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Frankie Salvatore-A love scene! Chapter from a work in progress The Fishing Club.
Frank pushed hard into Connie, she groaned in pleasure lifting
off the bed pushing against up against him drawing him deeper into herself, she
was tight around him very tight. Her legs gripped his sides moving in motion
with him she moaned in a little girlie voice. She savagely kissed him with an
open mouth as he pushed in again, her tongue thrust deep probing and searching,
he had never felt such pleasure. She groaned in a hoarse throaty twang ‘don’t
stop, ohhhhh don’t stop, its soo nice, so nice!’
He must not come, he must impress her, he had been trying
to get Connie to come out with him for
six months, to have her in the sack like this was heaven, he had given up a
fishing trip for this. He had to make it worth it! Connie was only little but
God she was cute, mousy blond hair, dimples, green eyes nice set of jugs and a tight
little bum. She worked in the Kingston IGA he had spotted her months ago when
he went to buy morning tea for his boss Charlie.
Charlie was a big man with an appetite to match no matter
where they were working in Kingston he would have to go to IGA because he liked
the apple pies with cream they sold. Frankie didn’t mind it was a break from
the plumbing routine of digging ditches and climbing under buildings besides it
was what apprentices did.
At first she had ignored him he used to dress in dirty
overalls and danger vest most of the time with a dirty canary yellow beanie. He
knew he was not the most handsome bloke around but hey in the last couple of
years he had filled out and was 182 cm in his socks. Working for Charlie was
hard but it made a bloke strong and lean. He would say ‘G’Day’ and smile at her
but her eyes would not connect she would look down and checkout the pies and
big M chocolate milks and always ask in her IGA monotone voice;
‘Any Money with that?’ She never looked at him.
He would try not to look at her breasts swelling and
lifting against the frilly bras behind the thin translucent white shirt that was standard IGA
issue as he looked down at her. His eyes were drawn to them like iron filings
to a magnet.
He would answer ‘no thanks’ trying to use his deep
masculine voice, pushing out his chest and standing tall.
This went on for a while, he did not know what to do. He
started to wash his overalls extra, until his mother said ‘Aren’t I doing a
good enough job?’
He cleaned his boots and bought a comb to do his hair
before he went in to IGA and he tried to shave every morning, he nicked some of
his dads’ after shave and splashed it on. But nothing seemed to work. He had
even bought a new orange work safe beanie! Nothin bloody nothin worked!
Down in a septic ditch one day cleaning it out with
shovels Charlie said.
‘You’re not turning into a bloody poofter on me are ya?
Ya smell like a bloody used car salesmen.’ I fuckin know you wogs like to smell like a
bloody rose bush but hey we’re in the sticks diggin shit holes. Frankie
blushed.
Charlie’s look cut through him like a laser. He wiped a
big dirty hand across his grimy face the stubble on his chin picking up little
modules of pug that submerged lips red, full and tinged with mischief. He laughed and a sound came up from his big
belly and erupted out of his mouth in Versuvian proportions.
‘Ya bloody gotta a sheila on the go, haven’t ya?’ He
laughed again this time stopping and leaning against his shovel the blade
cutting deeply into the clay.
‘Well ya little bastard!’ He looked around at the half
finished house and the mounds of grey pug and soil, the bare wounded paddocks
stretched around the allotment.
‘Well ya won’t find any pussy out here.’ He started shoveling again vigorously
spitting a glob of phlegm into the mound.
Jamie felt himself heating up a thin trickle of sweat ran
down the back of his back. He kept on shoveling trying to move away from his
bosses work space, uncharacteristically Charlie followed him.
‘Ya know when I was your age work-in for old man Kenny
McGuire I was trying to impress Faye McGlaushin I did the same thing. I fuckin
cleaned my boots and even shaved and used that spray on deodorant stuff. I
would parade past her like a fuckin peacock in spring. She fuckin ignored me.
Until one fucking day ya know what turned her fucking head.’
James shook his head. They were both leaning on their
shovels now.
‘I parked it outsides old Ma Pearson’s shop where she
worked, me and Jimmy McGrath just hung around and pretended to ignore her and
then we did a couple of blockies and hung out on High Street. Well fuckin hell
the next thing you know she comes strolling up with her mate Jennifer Hill and
me and Jimmy are set. That fuckin VG was a rockin and rolling for the next
fuckin six months and it was nothing to do with the fuckin engine if ya get my
drift. God she was a great root, I wonder what the fuck happened to her. I lost
touch when I joined the fuckin Army another one of Jimmies ideas, poor bastard,
I hate them Arab bastards.’ His eyes glassed over and the big man grasped the
shovel tightly.
Frankie nodded in agreement best to let Charlie meander
when he was in one of these moods. Any mention of the Army, or Jimmy would turn
him melancholy and he would start talking gibberish about old mates and ‘the
bloody fucking Army’.
Charlie looked at him intently again and with a serious
voice that sounded like a bloody high
school teacher muttered “the secret is boy, women are only interested in three
fuckin things; the size of your wallet, the size of your car, and the size of
your bloody fuckin dick in that order. Take it from me boy if you want to
impress this girl who ever she is show her that you have the first two the last
little bit will take care of itself.’ He
guffawed and started digging again.
Frankie leaned on his shovel, he did not own a car, although
he had P’s he did not have that much money, he gave his Mama a hundred a week
for board and put a hundred or so away. But apprentices’ wages were not that
good. As for his dick well it seemed comparable with his mates when they were
in the change room at the footy, but then again maybe it was small, maybe she
could tell, maybe he didn’t fill out his overalls enough…maybe…
‘Hey you gonna stand there all day dreaming about stickin
it in that sheila or ya gonna bloody do some fuckin work, the bloody rate I’m
payin you ya should of have the fuckin thing dug fuckin two hours ago! Get on
with it!’
Charlie was a stickler for cleaning his tools and
arranging them in order and in their proper place. He often cursed ‘Ya in the
fuckin Army for five fuckin minutes and ya like this for the rest of your
fuckin life, obsessive it is obsessive but then a good tradesman is a fuckin
clean tradesman, it’s your fuckin job to
make sure all our tools are fuckin right.’ So the routine was that at the end
of the day Charlie made his phone calls and Frankie cleaned up, stacking the
tools in Charlie’s Holden Ute and tradie trailer. Every Friday he pressure
cleaned the ute and trailer before they left the site or cleaned it at Charlie’s
place. He liked cleaning it at Charlie’s place because Charlie’s wife Lee would
bring him out lemonade and homemade biscuits.
Charlie would roar ‘don’t spoil the boy Lee for Christ
sake it’s hard enough getting him to work as it is without you going spoilin
the kid.’ But his face would be split in a wide grin as he said it.
And Lee would whisper in her tiny Vietnamese voice, ‘Frankie
he a good boy he working hard for you he need something for to keep up his
strength.’ Then she would giggle her little girlie laugh and Charlie would sigh
and shake his head. It was always the same routine, Charlie was lucky, Lee was
beautiful and so nice, how and the hell he never crushed her when they were
making love amazed him but they seemed happy enough.
Frank had had sex once and only once, did it count? Brigid Thurgood was the school bike and it was
behind the shelter shed after school at Holy Trinity College. He had to wait
for Timmy to have his go before it was his turn. Brigid had said Timmy first
and you second. It had cost him a month’s assignment writing and was over in
five minutes.
That night Charlie
pulled him aside. Frankie thought what have I missed, the tools and gear were
all stowed and clean.
‘We need another Ute and fuckin Trailer for work, it’s
gettin busy and you will be a trady in a year or so, if ya pull ya finger out.
Bill Smyth is selling his VE ute, black couple of years old the whole rig is
good value. I don’t like that bastard but he keeps his gear in good order. If
ya like I can make him an offer and ya can have it for work, pay me off out of ya wages and buy
the time ya a decent tradie it will be yours.’
They had shaken on it and as he thought the rest was
history.
He penetrated deeply into her again and she whimpered ‘so
good, so bloody good’ Frankie was taken aback that was the first time he had
heard her swear.
He heard himself whisper in her ear ‘I’ll’ love you until
the moon does not shine’ then he wet the inside of her ear with his tongue. She
shuddered and closed her eyes, breathing heavily her legs grasped him
tighter her nails dug into his back and
he felt the swell of her tits against him, the nipples were like hard little
olives rubbing against his skin.
A few weeks later the deal had been done and Frankie was
the owner of a brand new two year old Ute. He and Timmy hung around the Shire
Hall killing time on a late Friday evening. Frankie knew that Connie walked
home that way, her home was in Miles Crescent a few blocks away she shared it
with her mother. He was disappointed she looked right through him as she walked
past not even acknowledging his existence. He watched her little bum shaped
like a mandolin meander away from him down the street, the sway of her hips was
so beautiful her bag swinging in the way that only women seemed to be able to
do. Oh well he thought that was it ‘let’s go and have a beer Tim.’
The next Monday he was in IGA as per normal one cream
apple pie for Charlie and a meat pie for him and two Big M’s. He didn’t even
look at her, but was looking at Greta Gerwig adorning some video cover in the
video section adjacent. God she was hot.
‘Frank you should eat something better for morning tea,
this stuff you eat is revolting.’
Frankie looked around the voice had sounded little and
girlish he was the only one at the checkout! He looked down at the check-out
chick she was smiling at him!
‘You should eat something wholesome like a whole grain bun
with salad and tomatoes.’
She was speaking to him, she was speaking to him! Connie
was speaking to him! She had a voice like an angel, so sweet light and
beautiful it penetrated into his head like a hot knife goes through butter.
He stuttered ‘Yes, yes right, I will change my pie can
you hold on?’
‘Yes, Yes of course I will hold the other things for you
but you should be having juice not chocolate milk.’
‘Right, Right I will change that too’, Frankie grabbed
the offending items and raced back to the Deli and the juice bar.
Well from then on they had talked every time and a couple
of weeks later Frankie got up the courage to ask her if she would like to have
a milkshake with him at The Coffee Pot. She had agreed though she had Chai tea.
And here they were in her cousin’s place shagging till
the sun didn’t shine. Her Aunty wasn’t home for the weekend and Connie had a
key. It had been her suggestion to go there and hang out. It was her suggestion
to order in pizza and her suggestive hands and kisses that had led them into
the spare bedroom.
He synchronized into her again their bodies were like a
machine working in unison. Don’t come, don’t come I must think of something I’m
gonna explode like a bloody firecracker. Fishing he was supposed to be fishing,
remember when he had that big trout on he had fought it for nearly an hour on
light gear only 2 kg line, he fought that fight again. All the time their
bodies moved against each other and for each other. Frankie landed that fish
again and again, until she cried out again and again. A great shudder from her
body shook his and he exploded into her and the fish leapt into the air its gills
and sides red and pink against the blood red sun. He subsided onto his side cupping her in his
arms as she sighed into his ear.
‘I love you Frank Salvatore, I love you’ and she swung
her leg over his and hugged him tightly.
‘I love you to Angel, always will’ and the big fish swam
away into the shallows of another time another day...
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