Gaylen the Dead is banging someone....

While the hot summer dragged on, Helly, Warrie, Beachy and I suffered through it, never straying far from our post where we could monitor Gaylen the Dead. Helly even expected us to stay home from an invitation to the lake or the river to go swimming.
Of course we didn't and she'd stay behind alone, angry at us for abandoning our mission and even more upset that she hadn't discovered who Gaylen the Dead was having sex with while we were gone.
She became obsessed with finding out.

She'd follow him everywhere, keeping a distance but staying where she could keep an eye on him. He'd walk up the road to the general store and buy a coke. Then he'd sit out front on the porch of the store and drink his coke,looking up the road toward the couple of houses that sat there.
And he'd sit.
And sit....
And sit....
AND SIT!!!!

Finally, he'd get up and go home.

Helly would always say, "What is he sitting there for? He's not even doing anything!"
She'd become annoyed and rant about how he was wasting her time and why didn't he just go ahead and screw his little girlfriend so we could find out who it was.

The houses that sat near the store were occupied by kids, but none of them were Gaylen the Dead's age. So it wasn't possible that he was going up there to meet anyone.The closest girls that were his age lived right up the street from us at the Valhalla house.
Why do I call it the Valhalla house? Well, the couple who lived there had tried in vain to have a son. During the multiple attempts, they had produced five beautiful, blonde haired, blue eyed visions of scandinavian goddesses. These beauties were angelic looking and since they looked the part, they acted the part.They were all pillars of the Lutheran church and the most of the Luther League consisted of them and their friends. You could practically see their halo's as they walked with their perfect posture out to the car on Sunday mornings.

The youngest girl was Warrie's age and the rest of them were older like Gaylen the Dead. Of course we didn't think that any of the four older girls would have anything to do with him. The youngest didn't even have anything to do with us. We got "dirty" and we ate junk food and walked around with skinned knees. She wouldn't have anything to do with that. She preferred the quiet company of Corvette (on the occasion she wanted to hang out with someone her own age.)

It just wasn't possible that Gaylen the Dead was getting laid by anyone in our neighborhood.

Helly decided that it must be someone he went to high school with. And since he didn't have a car and he never invited anyone over, the chances of us catching him was doubtful. So we gave up following him and found other things to occupy our time.

A few days later, we found ourselves crawling through the field of wildflowers that sat next to the post office. We had decided to spy on the people coming in and out of the post office and store (which sat right across the road from it.) We went up the road and ran through the yard with the mean dog and then dove into the field and crawled through it on our bellies for what seemed like a mile but was probably more like nine yards.
We laid there, watching people come and go for roughly an hour and then grew tired of it. Beachy suggested we leave and go across the street to buy cokes.
Just then Helly saw Gaylen the Dead walking up the road.
"Everyone stay down!", she spat at us.
We watched Gaylen the Dead go into the store and then emerge with a coke.
Then he sat.
"He's just going to sit there again," whined Beachy.
"I'm not going to stay here and waste my time." said Warrie.
"Shut up and wait five minutes!", Helly barked.

A couple of minutes passed and then someone came walking down the road. It was Breathy. She and her husband and their two sons lived on the hill next to the store. We called her Breathy because she always talked like she was running out of breath...her bullet titties heaving with every word she spoke.

We watched her walk into the store and when she came out, she stopped and spoke to Gaylen the Dead. Then he got up and followed her, carrying her bag of groceries.

We watched them walk up the street and then go into Breathy's house. A few minutes passed and no one came out.
Then five minutes more...still no one.
Then ten minutes passed.
Gaylen the Dead was STILL inside.

"Woah! That is weird!" said Warrie.
"SHUSH!", spat Helly. "We're going to run up there to their house and see what's going on!"

We jumped up and ran at break-neck speed across the road and over Breathy's lawn. We crept around the house, breathing heavy from running with sweat pouring off our bodies.

"Stop breathing so hard! I can't hear anything!" complained Helly.

We all held our breath and then we heard it....moaning.

We all looked at eachother and blinked.
We followed the moaning sound to right outside a window that had a screen in it. Then we heard the springs of a bed squeaking rhythmically and more moaning.
We were sure it was Breathy.

"Find something for me to stand on so I can look in the window," said Helly.
"There isn't anything," I said.
"Then you guys need to get on your hands and knees and let me stand on you."

We did as we were told and Helly climbed on mine and Beachy's backs, while Warrie tried to help her keep her balance.
Helly looked in the window and gasped.
"WHAT IS IT?" Warrie whispered in a loud whisper voice.

Helly stood motionless and kept staring in the window.
The moaning got louder.
My back was hurting and I could feel Beachy shifting.
"I CAN'T HOLD YOU MUCH LONGER! " I loud whispered to Helly.
Then there was louder moaning with a man's throaty moan thrown into it.
The Helly got down and said, "RUN!"

We jumped up and ran like we were crazy, running down the road and past the store all the way home to Helly's house.

As we caught our breath, Warrie asked Helly, "Whhh...whaa...what did yooo...you...see?"

Helly waited until she caught her breath and then looked at us, one by one.
"Gaylen the Dead was fucking Breathy! I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES!"

Now we weren't the smartest kids around, but it doesn't take a smart kid to know that a boy in high school and a married woman who's almost thirty shouldn't be having sex.

We were all speechless...well...all of us except for Helly.

"I bet he learned how to make her moan like that from reading all those stupid porn mags." she said.

"I don't want to think about it," said Beachy. It's gross.
"Yeah," said Warrie."I'm hungry. I'm going home."

We all left Helly at her house to contemplate her discovery and decide what to do about it.

Helly decided not to do anything about it. Instead we all spied on Gaylen the Dead and Breathy having sex.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking but we were bad kids.

The multiple times we spied on them and watched, Beachy and I only looked in the window twice. The only thing I ever saw was Gaylen the Dead's white ass pumping up and down with him on top of a moaning Breathy and then one time I saw his face buried between her legs while she moaned and used her hands to pull on her nipples.

The whole thing kind of grossed Beachy and I out and we didn't see the fascination with it, so we stopped going with Helly and Warrie to watch them. But Helly and Warrie seemed to like the whole thing so they kept going to watch. They would laugh about it while telling Beachy and I what they'd seen and then they'd disappear into Helly's room and lock the door.

Who knows?

This went on all summer.

Then school started and I think that was the end of it. Gaylen the Dead would go to school all day and by the time he got home, Breathy's kids would be home and I don't think there was any time for them to screw around anymore. Apparently her kids had been at some kind of summer camp program during the days that she was "entertaining" Gaylen the Dead at her house.

And that was that...