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Sunday, April 3, 2011

12.(18-20) More Dan & Ali/TV in 1942/Lesbian Loving

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18: More Dan and Ali
Weekday, Ali is at classes. At break, she walks the 15 minutes back to the apartment, spends time with Dan, and then returns for lectures. Weekend, she researches, doing overnights in the nearby forest.
   Ali and Dan are a developing duo: From each according to abilities; to each according to needs tempered by good sense and absence of greed. Dan pays the bills because at age 83 and with surplus in bank he has little need to save and so finds it easy to spend but wants to do it well. Ali supplies Dan with bedroom psrtner. Also Ali does the cooking & cleaning because Dan is past the age where he should be called upon for those chores.  
   At Dan's bedtime Ali tucks him in and gives him whatever he desires. But once he sleeps she quietly sits up, slips from the bed and tiptoes out.
   Ali and Dan prefer some alone-time. And with the apartments 1A-2A connected by the dumbwaiter it is easy for Ali to go up and down, and spend time alone in 1A.

A wisdom Ali got from her Uncle Guy is that when you sleep you are effectively dead, so she tries to sleep only when she is sleepy or when she is totally bored. But she prefers sleep to unhealthy eating or other not good activity.
   After putting Dan to sleep, her evening starts with injecting morphine into her front thigh on the sofa. Then, after the morphine repose she makes and drinks a cup of black coffee. Then she does house chores, reading and writing and, at midnight, sets out on her nighttime cook-&-sleep-out in the forest. More of that, later.

19: Dere’s Sumpin’ About a Soljer
Another day, Ali visits Brenda for the evening. Brenda's folks are on vacation, so the 2 have the house to themselves. After cooking a spaghetti dinner which the girls enjoy with deep red sour Bordeaux wine from Brenda's dad's cabinet, they sit on a sofa, drinking Lipton's tea from ormolu inlayed cups and snacking little macaroons from a low-table while looking at a 1939 World's Fair Model Emerson black & white television 24- by 18-inch (61 by 45 cm) screen. The TV is switched on to the only area station, and, its being 8 PM, the popular Henry Morgan Variety Show is starting, and the first vaudeville act takes center stage.
    And what a view! A woman — not old, not young—-with a short-cut blonde Mae West dog face. 
                                                    
Her actual size cannot be determined from the TV but because of the camera angle she hugely fills the screen - big in a rounded way without being fat. And she is standing face forward dressed in military uniform of pants and Sam Browne officer belt over her bulgy chest and a black military hat. An army rifle is over her right shoulder, and she is making marching motions without getting anywhere just facing screen and singing to a stirring John Philip Souza march. In her New York City street accent it goes like this
  “Oh, dere is sumpin’ about a soljer
   Sumpin’ about a soljer
  Sumpin’ about a soljer dat is fine, fine, fine
  He may be a great big Gen'ral, he may be sergean’ major
  He may be a li'lle private of da line, line, line

  But dere is sumpin’ about 'is bearin’
  Sumpin’ to whut 'ee's wearin’
  Sumpin to how he does it that is thrillin’ an' fine.

  Oh, a military chest seems to soot da ladies best
  Dere's sumpin about dis soljer and he's mine, all mine.”

And she turns a smart about face and marches away from the camera and as she shows her rear it is seen that someone had cut out the rear part of her military trousers giving a striking view of pink panties covering two large buttocks.
(To hear and see the song very well done, click the below and then return to read)

Betty Boop - There's Something about a Soldier ... - YouTube

Audience applause follows and, on the sofa, Brenda turns to Ali and asks “Ain't you ever seen Henry Morgan, Ali?”
   “No, Bren, I know he's supposed to be real funny but he don't play Tokyo.”
   “Oh Ali! He's a scream, jes watch!”

A serious looking age 30's man in double-breasted brown suit with conservative tie, wiry brown hair and no mustache strolls out to center stage at first not seeming to notice he's on camera. Then he turns, faces camera, suddenly gives a lips smile of recognition and in a mildly world-weary, slightly sarcastic tone says “Good evening, anybody, here's Morgan.”
   He reaches his right hand into pocket and comes out with a set of postcards. Reading from the top, he says. “First, a poem called “The Garters.” He reads:
  “I bought my girl some garters from the local five and ten
  She gave them to her mother, that's the last I’ll see of them.”
He frowns, puzzled and throws the card away. He reads off the next card “Put fifty cents on number 4 in the 3rd race…” and suddenly stops with an embarrassed expression letting the card drop. He reads the next “Greetings …” and, seeming in shock, flings it away.
   Brenda explains to Ali, “It's a your-in-the-Army-now draft notice from da President.”
   He reads the next “I hate you, you two-timer …” and stops short tearing it in several pieces. Next he reaches in his other pocket and pulls out a piece of paper.  
   He explains “Another poem – It is called Algy.” He reads:
  “Algy saw the bear
  The bear saw Algy
  The bear was bulgy
  The bulge was Algy."
Music suddenly starts, cuing the audience. Immediately, the clapping applause is heard. Morgan nods appreciation and explains.
   “OK, ladies and gentlemen, now, much as I hate it, I have to do a commercial. After all, the sponsor pays the bill. Tonight's commercial is for Lanvin; you know, the French perfume. It's their new product Arpege that's supposed to get a guy every girl's everything, everywhere.
   “You fellows out there, catch this Lanvin slogan ‘Promise her anything, but give her Arpege.’ Now you guys, imagine your situation: You meet this knockout – built like a …”  Morgan makes motions with his hands to give an idea about the wonders of the female body. “She seems to be falling for you but she is real class and you know she wants the best. So you promise a trip to Paris, a fur coat, a Cadillac with chauffeur. She is wowed but, after all, promises are promises, and she expects, perhaps, at least token delivery on one of them.  But, when you see her next, what do you bring her? A two-bit pint bottle of Arpege by Lanvin?”
   Morgan stops his delivery suddenly and as his image rapidly fades, he says   
   “Goo’bye, anyone, we just got cancelled. This was Morgan.”

Brenda claps her hands “Dat Morgan is da cat's meow, ain't he?”
   “Very droll,” Ali comments.

20: A Little Les Be Frens Night Music
Ali helps Brenda collect the plates & silverware and cups & saucers from table and they wash and dry at kitchen sink. “Gee, Ali, you make me feel so good I wanna knock on wood dat we met at dat party. Did ya thinka me much after ya went back?”
   “Sure, Bren, we are simpatico. You're a gentle girl, not quite a Sis,” Ali says, standing besides Brenda as they wipe the plates dry. She turns her face and kisses Brenda on lips without touching any place else.
   “Oh gee, Ali, I never fuhgot the kiss in the dark and the spark yah lit wit your hands. Ali? Could it be wrong to feel like dat?”
   “No Bren, it's beautiful – you, me, forever more. It's like a musical score.”
   “I love ya, Ali. You're jes so diff from anyone I know. I'm not lez. But what you do to me is sumpin else.”
   “Sumpin like the soldier did to the big gal on the TV screen. Is that it?”
   “Yeah, sumpin about you is fine, fine, fine.” Brenda puts down the plate she is wiping and suddenly turns to Ali and embraces her powerfully pushing her back towards the living room and they stumble together onto the sofa. Ali feels overpowered and aroused by this 16-year-old totally turned-on girl. Brenda pulls Ali's dress up and and over and flings it to floor and pushes her back onto sofa, dragging the panties off her ankles. No words pass but now Brenda is kissing Ali in a frenzy and has got on top and she quickly pulls off her pajamas and, dropping down again atop Ali, presses front to front, her nipples right on Ali's, her pubic hair mound of Venus rubbing hard over Ali's, while Ali opens her thighs as though Brenda were a man. Now, Brenda responds by making motions on Ali in a way that gives mutual clitoral stimulation while at the same time sucking first one of Ali's breast nipples and then the other.
   Ali comes to her climax hard and breathlessly. “Oh, Brenda, baby, you are too much. Do me, do me, do me! I love you. I never had a woman lover even though you think I'm so sophisticated.  Honey child!  Let me kiss you down below, let me lick you till you come like I just came.”
   But Brenda has not yet done with Ali. She covers her and continues to rub clit to clit. “Honey! Hon! Oh, ooh, aah! I wanna love ya like a man loves a woman. We gotta get one a doze rubber cocks. I can wear it and go into ya. Oh Ali, I love yah madly. I never wanna stop this.”

That night they sleep together in Brenda's parents master bed and do it again 5 times.
   But Ali loves Brenda too much to leave her lesbian. A plan she calls Educate Brenda is forming.   For next, click 12.(21-22) Bronx Wilderness with Pizza and Spaghet...


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