Chapter 2 1. Me and Mrs. Jones

Mrs. Jones was famous for her frivolity.She took advantage of her husband's service in the army, and when he didn't come back once a year, she had many affairs. The phrase "Have you ever had sex with Mrs. Jones?" between partners is a code word.Those who answer "yes" can be firmly seated on the throne of heroes among a group of people within a few days.The heroes described her body and breath in detail, and those who listened imagined the erotic scenes they had never seen in their minds, and couldn't help but slander them. In fact, we're at an age where we have no wonder we think about women.Also after school, although gathering in the alley, opening beer caps, lighting cigarettes, and doing all kinds of grown-up behaviors, I still feel that Grandma Jemina's honey-covered cakes are better than all these high school ages.Everyone has times when they're being pushy, and we're in the midst of those times when we're drinking beer.I just turned seventeen.

Jeffrey brought up last night's tryst with Mrs. Jones and suddenly became the hero of the week.He twirled a basketball in his hands and excitedly described the scene of the tryst.Just two months ago, it was David who displayed this attitude.Ever since he took over his brother's classic car on his birthday, he's taken the cute girls from school out for drives and walks, and he's slipped away from our gang without knowing it. Jeffery began talking about her body after stating in advance that Mrs. Jones was not his first woman. Then, Jeffery explained her body in detail, causing my head to swell as if there was a naked Mrs. Jones that I had never seen before.

At the same time, I secretly despise Jeffrey who can only talk about Mrs. Jones in such obscene terms.When my buddies talked about women, I always sat silently in a corner and listened to them.They describe a world I don't understand, but sensual pleasure is a feeling that needs to be experienced, and I see through their boasting as a description of the shape of a woman's body. I at least understand the love between myself and a girl, and I also know a little bit of the light and unknowing joy and the pain of breaking up.But I can't imagine what it's like when the pleasure thing is connected to love.When I saw that kind of process in the movie, I found it incredible.In my mind, being in love and being happy are often separated.

Fall in love and make love.When I saw that kind of process in the movie, I found it incredible.Why did love turn into sex?I pretended to know and talked about these things with my friends, but they didn't explain the reason.I want to ask, but I can't ask.why?For my friends would laugh at me if they knew that I was the only one among them who had never tasted a woman's flesh, and I considered that a disgrace.So I pretended to understand.Back in my room, I fantasized about a woman's body alone, and that woman was limited to Mrs. Jones. The face of Mrs. Jones in my ears clearly emerged like a conditioned reflex when I was lying alone on the bed.The time to understand women should come, right?I felt deeply apathetic, depressed.

After school, I do odd jobs in the store two or three days a week, taking the items that are put in the trolley after accounting, to the customer's car, and loading them into the car for them.This is a boring odd job that high school students generally do, and the pay is not good.But the tips given by customers are still a small amount of money when I get off work. These money are quite useful when shopping with a group, so I hold back my yawn and continue to do it. One day, my heart was pounding and pounding, as if foretelling something was about to happen. It was Mrs. Jones who said, "Please, please" as I loaded the cart with the merchandise that had piled up by the counter.

I was flustered and finally squeezed out the word OK.Mrs. Jones walked out of the store, looking for her keys in her purse, paying no attention to my presence.I pushed the shopping cart out behind her, but my legs were inversely proportional to the beating of my heart, so limp and hard to move.In front of me, the cart full of cans and packaged vegetables didn't understand my mood and irritated me. Viewed from behind, Mrs. Jones had the air of a secretary rather than a housewife.Glittering gold chains in silk stockings were tied around the necks of the legs.When you take off your stockings to take a shower, the gold chain probably won't come off either.Thinking about it, I moved my things into the trunk of the car.During that time, I looked down at the slender heels of her shoes digging into the tarmac of the parking lot.A desire drives me to keep looking at it like this, but when the goods are completely loaded, it is impossible to look at it any more.

"It's over," I said, and I looked up, and for the first time in my life, I was looking straight into Mrs. Jones's face, and I couldn't move.Mrs. Jones was smiling just a foot away from me.At that moment, I fell in love. my Mrs. Jones!For some reason, I called out that way in my heart at the time. She smiled and thanked me, and at the same time tried to take out a dollar bill from her purse for my tip.But there were only a few hundred-yuan bills and a few copper coins in it, and she showed an embarrassed expression. "Sorry, I'm going to change the change." She wanted to run back to the store. "It's okay!" I exclaimed suddenly.

"You don't need to pay a tip, you might as well invite me for a cup of tea." I was amazed at how naturally I acted like a man in love.This kind of thing can probably be learned without being taught by others, right?Of course, this was the first time I made a request to a woman. Mrs. Jones froze for a moment, showing a girlish look for a moment, but then quickly changed into the cleverness and cunning of a grown woman. "Could you be Jeff's friend?" I was flustered by the words, and I hated my stupidity that was immediately seen through by her.After all, Xiaomaotou can't seduce mature women, so I lowered my head awkwardly.Mrs. Jones's heels came into view again.How happy it would be to be kicked to death by that heel!I thought so.But she spoke softly, and reached out to lift my jaw.

"Get in the car and I'll pay the rest of your wages." I panicked and had to explain to my boss that I had to leave early because of something urgent.In order not to let him know that the so-called "urgent matter" is sleeping with a woman, I also had to put on a smile desperately. From that day on I became Mrs. Jones' lover, and went to her house every day.But I don't want to be a bragging hero among my friends. It's not a secret that others should only know. I'm very happy.As the days went by, I began to understand how hard it was for her to be affected by the childishness and clumsiness of her friends.

She likes to drink tea and eat desserts, and all my pocket money is turned into chocolates delivered to her house.She unwrapped the package and was always full of praise for the dessert, which had been cut in half. "Wei Li, how beautiful life is!" She always chews a mouthful of dessert and sighs, and I show a reserved smile.Honestly, I don't think sweet cakes or the like make life any good.When I got home, my mother was always nagging and asking me if I had done my homework, while my sisters were crazily obsessed with movie fans and singers, arguing all day long.As for Dad, he bugged me with questions about his plans for graduating from high school.

What makes life beautiful is Mrs. Jones. "Call me Martha." She often corrects me like this.This sentence was like a signal, and as soon as it was said, she and I embraced each other. Her lips smell of dessert, always sweet.She taught me to kiss without saying hello. She's definitely not skinny, but she's as boneless as a soft feather pillow when I push her over.I lay on that comfortable pillow, savoring her.I fully understood that method at the first time.A man who lacks talent is useless, mighty, you have talent.These words made me so happy that I chewed them over and over again. I've seen it in magazines before, women will scratch men's backs in the excitement of making love.But she never scars my back.Her beautifully manicured nails caressed my back gently and screamed.At that moment, the pleasure of clogging the pores all over my body hit me. She loved the bedside talk, and even praised me in a hoarse voice when I moved her body to please her.As the voice faded away, sweat appeared on her forehead.She sighed, swearing my name in her rapid breathing.Her eyelashes droop.The sunlight penetrating through the gaps in the curtains shone on her half-opened lips, revealing the wet teeth, arousing my desire for those lips.I couldn't help kissing her lips, and the warm smell of teeth wafted from my lips, reminding me of the smell when I kissed my sister's cheek, like the scent after the sun warms up. Ah, Martha!With what anguish did I gaze at the faint wrinkles beginning to appear on her neck!A wave of action forced me to drink up the sweat between the wrinkles, like a small river. Before I knew her, why did I think love and happiness were two different things?I need her inside and out.My heart weeps when I yearn for her.I am convinced that I am in love with her.why?Because after sex, I still want her. After the bed thing was over, she sat on the wicker chair and smoked.Because of the unimaginable loneliness after making love, I put my head on her lap and whispered: "Tell me, Martha, is my love method not good?" That portion of dessert is delivered to the mouth.Then, she resumed her usual girlish laid-back look. Love has made me stupid.People always make fun of me for being out of my mind, but I don't mind.My heart has become a fossil of indifference to these sesame and mung bean things. At school I was always sluggish, the battery in me dead, my heart recharging only when Martha's arms were wrapped around me. When I'm around her, she must be thinking of me all the time too, right? I became very acquainted with the proprietress of the pastry shop. She said to me who bought cakes, chocolates and other desserts every day: "Is it your sister who eats it? Hey, why do boys buy these desserts every day?" "To make life better!" The proprietress must have looked at me who snatched the pastry from her hand and ran away, and laughed dumbfounded, right? I knocked on Martha's door that day, but got no answer.The door wasn't locked, but when I pushed it, it opened obediently to lure me in.Martha lay prone on the bed and wept.The phone was moved under the bed, apparently she was crying from talking to someone. "Martha." Hearing my voice, she looked up.I stroked her tear-wet cheeks.It was a non-concentrated cleansing liquid, and my dry fingers started to get wet, but it definitely didn't come from my fingers. "Martha?" I called again. She answered me with a sob, and I thought she wanted to cry.I didn't know what to do when a woman was crying, so I reached out and touched her feet.Maybe I should touch her back, but I can't bear to touch her trembling back.If that tremor had reached my hands, I might have cried.Because her trembling was not for me. Her calves are much thinner than mine.The enthusiasm with which she was pinned down on the bed prevented me from observing every part of her body until now.Only this time, she looked weak and helpless in my eyes.This was not the competent, frivolous Mrs. Jones who radiated irresistible charm. What exactly is a man to do when a woman cries in front of you?I would do anything for her.In front of my eyes, she was like a little girl asking for my protection. I also lay on the bed and turned Martha's face.Her tears flowed in another direction.She looked at me intently, and it was definitely not a sad look.If it weren't for the tears on her face, I would have thought she was a little bit happier. "Why are you crying? I have everything I want." After speaking, she started crying again.To suck her tears, I brought my lips to her cheek.While the salty taste slowly invaded my throat, I had a strong desire for her.Lovely Martha.Martha who said she had everything she wanted, but cried.Is this what you want? She started making noises of joy.I caress her tenderly, as if soothing her soul.I felt that her body was equal to her naked, aching heart.Use your own flesh to make a woman stop crying.For the first time, I made love not for myself, but for her.I don't know if that counted as success because her body started crying more than her heart, and that's when I was able to reach out and caress her back because it wasn't until then that I was sure she was crying for me .I couldn't hold back the joy in my heart, and called out to her: "My love!" The windows were open, and the May wind dried our sweat.She has stopped crying. "Baby." I ran my hands through her hair.Not only am I her baby, she has become mine too. She smiled, and said, "I love you, Willy." I was so happy that I burst into tears.At that time, I didn't know how comfortable that sentence sounds; however, it can be so subtly turned to disappoint a person. I spend the hot season in love.I still do odd jobs in that shop because I need money.I used the money to buy a few pairs of shoes to wear to Martha's house, ties to surprise her, handkerchiefs, and presents for her, mostly desserts and sweets.My mother complained about my spending money, and Martha persuaded me to quit my job. She could buy those things herself, but I didn't want her to spend money.I think spending money for the woman you love is the behavior of a mature man.Thanks to her, I became a grown-up in a very short time. I never asked her about his soldier husband.As long as she doesn't tell, I won't ask him.He was smiling in the picture on the table; but I didn't take it seriously, and more than that, I felt a little sympathetic to her.At that time, I had the mentality of a winner in love, no matter how much he smiled, beside Martha, it was me who was loved by her wholeheartedly.I don't know what the military is like, but I probably wouldn't go into a place where I only see my wife once a year.The only winner is the man who can be around the woman he loves, perhaps only the whore on the streets of the harbor with his arm, reveling in victory. She didn't seem to miss her husband and was always eating the desserts I bought her.She seemed to have only one thing in her heart.However, she is definitely not fat, and it is always the slender body that wraps around me.We spend our time in our rooms, worried that someone else will gossip viciously. She bought jars of whipped cream that looked like insecticide at the store.Just shake-shake, press a button and whip out whipped cream.She had bought it to decorate a cake she baked, and suddenly she had an idea for a pleasant game. She stopped me as I walked around the room with a towel around my waist.I walked over thinking the cake was decorated and she suddenly peeled off my bath towel and pressed the button on the jar.After a few minutes of icy cold surprise and she continued to spray me all over me with a smile on my face, I was completely adorned. "Just like a white guy".Martha was lying on the bed laughing, and I hurried into the bathroom to look in the mirror.My whole body was covered in whipped cream and I looked like a cake man from a movie.I was taken aback by my appearance; but even more astonished by Martha who came in afterward.She smiled at my reflection in the mirror, then stuck out her tongue and started sucking the cream on me. There was a sweet smell in the bathroom, and she was just adding cream carelessly, and she was just licking the cream carelessly, just like when she was ecstatically eating candy.In the pungent vanilla smell, I felt indifferently that I might be just a dessert in her mind. I want her to taste me and eat me up.I began to feel bored at school, everything about my parents, everything about my friends, everything around me except her.Is there anything more important in this world than loving a woman?Just thinking about that person warms my whole body to the bone marrow.Is there anything sweeter in this world than this?In addition, it is just how to express this feeling.For me, the highest level of expression is to love her body. other things.I'm kind of giving up on myself.I couldn't find a way to prove my feelings other than having sex.I don't want to wait to grow up slowly, I want her to absorb everything about me.If she had the same feelings as mine, she would try to eat me now. I am very anxious.I don't find the tongue moving slowly over me satisfying.Just bite it down with your teeth!Then I knew she didn't want to lose the sweet pleasure that was spreading, thus proving that her mood was the same as mine. However, she was only looking for a good pleasure, and she just tasted me like candy. I always feel hysterical.Trying to get rid of this feeling, I quickened my pace towards Martha.That day when I ran to her house, the chocolates in the box bumped against the wall of the box, making protesting sounds. Martha, lying in bed as usual, got up to pour tea when she saw me.It's all the same as usual, but I think the atmosphere of the room is a bit unusual.In the past, when the door was opened, there was a sweet smell, but today it can't be smelled. The phone is under the bed.I watched her face lest she cry again, but there were no tears on her cheeks. We sat on chairs and drank tea.Today's hot tea is more fragrant than usual.I know summer is over. Martha sipped her tea silently, as if she didn't want to eat the chocolate I bought.What is wrong?I broke out in a cold sweat from anxiety. "Willie, I hope you don't come again." With blood rushing to my head, I started asking why.She explained, as if reciting a prepared line, telling me that I still have to go to school, that falling in love with a married woman will make my parents sad, and that people around me will look at me with strange eyes...etc. cliché. I was dumbfounded.Aren't we in constant communication knowing these simplest facts?I suddenly asked her, is her husband back?And she denied it.So what is the reason! "I just hope you don't come again".This sentence made me fly into a rage, and I slammed the chocolate I brought on the door of the room, and the thing flew around. Martha's expression didn't change.Regretfully, she picked up the chocolates that had been scattered on the floor.When I saw her upturned ass, my anger was over the top and I pulled her onto the bed. She didn't resist.I undressed her and loved her as always.do you hate thisDidn't you like it very much before?As I cried, I reminded her that it was my turn to let her have a taste of me this time. Just then, the phone rang.I thought she couldn't hear the bell.Drunk in her own happiness, she forgot everything, the boiling pot, the bath being filled with water, and the boiling oil pan. But she stretched out her arm slowly to pick up the receiver, and what was even more astonishing was that she began to speak in her usual voice.I seemed to be just a quilt to cover her body. I want the person on the other end of the phone to know I exist.If her voice trembles, the man should be able to tell that she is at the height of pleasure.However, it was only me who was at the climax of pleasure.When I kissed her hands that weren't holding the receiver, I smelled the scent of her picking up chocolates scattered on the floor. I wanted to remind her of me; however, I did so only to awaken my memory of her.I am remembering.Recalling her ecstatic look while eating dessert, and her crying-baby attitude on the phone.What was recalled at that unbelievable moment was not her in love.However, I have always used sexual affection as a way of loving her.Memories came in waves. At the same moment, she also put down the receiver and said "I love you".Poor husband, poor me.I collapsed on the bed. "Get up, Willie." Martha's voice was so calm that it sounded like she was comforting me.She caresses my back like I used to do to her. "The physical needs of men are only enough for the first six months, and what we want after that is their hearts." Why can't I?I refuted Martha's words in my mind.Why not pursue my heart?I want two things, her body and soul! "Do you think I only want your body? Are you tired of having sex with me?" She shook her head and said softly that she liked it very much.She stroked my back while thinking about what to say to me. "The body is like the cake, but the mind is the bread, baby." Before I finished hearing that sentence, I started to cry.How can I understand this kind of thing when I fall in love with a woman for the first time?I'm just a seventeen-year-old boy, and she's a grown-up who loves desserts. I'm not mad at her, but I can't forgive her either, so I cry.For the first time since I avoided Martha, I felt like a child.I really am still the little kid who cried when the candy was snatched from me. After crying for a while, I got dressed with Martha's help.She even wiped my tears for me.In the end, the kiss she gave me was still sweet, confusing me.I desperately want to say goodbye words.Goodbye, Mrs. Jones. The moment I opened the door, I accidentally stepped on a piece of unpacked chocolate.With the pleasant voice, my "beautiful life" was completely shattered.