Sleepless In NY, Part One

I live in Apartment 2B #### 109th ST, NY., NY. It is the end of June. I am 13 almost 14. My sister is 16 going on 17. She has the being a girl shit figured out pretty much. 

I am feeling that tingle in my pelvis.

It is on Wednesday, two periods before the end of the school year. More than enough time to masturbate. I go to the girl’s room, pee and check the toilet paper. There is not the slight tinge of pink I was expecting as my sister and mom and I are pretty much synchronized. Oh well. I roll the panties up stuff them in my slot and give myself a super wedgie. 

Listen as Sister Mary is droning on endlessly about the wonders of Mesopotamia.

See the subtle rocking of my ass as I sit far forward in my seat.

Feel the labia dragging the hood of my clit back and forth. Getting better, but now I must change classes. Damn, the feeling is lost.

Listen as Sister Dominica is telling us to have a safe and happy summer. I dread the absolute boredom, save for two weeks at the beach out on Long Island.

Hear the roar and high-pitched scream as the subway car blasts into the station.  

Feel the blast of hot air.

See the newspaper swirl in the track pit.

Yeah, a seat.

See the asian woman in the schoolgirl outfit smile at me. Too much makeup. Probably a prostitute doing an outcall. Don’t smile back.

Watch as I climb the stairs between the Ernie’s bakery and the Green Dragon Chinese restaurant. I take the huge key on a cord from around my neck, being careful of my gold Crucifix. I’m in.

Listen as the heavy bolt is thrown. I am safe and must complete several tasks. Open all windows. Look at dinner instructions left by Mother. ‘Order a pie for delivery at six. Dads’ usual with extra Anchovies.’

If I am lucky, Ronnie will deliver it. I like Ronnie. He is growing a black mustache on his upper lip. He always smiles at me.

Count the 38 minutes I have left of total privacy until Robin gets home. Time to play. Mom bought us some new tampons last month. Playtex with plastic applicators. 

Watch as I pee, wipe, and then spread my labia with my right fingers. I insert the tampon with my left hand until my fingers touch my body. I pulled it back out and reinserted it several times. It feels very good, and it is slick now. Let’s take this to the bedroom. Naked. I lay down. Robin made wet squishy sounds last night. She thought I was asleep. I watched as she raised her knees under the sheet and spread them to the side. Her breathing told me what she was doing.

Listen as she made a low moan and exclaimed, ‘Yes.’ Under her breath. Her hairbrush, the one she got on her sixteenth birthday, was in bed with us this morning. I will try it when I have more time. For now, I will enjoy the solitude. The plastic applicator pinches my puss if I aim it wrong. I want to try something bigger soon. Very soon, but now I will leave this in.

Listen as the grandfather clock strikes Four. She Is home. I advise her of the pizza order. No cooking tonight.

Feel the oppressive heat. The bricks have soaked up the sun all day. There is no cooling off here. I dressed as scantily as possible and decided to go to the roof. I passed 3B. All is quiet now. Young couple with a screaming kid. They are either fighting or fucking, sometimes both. My father works second shift as a Stevedore and can’t stand them. My mother said they are here to teach tolerance.

See that someone left the bulkhead door open.

Feel the rush of hot air as it escapes.

Feel that there is no relief. I am sweating already. There is not a breath of air. Feel the burn as I stupidly sit on Dad’s weight bench. My thighs are singed. The bar and rusted weights radiate heat. Dad and his buddies come up here with a cooler of beer and workout in the spring and fall. Women are forbidden. There is gambling on weights and sports teams, which my 275 lbs. father almost always won. It usually broke up at 4 in the morning. I wandered back downstairs. 3B’s door is wide open.

I look in and see her sitting there, naked from the waist up, with the baby latched on to her breast. 

See us exchanging smiles after I startled her. My nipples tingle.

See Robin watching a stupid game show on TV in her bra and panties.   I counted the days until we were all going to be women together and decided not to tell her that her period was imminent. I love the feeling. I sit on the plastic-covered kitchen set. That is until the plastic sticks to my burned thighs.

Listen as I yelp in pain. I retreat to the bathroom. A shower would help but the landlord hasn’t fixed it yet. The shower curtain track fell out of the ceiling. Dad told him three times and that he would wake up dead if it wasn’t fixed by the first of July. There is a knock on the door.

Smell the pizza as Ronnie brings the huge box inside the door. Robin shamelessly gives him a show. See his eyes damn near pop out of their sockets.

Hear him stammer his greeting to us. He is cute, I want to kiss him. 

See his eyes darting around drinking in our bodies. Robin takes the pie and exaggeratedly shakes her ass on the way to the kitchen. He was saying that it was nice to see me again as Robin said, “That will be all Ronnie, put the pie, and your standard tip on our tab as always.” 

Hear her tell me he is a Twerp.

See me pick up a slice of the pie, poke the Anchovies off onto another piece and fold it in half. Robin put a tee shirt on but took her bra off. Her dark red areolas visible through the worn-out shirt. Mine are pink and tender. I love to touch them. They excite me so.

See Mom come in. She is wearing her long grey maid’s outfit with the white lace collar. It is now 7:00, so she must have caught the subway just right. She has worked for the same family that live high above Times Square for ten years now. They treat her well. Mom gets into a pink nylon dressing gown that hides nothing. Her body is so slim, our relatives are afraid that she is anemic.

 She washes her uniform and underclothes in the kitchen sink, hangs them on the fire escape to dry. Before bed she will iron it and starch it.

See her eat a slice while going through the mail. 

See the steam rise and listen to the hiss as she presses it while damp.

At eleven, Dad comes in, goes straight to the bathroom and takes a sponge bath. He comes out in his armless tee shirt and blue boxers.    

See Robin relinquish the TV as Dad comes in. A little news, weather, sports.

All while eating two slices with a beer in a frosted mug, set down beside him by mother. Listen to him cuss a string of profanities when they announce that the Yankees lost 11 to 1 to the Red Sox at Yankee Stadium. Then it is turned off. 

Dad examines the calendar. A few words whispered in Mother’s ear. She shakes her head in the negative. I know what that means.

I realize that Robin has one more day of school. I am already getting excited just thinking about it.

Listen to Dad announce that it is bedtime. We go to our bedroom and strip. I don’t even want the sheet, neither does Robin. We discussed our upcoming trip to the beach. She talks about Mitch a lot. I think she wants to let him fuck her. I wish she would shut up. I want to listen. 

I hear Mother busy herself in the bathroom. That is when I am certain I knew what was going to happen. Thankfully Robin got quiet. We made sure that there was no bodily contact that night. 

I watch the digits flick on the clock. There is a ten-minute silence. Then there is some soft talking and louder kissing sounds. 

Listen as the bedsprings announce their repositioning. A soft moan from Mother, then the slow pace of what I can only picture in my mind. My father is up inside my mother with her legs spread wide, covering her little body completely. My finger lightly traces my slit up and down as the pace picks up over the next ten minutes until it ceases abruptly. I did not have to see it, but I am sure that Robin was doing the same thing to herself as I was.

Listen as the baby from 3B starts whimpering louder and louder, it turns into a cry. Hear my father swear. 

Hear the three cop cars scream by with sirens blasting.

The vent from the Green Dragon that passes our window is shut off. The loose bolts on the brace stop their incessant squeaking. I tap lightly on my clit to the beat of the grandfather clock.

One bong, still no sleep for me. I think Robin is asleep. Several times a cool breeze comes in the window. I am tempted to get up and stand naked in the window. My thighs are on fire.

Hear the last few drunk patrons leaving the restaurant, bidding loud raucous farewell to one another.

Listen to the silence for 5 minutes until 3B male climbs the squeaky stairs and slams the ill-fitting door. Loud conversation. This probably will escalate. He wants sex, she doesn’t. Please don’t wake the baby. Twenty minutes later their headboard is slamming against the wall. 

 Two bongs, I feel sleepy. Then the trash truck slams the dumpsters around behind the building. Count them, one, two, three and listen to him roar away to the next block and repeat the process.

Lisen to Robin talking in her sleep… ‘Oh yes Mitch, I want to go all the way with you. Yes, it is true. I am serious. Tonight, on the dunes…’ 

I know the mechanics of sex. I can and do masturbate and like the feeling. Sex is all around me. I have never seen it and only have a vague idea what a hard cock looks like, but I know that the vagina is flexible and can accommodate anything from a tampon to a baby. I want to try something today while I am alone. I am moist, but it’s sweat. I play with my tampon string, tugging it a bit and squeezing my puss at the same time to hold it in. It feels good. 

Dad is working a double shift to save up for our beach trip, Mom is headed to her job, Robin is off to school. I am alone.

There is Mother’s diaphragm, drying on the corner of the sink. I touch the velvety smooth latex dome. I sniff the latex. It is a new and wonderful smell. Makes me wet to think of where it has been and why she used it. Her white douche bulb with the curved black rubber nozzle is next to it. The crumpled tube of contraceptive jelly is nearly empty in the wastebasket. I take the cap off and feel it. It is very slippery and slightly perfumed. 

I must decide now. I take the unneeded tampon out. I will decide soon. I have all day.

I start to dress and go to the bakery for breakfast when I spy Robin’s hairbrush. I stop with my panties. The plastic handle with the tapered knob on the end is even bigger than the douche nozzle I am thinking about. I know how Robin uses it. We sleep together.

I pick it up. It weighs a lot, my heart races. I trace my slit through my panties with the tapered end. My nipples harden instantly. I like that and flick them with the cool plastic handle. That feels good so I do it harder still.

The apartment is at its coolest, the city is alive, and I am locked in and alone, my heart makes a thumping in my chest. I roll my panties over my hips, never releasing the object in my hand, and they fall to the floor. I see the wet spot in the crotch and step out of them. I sit on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. I run the handle up and down and it is spreading something slippery. It is encouraging me. OH SHIT, I just hit my clit. I suck in a deep breath and moan a bit as I exhale. I push at the entrance of my womanhood, but the angle is wrong. I dive into the middle of the bed. My legs automatically fly into the right position, knees wide apart, the soles of my feet together.

I push, it hurts.  Try again. Am I making any progress? I rub my clit again and again. Am I brave enough to try again? I push again and because the pain is severe, I have to stop. I raise my hand to cover my tearing eyes. I smell the perfume of the jelly. 

I drop the brush and race to the bathroom, take it slow girl, take it slow. You have all day. Before I know it, I am lubricating the douche nozzle with a bit of jelly. I sit on the toilet, lean back, and with only a bit of work and pushing, the tip slides inside me.

Surprised and encouraged, I withdrew it. I looked at it and I put it in three more times. It got easier and easier. I went a little deeper each time. 

Energized by my actions I washed it quickly and put it back on the sink. I took the tube of jelly to bed. This was proof that I was a woman. 

I squeezed everything I could out of the tube, even rolling it up as tightly as I could. I obtained a nice blob and put most of it on my sex. With the rest, I coated the brush. I took a few deep breaths and said out loud, “Remember girl it was just a year ago that you had difficulty putting a Tampax Junior in… now you are using a woman-size tampon.”

The jelly is liquefying due to my heat. I aim…I push… I release but quickly push against the resistance…there is a pop…more felt than heard. A sharp bite of pain. A gasp…

My breath is ragged, but I still hold the object. It is in, and effortlessly and slowly sinking to my depth. I am a woman… 

Resting for several minutes, I withdraw the object of my desire. There is blood on it mixed with the jelly. I clean everything up and insert a tampon. 

I whisper in Mom’s ear that night that I think I started my period a few days early…She assured me that it happened from time to time as a young lady.

That night Robin held the tube of jelly up and said, “How the fuck…Why the fuck…”

Want to hear about what Robin did on our beach trip ???