The Neighbor Kids

I’m ashamed of myself but this is how it happened. Jenny and Bob were about the same age as me and lived in my neighborhood. They were on my paper route and would fight over who got to pay me when I was collecting. The were both retarded. I know that’s not a nice way of putting it but this isn’t exactly a politically correct story. I really just thought it was kind of funny the way they fought over paying me until a kid at school told me how retarded girls love to jerk guys off. Now, I know that’s the kind of generalized statement that can only be called bull-shit, but at that time it really got my wheels turning. I started wondering if Jenny had ever jerked a guy off and if she liked it. She wasn’t very good looking and kind of chubby, they both were. But she had huge tits and a big round ass. She was a little taller than me at 5’9″ and had shoulder length brown hair. I had never been with a girl and I was real curious but too scared to ask anyone out. I began to fantasize about sticking my dick in Jenny’s mouth, wondering exactly what her tits looked like. And her pussy, I spent a lot of time wondering about her pussy and if she would like getting fucked. I didn’t tell anyone what I was thinking because I was sure it was wrong.
I was 15 at the time, so I guess Jenny must have been the same and I think Bob would have been about 14. One day Bob showed up at my house asking if I wanted to play. I started to laugh but thought better of it. We went out in my back yard and sat under a tree. Bob wanted to tell me about some Men at Work record he had and he would occassionally belt out a few lyrics at the top of his lungs. I asked Bob if Jenny had any boyfriends and he said no. “Well, does she like boys?” I asked. Bob said he thought so but didn’t know for sure. “What about me?” I asked him, “do you think she likes me?” Again, Bob said he wasn’t sure but with a sudden flash of inspiration, he told me he could ask her for me. I eagerly agreed that that would be a good idea, but that he would have to be secretive about it. “Okay!” he shouted and ran off. I just sat there stunned. I had assumed he meant later but already he was off to check. Oh well, I was pretty anxious, I could hardly complain about timely service. About 15 minutes later, Bob showed up out of breath with snot running out of his nose. “She likes you, She likes you!” This was wonderful news, but I realized that I was no closer to getting anywhere than I had been before. I sat for a few minutes listening to Bob’s off key version of Land Down Under, trying to think of what to do next. As I pondered absently I became aware that someone was lurking on the other side of the fence. Oh, just what I need, I thought; someone seeing me hanging out with the retarded kid. I was about to tell Bob to go home when I realized it was Jenny spying on us. “Hey, lets go into the garage” I told Bob “I’ve got something to show you.” Bob raced me to the garage and beat me twice as I walked to the back door.