You always love your first crew. You never forget your first crew. Mary said this over and over. It was true.
Later in his life, when all was said and done and some forty-five years had passed, Bill could still close his eyes and see every one of those people on his first crew. Grandma kind of resembled his own grandmother on his mother’s side. She was fat, obese really, really, really fat. They had the same short, round bodies and oval faces. They had the same big smile that spread across their faces and the same ecstatic happiness when someone liked what they cooked. For Grandma it was her fried chicken, pretty much the best in town if not the state. For his own grandmother it was clam chowder, red or white, but mostly she made it red. His own grandmother, Fanny, had the deepest, richest laugh he’d ever heard. Grandma’s at Suburban was similar, even close.
Bea—what could he say? He could remember the first time he put his hand up her dress, how he’d felt her womanhood over her panties, how her panties had gotten wet from his pushing into them, how she offered, even promised to remove those panties. He could remember the panties. They were the thin-elastic-band panties, somewhat sheer back then, white and baggy sort of because she was fat.
Bea was taller than grandma and also fat, but not as fat or round as grandma. Bea smoked a lot. She played the numbers and the horses.
Bea was not nearly as dark as Mary. She was coffee with cream, pretty much exactly. She had those flared nostrils and broad lips and her nostrils flared even more when she was angry or when she had an orgasm. She liked her orgasms. They shook her whole being in a purely physical way, and she could have many orgasms if Bill took the time to keep working on her and keep them coming.
Bea wore those seventies, big-lens, dark-frame eyeglasses which she did not take off even when they had sex. And she had a deep, throaty voice, a cigarette-voice, one made more hoarse by the long years of smoking.
Her face was squarish. She had a square chin and high cheekbones. She could use those thick lips and she liked using them when it was tit for tat. She was all about Robert’s ‘what’s good to you is good for you.’ She made sure she got was good for her.
Bea had enormous breasts, udders with large areolas and thick nipples that she liked to have sucked. She made no bones about Mr. Bea not giving her any and about Bill being her lollipop. “Love them little white boys,” she said over and over, although Bill was the only one she’d ever had. She swore to that.
Marie was skinny and skanky. She had a horse face, kind of, and crooked teeth. She was ruddy milk chocolate with blemishes, and if crack had been out around then she could have been taken for a crack head. She had a long neck and long skinny arms and legs, runner’s legs without the muscle development. She could and did spread those legs. She had no breasts at all, none, even though she was a mommy. She was just about totally flat-chested, but good thing was she was not at all shy about it or apologetic for it. She was absolutely crazy about her small tits with dark marble nipples.
Marie talked like a speed freak, but she moved slow and worked slow unless there was a rush. She talked shit too, too much shit, and that would finally do her in. Wasn’t all her fault though cause she was being beaten by her husband and sometimes even smacked by Henry Lee.
Yup. You always remembered your first crew.
