Who'd Want To Fuck Penny Gagliardi?
© 2003 by Robert Buckley

Kevin wondered how he had managed to survive the week.  His friends were merciless; that was to be expected.  But even Ralph the barber and old Gellman at the delicatessen ragged on him.  There wasn't anyone in the neighborhood who missed the opportunity to take a shot and serve him up a ration of shit.

He stared at the bar and pleaded with whatever powers that were to make someone else do something even more stupid this weekend, and take everyone's attention off him.  Though he despaired that what he had done was hard to top.

He wondered if he might have to move.  He sipped his beer and sighed.

"So, Kev, what's up with your girlfriend?"

Ah, shit, not Neil too.

Neil, the bartender, was grinning and holding two whisky glasses up to his eyes. "Yeah, you really gotta hand it to her," he chortled.

Kevin glared. "Neil, I swear to Christ, I'll come over this bar and shove those shot glasses up your ass."

Neil guffawed in response.  Two guys playing pool laughed too.

Kevin shook his head and muttered, "Dickheads."

Moving away from the neighborhood was beginning to look like the only option.  Kevin hung his head so his forehead touched the rim of his beer glass.  Damn, drunk is drunk, but how fucking drunk do you have to be to do what he did?

But then, what had he done? He wished he could remember.  It was enough that they had left the party together.  Well, maybe not together, maybe just at the same time.  Ah, what's the difference? They'd gone out the door together, and everyone noticed.  It was enough to ruin him.

Neil slapped his hand down on the bar, jolting Kevin upright. "Well, look who's here.  Penny, don't be shy, come right over to the bar.  Whatever you're drinking, Kevin's got it covered."

Kevin shuddered.  He turned his head as if it pained him to move and cast a sidelong glance at the person he'd tried so hard to avoid this week.  If little kids ever asked where bag ladies came from, he'd show them a picture of Penny Gagliardi, a bag lady-in-training at age 20.

Penny stood at the entrance to the barroom and reared all five feet, three inches of herself into an indignant stance.  Her tattered rucksack tossed over one shoulder; she seemed barely able to breathe beneath the multiple layers of faded sweaters packed within the embrace of her oversized pea coat.

Ugh! That coat; it seemed to wear her.  It must have had a color once, but now it was a nondescript shading of what might have been green and baby-shit beige.

Her floppy knit hat was pulled down to the rim of her glasses.  And, damn, if those specs didn't really look like two shot glasses.  They were so thick they created that aquarium effect, so it looked like giant fish eyes floated behind them.

Neil waved to her again. "Yeah, come on right over, Penny.  Don't be shy.  We're all friends here.  Good to see you."

Penny frowned, but moved toward the bar.  Kevin shook his head and thought all the rags in the Salvation Army bin had come to life and made a break for it.

Penny lifted herself onto the stool next to Kevin and lowered her rucksack to the floor.

"What'll you have, Penny?" Neil grinned.

"Just a ginger ale."

"Aw, are you sure about that? Maybe you want to start off slow."

"Aw, shut up and get her the ginger ale," Kevin barked.

"Yes sir, coming right up.  Anything for your lady, Sir."

He drew a draught of ginger ale and placed it in front of Penny. "I'll leave you two alone.  You must have lots to talk about." He laughed and sauntered to the opposite end of the bar.

Kevin looked straight ahead and said nothing.  Penny took a wee sip of her drink.  After a long uncomfortable silence for Kevin, she said in a soft, high voice, "Hi."

"Hi, Penny."

"I was trying to find you all week."

"Yeah, well, I kinda been busy, you know."

"Yeah, okay.  Anyway, I just wanted to ask you something."

He stiffened.  God, what now?

Penny waited for a reply; when she got none she pressed on. "I just wanted to ask you if you meant those things you said to me."

Kevin frantically plumbed the blur of last Saturday night.  What the hell had he said to her?

"Gee, you know, Penny, I was pretty wasted that night."

"Oh, I know.  That's why I wanted to ask you if you really meant what you said, or was it because you were just drunk; or even if you said them but you really didn't mean it.  I just want to know, that's all."

Kevin could hear Neil chuckle as he feigned reading the Racing Form.  Reluctantly, he invited Penny to sit with him at a booth.  He felt every eye in the place on him as he escorted her to the vacant booth farthest from the bar.

Penny could barely squeeze in, encumbered as she was by all her clothing.  When they had settled in, Kevin said, "Look, Penny, about last weekend.  What I said, or did—well, I'm sorry if I did anything to—I don't know—I guess I mean, I'm sorry that I did anything I shouldn't have."

Penny looked puzzled for a moment.  Then her face brightened and her eyes enlarged monstrously behind her glasses, sending a shiver up Kevin's back.

"No," she said. "You didn't do anything bad, really.  But, would you, please, just tell me if you meant those things."

"I really don't remember ..."

"I'll tell you, and maybe you'll remember then," she suggested.

He pushed one hand past his forehead and through his hair. "Oh, okay," he said, knowing he really didn't want to hear it.

"Well, you said I was pretty."

"Huh?" he gulped.

"Yeah, remember now? You said, 'I never realized what a pretty girl existed under all these clothes'."

Oh, shit.  Could it have really happened? Did he get Penny Gagliardi naked? He felt his stomach turn in knots, and gave silent thanks Neil was out of earshot. "I—I did?"

"Well, yeah—before we had sex."

He felt himself collapse as if all the air had escaped his body.  Penny, meanwhile, took off her glasses and laid them on the table.  She squinted, not severely, but more like someone who had just woken up.

"And you said I had pretty brown eyes, but as you can see, they're more hazel."

"Yeah," he said, his voice flat and dull.

"Remember yet?"

"Gee, I don't really know ..."

"You said my skin was beautiful, and so pale, like an angel's beneath my dark hair.  And then you said my breasts were—well, don't you remember any of this, Kevin?"

Amazement grew inside Kevin's mind as the blur and fog began to clear.  He did remember—something.  A petite, dark-haired girl with soft alabaster skin, and the prettiest tits he'd ever seen.  Her areolas were the color of pink candle wax.

Penny searched his face for some sign of recall, as Kevin's mind began to replay the reel from last Saturday night.  The girl—some girl, not Penny—stood before him naked, and he was so enchanted with her.  He remembered slipping his hands over her hips and up her back as he held her close to him and sighed ...

" ... 'You are so beautiful'—remember, Kevin?"

His mouth agape, he slowly nodded.

Penny smiled. "You kissed me.  I'd never been kissed like that; down my neck, and over my shoulders.  And your hands roamed up and down my back, and you squeezed my bum.  And then you kissed my breasts and licked my nipples."

It was all coming back, but he still couldn't believe it.  Penny?

"And then I wanted to do something nice for you," she continued. "So I pulled down your pants and ..." She lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper. "I kissed your—you know—your penis.  You liked that, cause it stood right up.  And I kissed it some more and you asked me to suck it, so I did, and I really liked it, cause you were shaking and moaning like you really liked it too."

Kevin thought if his mind didn't quite believe it, his cock did, because it was hard and straining against his crotch.

"I didn't like it so much when you squirted on my face," she winced. "But, I figured it was an accident.  And you were nice about it and gave me some tissues to wipe myself."

"Oh, my god—Penny, I didn't realize, I mean ..."

"You know, I wasn't invited to Suzie Hannifin's going-away party.  I just came in the bar to use the phone to call my aunt, but no one told me to leave.  I like parties.  I just don't get invited to any.  Not since fifth grade anyway.  I guess you didn't realize that when you asked me to go home with you."

Kevin shook his head.

"I didn't want to leave.  But you looked like you needed help to get home.  And, anyway, some girls were kinda making fun of me then."

"You helped me home?"

"Yeah.  I wasn't planning to stay.  But you told me I was a nice girl, and people in the neighborhood shouldn't pick on me, or they wouldn't if they really knew how nice I was—or something like that."

Everything was becoming clearer for Kevin.  She was right.  He wasn't blind-wasted, knee-walking shitfaced after all, but he had a pretty good buzz on, and he was feeling so mellow.  He remembered walking, stumbling really; his arm around her shoulder as she guided him to his building.

More mist cleared and he recalled pushing Penny down on his bed.  She lay on her back, her arms and legs open and welcoming.  Her body was small, luscious, and wonderful beneath him.  His cock surged toward her syrup-slick pussy, and her cunt sucked him inside.

"Do you remember what you said, when you were in me?"

Yes, he did remember.

"You were funny," she giggled. "You went, 'Baby-baby-baby-baby-baby - ohhhh - I love you!"

"You cuddled me like a teddy bear all night," she said, as a wistful smile played across her face. "I left before you woke, because I didn't want to spoil it; you know, in case you woke up and decided you really didn't want me to be there."

Kevin smiled, but inside he felt shame and regret, remembering how he woke up alone, confused, and concerned only with his neighborhood rep.

"So, would you tell me, Kevin? It's important.  Did you mean those things you said?"

Kevin thought of his friends, the people in the neighborhood, and their snickers.  He looked into Penny's eyes, and then he looked away.

"Did you?" she asked again.

He looked into her eyes again.  They were brown-hazel, and they were pretty. "Yeah, Penny.  I meant every word."

Her smile nearly broke his heart.  He held her hand. "Look, Penny, I don't know what you want to do about this.  You know, I've been thinking of leaving the old neighborhood, and looking for work out west."

"Oh, but I can't come with you, Kevin," she said.

"Huh?"

"You were going to ask me to come with you, weren't you?"

"Well, I thought, maybe—if you wanted to get away ..."

"Kevin, you're sweet.  I've had sex before, but it was with boys who didn't really like me, they just wanted to say they did it.  I didn't like it.  But, you were so nice, and you made me feel so special and pretty ..."

"Well, you are, Penny."

"I know.  Now I really know.  I have this aunt.  She's a real character.  Been married five times to these rich guys.  She's single again.  Anyway, she promised my Mom before she died that she'd take care of me.  She's a nut, but lots of fun.  She wants to give me some kind of big makeover.  She used to tell me I was pretty, but, what the heck? She's my aunt, right?"

Kevin just nodded.

"But, for you to tell me I'm pretty, and all those other sweet things—you being a real nice guy, yourself—well, now I believe it.  I'm going to go live with my aunt.  Maybe I'll meet a nice guy some day, like you, Kevin.  But, you'll always be the one I remember; the one I'll say my prayers for.  Thanks."

Penny stood and touched Kevin's face.  Then she stepped through the door and was gone.

Kevin stood slowly and made his way back to the bar.  Neil still sported his shit-eating grin.

"Aw, what's the matter, Kev? I guess the wedding's off, huh?"

Kevin glared back and Neil laughed. "Aw, c'mon, Kev.  I just been yanking your chain, like everyone else who saw you leave with her.  Nobody really believes you did her."

Neil leaned closer to Kevin. "Christ, who'd want to fuck Penny Gagliardi anyway?"

Kevin tossed a handful of bills on the bar. "You know, Neil, you're a real fucking asshole."

Kevin turned without another word and started toward the door.  He didn't even acknowledge Neil when he shouted after him, "Well, fuck you too!"

As the bar door swung closed, Neil shrugged at the pool players. "What I say?"

They shrugged in response, and continued their game.

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