breast and could immediately feel her response and soft moan. His other hand cupped her behind. She was not wearing anything under her dress, which excited him even more. He could feel little beads of perspiration on his forehead as he felt the hardness growing in his crotch. Reaching inside her dress, he brushed his hand over her breasts and bent to kiss them.
Slipping to the floor, he raised her dress and lightly ran his fingers over her legs, feeling goose pimples as he reached higher. She busied herself stripping his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. His hand reached between her legs and she guided him whispering, “Easy, gently, oh, right there.” She let out a soft purring sound.
His heart was pounding as she fondled him through his under shorts until he felt himself groan softly as he released his pent up fluid in her hand.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered hoarsely. Seconds later, she let out a soft shriek, which got louder and then she gasped and pulled him to her tightly.
They continued kissing until Mitzi tensed up and pulled away. “Don’t say a word, please, don’t say anything.”
“Are you upset?”
“No, I’m not upset; just hold me.”
Slowly, he felt her relax as he loosened his hold on her but stayed close.
In the other room, they could hear Shayna stirring in her crib.
“Is she okay?” he asked.
Lifting herself on one elbow, she smiled. “She’s fine, just moving around in her sleep.” With her free hand she arranged the dress to cover her breast.
“Victor, I don’t know how to say this, but I feel better than I have felt since I came to this country over a year ago. I have been scared to death. I know my in-laws don’t like me and my husband is a good man who I married for the wrong reasons. He loves me, but I don’t think I love him.”
Vic was uncomfortable as he listened to her confession, frightened that she was telling him these things. It was the first time in his life he experienced anything this sexual and he still desired her, but she was older and married with a child. He wanted to escape, but still wanted to do more with her.
Fortunately, Mitzi gave him a graceful out. Getting up, she smoothed her dress and turned away from him as he straightened his clothing and put on his shirt.
“It’s getting late, maybe you should go,” she said. She took his hand and helped him up. Walking to the door in the dimly lit apartment, she stopped and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you Victor, this has been a lovely evening. I hope you are alright.”
Vic hugged her and turned. “Yeah, I liked it, too.”
Out on the street, Vic walked away quickly. Passing the school, he walked to the steps and sat down. His heart was pounding as he reviewed the previous hour. He was elated in a way that he had never known but frightened because he knew it was wrong. He wanted to tell someone but Mitzi was not some dirty girl like a few he’d heard stories about; she was someone he loved. He wondered what his friends would think it they knew what happened to him tonight but he knew that his friendship with her had to remain a secret.
He got up and headed for home. As he walked, he thought about what it was like for her and all the other Jews whose lives had been forever disrupted by the war.
Ma greeted him as he entered the apartment. Looking up from her newspaper, she peered over glasses. “Oh, it’s you. Did you eat ?”
“Yeah, I had something earlier. Don’t worry, I’ll check the icebox. I’m sure I’ll find something.”
“Some girl, Shirley something, called you.”
“Oh, what did she want?”
“She didn’t say; she just said to tell you she called.”
“Thanks, anything else going on?”
“No. But what kind of girl calls boys on the telephone?”
He walked halfway down the hall, then stopped and turned so she could hear him without getting too close. Ma had that way about her, where she might notice something that would make her want to ask where he had been before
Slipping to the floor, he raised her dress and lightly ran his fingers over her legs, feeling goose pimples as he reached higher. She busied herself stripping his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. His hand reached between her legs and she guided him whispering, “Easy, gently, oh, right there.” She let out a soft purring sound.
His heart was pounding as she fondled him through his under shorts until he felt himself groan softly as he released his pent up fluid in her hand.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered hoarsely. Seconds later, she let out a soft shriek, which got louder and then she gasped and pulled him to her tightly.
They continued kissing until Mitzi tensed up and pulled away. “Don’t say a word, please, don’t say anything.”
“Are you upset?”
“No, I’m not upset; just hold me.”
Slowly, he felt her relax as he loosened his hold on her but stayed close.
In the other room, they could hear Shayna stirring in her crib.
“Is she okay?” he asked.
Lifting herself on one elbow, she smiled. “She’s fine, just moving around in her sleep.” With her free hand she arranged the dress to cover her breast.
“Victor, I don’t know how to say this, but I feel better than I have felt since I came to this country over a year ago. I have been scared to death. I know my in-laws don’t like me and my husband is a good man who I married for the wrong reasons. He loves me, but I don’t think I love him.”
Vic was uncomfortable as he listened to her confession, frightened that she was telling him these things. It was the first time in his life he experienced anything this sexual and he still desired her, but she was older and married with a child. He wanted to escape, but still wanted to do more with her.
Fortunately, Mitzi gave him a graceful out. Getting up, she smoothed her dress and turned away from him as he straightened his clothing and put on his shirt.
“It’s getting late, maybe you should go,” she said. She took his hand and helped him up. Walking to the door in the dimly lit apartment, she stopped and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you Victor, this has been a lovely evening. I hope you are alright.”
Vic hugged her and turned. “Yeah, I liked it, too.”
Out on the street, Vic walked away quickly. Passing the school, he walked to the steps and sat down. His heart was pounding as he reviewed the previous hour. He was elated in a way that he had never known but frightened because he knew it was wrong. He wanted to tell someone but Mitzi was not some dirty girl like a few he’d heard stories about; she was someone he loved. He wondered what his friends would think it they knew what happened to him tonight but he knew that his friendship with her had to remain a secret.
He got up and headed for home. As he walked, he thought about what it was like for her and all the other Jews whose lives had been forever disrupted by the war.
Ma greeted him as he entered the apartment. Looking up from her newspaper, she peered over glasses. “Oh, it’s you. Did you eat ?”
“Yeah, I had something earlier. Don’t worry, I’ll check the icebox. I’m sure I’ll find something.”
“Some girl, Shirley something, called you.”
“Oh, what did she want?”
“She didn’t say; she just said to tell you she called.”
“Thanks, anything else going on?”
“No. But what kind of girl calls boys on the telephone?”
He walked halfway down the hall, then stopped and turned so she could hear him without getting too close. Ma had that way about her, where she might notice something that would make her want to ask where he had been before
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