GOING THROUGH THE OLD ABANDONED HOUSE

On the walk over to Frisco St. I told Blythe about Aunt Nora and Uncle Lemuel Mauzy.  "I am not sure just where the Mauzys fit into the family tree....all I know is my Mother referred to them as Aunt and Uncle.  I am not sure they had any childen.  Lem was a carpenter.  When I was here in 1953, I was fourteen years old and onery.  My Mother...my own Mother called me a little prick once.  Back then, the Mauzys were quite old and just lazed around the house.  They didn't drive then.  I was fascinated with the lack of design of the house....obviously, it was built for creature comforts only with little concern for design.  The kitchen was tiny, and the adjoining room which I supposed to be the dining room was just a big space with doors off of it going here and there.  Their living room was also their bedroom...One bed crammed in a corner and a dresser and some chairs and a small table.  There was an old pendulum clock like an old school clock.  The small bathroom was off the dining room and it had an old linoleum floor.  There was an old pot bellied wood burning heater in their living/bedroom.  Only God knows how long they lived there...I remember visiting them when I was only two or three. Both of them died in the mid fifties and I cannot tell you if it has been lived in since, but we can probably tell if we can get in.  We waided through knee high grass and weeds....only hints of the white paint remained on the outside walls and most of it was old bare wood.We had to tear vines away from the back porch door and found the back porch had an old washing machine with a hand crank roller for squeezing water out of clothes. From there we entered the kitchen with its old plumbing  the paint on the cabinets had peeled.  I remember there were two large tin boxes installed in one cabinet..one of the boxes had a hand crank to sift the flour and send it through the spout that stuck out the bottom of the cabinet.  The other was for sugar.  I opened the door and the dispensers were still there !   "I would sure like to take them out and keep them"  I said.  From looking around,  my guess was that it had been lived in until the area was condemned.  We went into the living/bed area and everything had been removed, even the cast iron stove.   "Here is where they lived out their last days, I can still see them both..dozing in their chairs...Lem died first..then Nonie..thats what I called her....I came over to visit them alot in "53 and the neighbor girl came with me some....her name was Carla...can't recall her last name...she was tan and thinking about it..I think she was part Mexican...but..she was so cute...Nonie didn't really care for her and told me she thought she was naughty and not good for me...Nonie was somewhat senile and one time she could not find her flashlight and she accused me of stealing it...she later found it and came over to Grandma's house and apoligized..I was not very gracious in foregiving her..".let's go upstairs to the attic."  We walked back into the big open room which was a sort of dining area and a "union station"  for going to other rooms.  I opened the door to the attic and was met with a steep flight of stairs..the door squeeked and Blythe said she was already afraid to go up.  I told her it was creepy up there and I was always seeing something move out of the side of my eye and when I turned to look, there was nothing there.  We went up and the clothes racks were still there, but all the old clothes removed.  The whole East wall was one long rack of old clothes and they were dusty and dank....The ceilng followed the roof line...not a flat ceiling.  "Here is where Carla and I took our clothes off....she wanted to try on Nonie's old clothes as Nonie was a small woman and Carla thought they would fit.  Looking back on it, I still am not sure seducing me was her main motive  she was only fourteen and even though she was very interested in my anatomy....that is just normal.  She seemed to have no bashfull tendencies...that is not normal....she enjoyed the way she undressed....she was wearing Jeans and she unsnapped them slowly and drug them down slowly....then after they were off...she just stood there with those tanned and shapely legs which went well with her pink panties.  Back then, they did not sell Bikini panties..they were all full..high topped...so she made Bikinis by rolling the waist band down until the rolled band was an inch above bare leg....then she pulled them up as high as she could  and turned to look in a full length mirror leaning against the wall....I was getting an erection and it was getting uncomfortible...not enough room ...She turned back towards me and walked up face to face....then she started unbottoning my pants and slid them slowly down my legs until they were at my feet.  My undies were pushed out towards her due to my..condition....Aunt Nonie's words plus years worth of  Sunday School made their bid, but I was so turned on.  She said I looked bashful and then she took her fingers and begans to slide them back and forth through my undies...the material was rubbing the ridge on the head and I began to feel very great sensations down there...after a while, I went off in my pants and it squirted through the material and landed on the bare part of her stomach.  She pulled her hand away and said something like "You really can squirt....I heard boys do that"   Then, Nonie's voice came up the stairway...."What are you doing up there..come down this very minute"  I pulled my pants back up and she hurriedly pulled hers up and  my condition had not resided yet, so I did what the boys have to do sometimes, I pulled my shirt out and let it hang down and hide it.  We went straight out the back door and said good by to Nonie on the run.  "As to why I am telling you this, Blythe, you said you wanted to know every thing." Blythe replied:  "I wish that I had had a child hood like you did."    She always had something comforting and funny to say in difficult moments.  Nonie had a talk with Bertha and  my Grandmother told me she did not want me to associate with Carla anymore.....That was my first sexual experience and it would be thirty more years before I would have another....at a certain camp site up in the Mountains.....(to be continued)