfriend scared the crap out of me. I mean, I was half asleep, just letting my mind drift and feeling the warm July sun bouncing off my body, when this piercing voice behind me suddenly said, “Hi, Angela — do you know where Janie is?” I nearly fell off the damn lounge, actually.

My shades clattered on the patio and I found myself twisted around with my left hand and my right foot on the ground, trying to see who it was. My heart was pounding and I knew I looked really ridiculous, which really embarrassed me. I’m eighteen and I’m starting college in the fall, so you can imagine what I felt like, letting some little 7th Grader get the drop on me like that.

“God, Jason! What do you think you’re doing?! Don’t you know better than to sneak up on a girl like that?!” He was standing there in the partly-open gate of the privacy fence and I must have sounded really mad because he got this apprehensive look and started to back-pedal out the gate.

“I’m sorry — nobody answered the door and the gate was unlatched, and I thought maybe Janie . . . Jeez, I’m sorry, okay?”

And then I felt a little guilty because Jason’s not a bad kid and he and Janie are kind of cute together. Reminds me of when I was in junior high and had *my* first real boyfriend. I mooned around just like Janie’s been doing the past couple of months. I know it’s kind of tough, being thirteen and trying to figure out how to behave with the opposite sex.

So I retrieved my sunglasses, got myself settled back on the lounge chair, and said, “No, c’mon in. I’m sorry I snapped at you, Jason. You just startled me, okay? Oh, really — *come in*, will you?” I added when I didn’t hear his footsteps. Then his trainers squeaked on the patio and the gate clicked shut behind me. “Oh, sit down,” I said and waved an arm at the other lounge.

He sat and there was a long pause before he asked again, “Um, is Janie around?” He sounded different and I turned my head and caught him staring at my legs. His gaze jerked back to my face and he got all flustered. Adolescent boys! I was careful not to laugh.

“Janie went shopping with Mom. There’re some summer sales on and they probably won’t be back till dinner time.” Then I’m afraid my devilish side got the better of me. “She really liked my new bikini; I think she was going to look for something similar in her size.” Well, *that* was a barefaced lie, but I liked the way poor little Jason gulped as he tried so hard not to be obvious. “Do you like it?” I asked, putting a sort of slutty purr in my voice and running a fingertip along the edge of the suit, about six inches south of my belly button.

I knew just what he was seeing, too: A girl of average height with nice legs and a small waist, and larger-than-average boobs. I like to wear my hair short in the summer for swimming and it bleaches out to a very pale blonde, which looks good against the caramel tan I work so hard to get. That’s also why I bought this plain white bikini with the halter top and the *extremely* brief Brazilian-style bottom. Actually, I knew what Jason was seeing because I’d spent some time practicing sexy poses in front of the full-length dressing mirror in my room.

Okay, so I have a good figure, and I’m prettier than most, and I’m vain about it. Use what you got, I say. I probably wouldn’t have passed Chemistry last year if I hadn’t worn short skirts and kept crossing my legs in Mr. Aronson’s lab all year.

“Yeah, it’s a very nice suit,” he replied huskily and swallowed again.

I studied him more closely for a moment. Jason was actually kind of cute — tall for his age with an unruly mop of light brown hair and big blue eyes. I think Janie’s description was “gorgeous.”

“Jason, you can look at me if you want to, you know. This suit was *meant* to be looked at.” Actually, it was meant to be stared at. I sighed loudly. “I’d rather sunbathe nude, but Daddy doesn’t like it.” Also not true: I avoided major tan lines by going to a tanning salon, just like all my friends. Daddy would have a red-faced fit if he ever caught me out on the patio naked. But Jason looked like he definitely wanted to believe me.




I know, I know — I should have stopped right there.

Teasing was one thing, but I should have told the kid to go home and I would let Janie know he had come by. The problem was, Bryan, my boy friend for the past year and a half, had kind of broken up with me a few days after graduation. Well — dropped me like a hot brick, actually, the bastard. He was going to a different college than me and “it wouldn’t be fair to tie *you* down,” he said — meaning he wanted to leave himself unencumbered. Being dumped because I was inconvenient was, like, traumatic and I guess I wanted to make sure I still had power over men — even ridiculously young ones.

“Jason,” I said, “I need to rub some more lotion on my legs so they don’t burn. But I’m just feeling too drowsy and relaxed to do it. Would you be a dear and rub it on for me?” He kind of goggled at me and swallowed again — hard.

“The lotion’s under my chair somewhere, I think.” Then I sighed quietly and let my eyelids droop. I made myself relax but I kept my ears open. After about twenty seconds of silence (during which I began to wonder if this boy was old enough to have a heart attack), I heard the other lounge squeak and Jason’s soft footsteps. I knew he probably couldn’t see my eyes behind the shades — not that he was going to be looking at my face — so I peeked at him from under my lashes.

The kid stood six inches from my knees, rubbing his hands together nervously. But what really got my attention was the way his khaki hiking shorts were beginning to tent out in front. My imagination started to warm up; this could definitely get interesting.

After another half a minute, Jason carefully knelt and fished the bottle of lotion out from under my chair, which brought his face much closer to my leg. I could actually feel his warm breath moving the little hairs on my thigh. Jeezus. . . .

He took a deep breath as he squeezed out a handful of lotion and then paused. “Um, how do you want me to do this, Angela. . . ?”

“Oh, just start at the ankles and work your way up. I’ll tell you when to stop.” Or maybe I wouldn’t.

He began very hesitantly and very gently, smoothing the warm cream up my shins and spreading it around my ankles. It felt very nice, actually. I used to let Bryan do this kind of stuff, but he always just splashed the lotion on like barbecue sauce and immediately stuck his hand in my crotch. I bent one knee and said, “Don’t forget the backs of my legs.” As Jason’s hand curled slowly around my calf, I raised my leg straight up in the air like a dancer. His gentle touch behind my knees made my stomach muscles flutter but I managed to keep my breathing steady. It was becoming difficult to appear nonchalant, though.

When he got to the lower part of my thighs, he slowed down. I took off the shades so he could see that I was watching and said, “Go ahead, Jason. I won’t bite.” And I gave him my best smoky smile. By the time he was halfway up my thighs, I felt his hands trembling. Knowing I had that kind of effect on a boy, knowing he’d probably never touched a girl this way before, . . . well, it was making me kind of hot. I never felt I had that kind of control with Bryan or even with the other boys I’d messed around with when I was younger.

I was wondering how far Jason would go but he disappointed me by chickening out a whole inch below the elastic on the inside of my thighs. I guess if he’d been a couple of years older, he would have stuck his fingers right up in there, but he was just too nervous.

“That felt really nice, Jason,” I purred. “You must have done this before.”

“No — no, I haven’t,” he mumbled and then blushed. I’m sure he wanted me to think he was more experienced than he was.

“Not even with my sister?” I asked, faking surprise.

“No! Of course not!” He was turning bright red now. Boy, what a target.

“You mean you and Janie have never even made out?” He wouldn’t look at me as he shook his head. “Well, you’ve *kissed* her, haven’t you, Jason?