PIT # 16: Baby Sitting
Points In Time
Topanga Canyon, California
Saturday, May 17, 1986
1:49 p.m.
“You know, Evie, that your cousin Ina didn’t have a very good reputation.”
“ ‘A very good reputation’! My cousin Ina fucked every guy she knew.”
Looking at Morgan, who grunted and nodded his head…
“Except me.”
“That’s not the way she tells it!”
“Okay, Evie…” sighing “...I’ll tell you what ‘really’ happened that night and you can tell your cousin and she can tell the whole world that Mitchell Lipensky is not a pervert… Really, ‘really’ dumb, but not a pervert.”
8/18/50: Union Pier
Pulling the raft ashore, the boys were sitting near water’s edge with their backs resting against the warm, rubberized canvas.
“Come on, Norm...” Mitchell argued “...he ain’t all that bad.”
“Jesus, you really are hard-up. You know what this is, don’t you? It’s a, uh, what’ch’a’ma’call…” thinking “...compulsion.”
“Okay. Sure. Call it whatever you want, but don’t it bother you?”
“That I ain’t been laid? Sure it does, you know it does. But whenever I do, it sure as hell ain’t gonna be with a broad like Ina Dorfman.”
Two girls walking the shoreline approached from the north.
As the girls came closer, as though on cue, the boys stopped talking and, as boys do, appraised them.
One girl, the blonde, was short and dumpy and beyond all consideration. The other. A familiar, deeply-tanned, pretty brunette, was tall and skinny, and if not for her knobby knees, would have no shape at all.
Valuating both girls negatively, Norman and Mitchell waited
for the girls to pass before continuing their conversation regarding the fucking of one Ina Dorfman.
As they passed, the dark girl looked at the boys over her shoulder – took a few more steps then, stopping and turning back, “Mitchie, Normie, hi!” She said to both boys, but standing directly before him, was obviously speaking to Mitchell only.
Taking a moment to remember the girl’s name, Mitchell recognized her as that young kid from last summer. And even if she was pretty, skinny as she was, she most certainly was not his type.
Besides, if she was too young for him last summer she was also too young for him this summer– especially now that he was a ‘Korean War vet’. Besides, at the moment he had more important things on his mind so…
“Yeah. Hi.” Mitchell said, rudely bringing his attention back to Norman who, remembering the girl, but not her name, “Hi,” nodded his head at her.
5/17/86: Topanga Canyon; 1:54 p.m.
“See…” Marsha said “...you ‘really’ were rude to me, you big jerk!”
“ ‘Yeah’, ‘yeah’! So I’ve apologized, already.”
Pretending to pout. “So, go ahead, already.”
8/18/50: Union Pier
Looking as though she wanted to say something. But very well recognizing the signs of dismissal. Frowning. “ ‘Drop dead, you big jerk’!” And with an angry toss of her stubby ponytail, turning away Marsha Goldman continued the walk with her friend Shelly.”
“She’s that girl from last summer, isn’t she?”
Watching their wide and narrow backsides. “Yeah.”
“So, you gonna do it?”
Still watching the thinner of the two backsides. Sensing a sudden, soft pang of loneliness in the pit of his stomach, taking a moment for him to fathom Norman’s question…
“Yeah...” instantly forgetting the girl “...I’m babysitting at Doc Liebman’s tonight, and if Ina’s where she usually is, I’m going to ask if she’d like to keep me company.”
“The Liebmans won’t mind you having a girl there?”
Rationalizing. “You’ve been there with me.”
“Yeah, Mitch, but I’m a guy. Besides, you didn’t tell them that I’d be keeping you company for a while and if they find out, you really think they won’t mind you having a girl there when you babysit?”
“Nah...” stretching the truth a bit “...I’ve asked if this time they mind if I have a friend keep me company, and they said so long as I listen for and pay attention to Jerry they don’t care.”
5/17/86: Topanga Canyon; 1:58 p.m.
“Wait…” Evie interrupted “...you said that was the first time you and Norman had ever mentioned Ina. So how could you have planned this far ahead?”
“I never asked if I could bring ‘anyone’ over.”
8/18/50: Union Pier
Mitchell never asked, though, if the friend could be a girl, or actually if he couls have 'anyone' keep him company.
Applying months earlier, the Lipensky's and Parmenter’s were able to rent the same cottages they’d had the year before.
Norman and Mitchell having their accumulated weekly and training camp pay, the boys thought they’d have enough money to last through the summer. Then, in the fall, when school started, when they entered their junior year they would look for part-time jobs.
5/17/86: Topanga Canyon; 2:01 p.m.
“I remember the beach in Union Pier...” Marsha said “...and if Ina was anything like my friends and myself, she’d probably been able to be found in nearly the same spot each beach day.
“Yeah…” Evie added “… setting up shop to give ‘blow jobs’ at ten bucks a blow.”
8/18/50: Union Pier
Standing above her...“Ina, hi!” ...his back to the sun.
Turning from her stomach onto her back. Shading her eyes from the sun. “Oh!” Having spoken to him only in passing, feeling flattered that a boy as handsome and standoffish as Mitchell Lipensky, ‘the’ Mitchell Lipensky, would even stop by to say hello.
“Hi, Mitchie!” Sitting up quickly and moving to the side of her blanket to make room for him. “Sit down, why don’t’j’ya.”
Sitting. “Yeah, thanks.” The first time this close, he looked at Ina Dorfman.
Already sixteen, Ina was almost six months older than Mitchell. Ina had peroxide-bleached, streaky blonde hair. Her face was round with small, dark-brown eyes, a turned-up nose with red-tinged, scaly nostrils due to blowing and rubbing because of allergies. Her forehead, chin and chest were dotted with pin-head-size sun blisters and, though not fat, Ina was fleshy with thick thighs, a somewhat flabby stomach and…
Mitchell’s eyes went from her rather homely face to the creamy swellings at the top of her bathing suit, to… ‘Oh, God'’! Ina’s soft-looking, delectable breasts and even then, in the middle of the day. Even there, on this crowded beach — his lower brain shifting into high gear — he unwittingly obtained a full-fledged erection just thinking that, Maybe, tonight, he ‘might’, just ‘might’, be able to look at to touch and suckle on those… Oh, God, he thought, she’s got ‘great’ tits!
5/17/86: Topanga Canyon; 2:07 p.m.
“Homely as hell, but she did...”Evie said “...have fantastic tits…” flapping her minute breasts up and down “... Guess they came from her father’s side of the family.”
Still holding onto his penis, Marsha’s hand beneath the towel on her husbands lap did feel a thickening within the cylinder of warm flesh.
8/18/50: Union Pier
Forcing his eyes from her chest to her face. “Ina…” her immediate reaction to him inspiring, however not at all sure how to ask “...I’m, uh, babysitting tonight...” he said hesitantly “...and was wondering if, uh, if you’re not doing anything, if you’d like to, uh, come on over and keep me company.”
Ina, too, looked… At Mitchell’s green eyes. His darkly tanned, ‘scrumptious’ face and, her eyes shifting downward, to—wearing a yellow, brief-type bathing suit, sitting cross-legged as he was—Ina saw the tubular impression of his engorged penis under the tight-fitting, glossy material and she, also, thought of what she ‘knew’ she would look at, touch and suckle on tonight.
“Yeah, Mitchie, that sounds like fun. You wanna pick me up, or…” knowing that most parents frown at their babysitters having company, especially ‘opposite sex’ company, and most ‘especially’ opposite sex company that looked like she knew she was going to look that night. “…or should I kind’a, you know, just kind’a come over later?”
5/17/86: Topanga Canyon; 2:11 p.m.
The group, in their tight circle, all six still deeply within their ‘cannabis’, ‘moonshine’ and cheap wine induced fog leaned forward listening as Mitchell — not aware that he was, spoke in a soft, rather seductive tone ….
8/18/50: Union Pier
Surprised! She’s going to! Now that Ina ‘had’… actually a bit frightened that she had. …
“Yeah...” he said “...if you don’t mind just, uh, just kind’a come over.”
Having to drive the twelve miles to ‘New Buffalo’ for dinner and a movie, the Liebmans had left almost an hour earlier and Jerry, their three-year-old son was sound asleep in the rear bedroom.
Mitchell had given Ina directions to the cottage and asked if she’d get there at about seven-thirty.
‘8:15’...Where is she?
Hearing footsteps on the wooden stairs, not waiting for her to knock Mitchell rushed to the door, pulled it open and seeing Ina simultaneously felt relief because she ‘did’ come, fear because she ‘did’ come and a very rapidly heightening sense of anticipation because on this night, without a doubt he ‘finally’ really…
I’m finally, really going to see a real live cunt.
Which oddly enough took precedence over intercourse... although, not by much.
Wearing a light-blue, scooped-neck blouse that showed off her very ample cleavage, brown leather thongs and short—very short, near crotch length jagged-cut Levi’s.
5/17/86: Topanga Canyon; 2:15 p.m.
Morgan’s arm about her shoulder, “Fancy dresser, my cousin...” her hand high up on Morgan's thigh“...dressed in her ‘whore’ outfit and all ready for work.”
My hand still on my wife’s thigh. “Don’t be so tough on her, Evie. She looked pretty damn good to ma at the time.”
Tickling my upper thigh with her fingernail. “I’ll bet she did.”
“Not a hell of a lot different from those ‘micro-minis’ you used to wear.”
“Well…” flicking my limp dick with that fingernail “... I wasn’t trying to get fucked then.”
“Marcie, believe me, they worked!”
8/18/50: Union Pier
“Hi’ya, Mitchie!” Ina said. “Dis must be d’place, eh?”
“Yeah,” swallowing nervously. “Dis am d’place.” Moving aside, “Come in.”
Mitchell’s eyes followed the movement of Ina’s ample posterior as she walked into the room as —the sway of her buttocks causing the pink, elastic band of her panties to show over the swell of her left buttock as it moved in cadence under the cut-off thigh of Ina’s Levi’s, and—excited, hell, more than excited by the movement of this thin piece of pink fabric, he swallowed again.
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