Watching TV Rots Your Brains Pt. 02

"I, no, no ma'am. I, I like having a um, you know," Malone blushed.

"A penis?" Dr. Wolfe asked, black eyes twinkling at Malone's discomfort.

"So, what would you recommend?" Judy asked again.

"First, let's do some measurements. I also want to do a full physical," Dr. Wolf said.

At twelve fifteen, mother and son left Dr. Wolfe's office and strolled to Micklewhite's Deli & Meat Market three doors down in the strip mall. At the door, Malone let out an exhausted breath and mother and son shared a smile.

Malone smiled softly as the young man behind the cash register could not take his eyes off of Malone. He thanked the man and carried both drinks to where an amused Judy waited.

"God, I don't even have any makeup on," Malone whispered to Judy.

"Don't look like he minded too much," Judy whispered in reply.

"So, Monday. Nervous?" Judy asked when the young man brought them their sandwiches.

"Thank you; hope we see y'all again," the young man said to Malone, a hot blush coloring his face.

"Oh my God yes," Malone responded to his mother's question. "I mean I...it would be like a whole new life."

"Well, we have a whole week get you some new outfits," Judy said, shaking her head. "I, I honestly cannot believe...oh well."

"Okay, put in three bids," Ingalls said when Judy and Malone entered the home through the garage. "This condo in Swift Falls; that's nineteen miles from campus; owes thirty thousand to the IRS. There's this log cabin, Mom, look at this; Twenty two hundred square feet; God, it's gorgeous. It's in Gregeirre; in Pudryss County. Owner died, son don't want it, said make him an offer so I put in fifty thousand, comes with twenty acres, even has a creek running through it. Hey Malone, you going go skinny dipping in the creek?"

Gregeirre? Oh, that's only fourteen miles from campus," Malone said, looking at the listing on his phone. "Oh my God; it is gorgeous!"

"And this last one, it's an apartment building," Ingalls said. "It's right there in Norwill. Just give one of the tenants thirty days' notice and move in when you get there; When's your semester start?"

August ninth," Malone said, now looking at the apartment complex. "How much on the apartment building?"

"Taxes; owes forty six thousand," Ingalls said.

"Uh, ever think what happens you get all three?" Judy asked.

"Then you loan him the money," Ingalls said.

"Mighty handy with MY money there," Judy said, swatting her daughter on the backside. "Spaghetti for supper all right?"

Friday evening, Malone showered after a strenuous Tae Kwon Do workout. His cell phone jangled just as he finished brushing his long hair.

"Hello?" Malone asked.

"Hey, I uh, hi Malone, hey, you doing anything?" Andrea White stammered.

Andrea White was a very cute brunette that had come to a few of Malone's birthday parties and other parties at the McNaughton home. She had sparkling blue eyes, and cute freckles as well as a pouting smile. Her thick brown hair reached down to her calves; Malone would have loved to comb his fingers through her hair.

"You like Brick's Hawaiian Island?" Malone asked. "And then I'll let you beat me at miniature golf?"

"Let me? Let me? Oh no, bitch," Andrea laughed. "I might let you win."

"I thought you were, oh, whatever; just remember water my plants," Cassidy agreed when Malone asked to borrow her apartment again.

"I, I don't even know if we'll, you know. But yeah, I'll run by and do the plants," Malone agreed.

"And hey! Don't give me no shit about my furniture, hear?" Cassidy said as Malone remembered to grab Cassidy's clean bedding.

Andrea's step-father was openly hostile toward Malone when Malone showed up, wearing a pink and white striped top, distressed jeans, and four inch heels. The fact that Malone did not get angry or upset at John Tottini's words made John even more aggressive.

"God, I, I'm so sorry about him," Andrea said, angry tears threatening to spill.

"Why? Andrea, that's on him. That's on him, not you," Malone said, hitting the fob for the car's doors.

Malone leaned against Andrea as he moved to open her door for her. He lightly brushed Andrea's lips with his own painted lips.

"By the way, you look, that, that blouse is your color," Malone said softly into Andrea's ear.

"I uh, oh!" Andrea squeaked, clamping her thighs together.

At Brick's Pizzeria, Andrea agreed to get the Hawaiian Island, but asked if they could add jalapeno peppers. Looking into Malone's eyes, Andrea took Malone's hand and softly said she had hoped they could have gone to the Spring Prom together.

"I mean, yeah, I know, you was already in college, but still..." Andrea said.

"All righty, y'all 'bout ready order?" the waitress asked, looking at the two young girls' entwined hands.

The Hawaiian Island, mm large? Andrea, large? Large, add jalapenos," Malone ordered, not releasing Andrea's hand.

"Whew! I got a feeling I'm going hate you tomorrow," Malone admitted, wiping his sweating face.

"Oh you big baby," Andrea teased and kissed him. "Now, come on, ready get your butt beat?"

"Girlfriend, Tiger Woods? Calls me and says, 'hey buddy, can you teach me how to golf?'" Malone bragged.

"You wish," Andrea said and kissed Malone hotly.

The employee at Ozarks Mini-Golf just smiled as the two girls claimed they would beat the other. She wished them a good game and turned to greet another customer.

"Hmm, eighty four and you got..." Andrea taunted as they returned the putters to the small stand.

"Oh, it was seventy, right?" Malone said, taking her hand.

"You wish!" Andrea laughed, kissing him.

"I uh, so, you, what you want do now?" Andrea asked as Malone started his car.

"I, I, need run by my sister's apartment real quick," Malone said.

She home?" Andrea asked, voice a whisper.

"Hmm? No, no, she just had her baby? She's at our house so my mom can help her," Malone said. "Needs me to water her plants, get her mail, that kind of stuff."

In Cassidy's apartment, Andrea helped Malone put the clean sheets on the bed. Then she grabbed the spray bottle and watered the herb garden and the three marijuana plants.

"Okay, I guess that's...mmph!" Malone said then grunted when Andrea pulled him against her lush body and jammed her tongue into his mouth.

Andrea gently pushed Malone onto the neatly made bed. She then pushed him to recline on the bed and straddled him. She brought her mouth down and kissed him deeply. As her fingers unbuttoned his blouse.

The two said nothing as they rubbed against each other. Malone softly grabbed Andrea's hands and forced her to slow down; her movements were frenzied.

He smiled and gently rolled her from her kneeling position onto her back against Cassidy's mound of pillows. He then slid his pumps from his feet and rolled to lay next to Andrea. Gently, he took her face into his hands and softly kissed her.

"Mm, oh, Malone," Andrea sighed, the first words spoken since their kisses began.

"Mm hmm, you, you know, you're my first," Malone whispered into Andrea's ear as he deftly unsnapped her bra.

"Mm, oh God," Andrea moaned as Malone's hot mouth descended onto her hard nipple.

Malone could taste Andrea's unscented lotion, could taste a trace of the floral perfume she wore as his tongue traced around her large areolae, flicked against her hard nipple. He did not care for the scent; it had a strong smell of alcohol underneath the obviously fake floral scent. Malone did like the smell of her sweat, though.

Malone gently bit down on her nipple, then kissed from her right nipple to her left nipple. Andrea gasped and thrust her breast hard against Malone's mouth.

"Mm, oh, oh Malone," Andrea gasped out as Malone eased the zipper of her snug jeans down.

Malone wiggled out of his own jeans and panties as he slowly pulled Andrea's jeans down her slightly chubby legs. She wore no panties and gave Malone a cheeky smile when he looked into her eyes.

"I, you have to show me; I want to please you," Malone whispered, kissing Andrea's beautiful mouth again.

Malone kissed from Andrea's lips to her breasts, from her hard nipples down over her soft belly toward her triangle of stiff curls. He wiggled and knee-walked around and knelt between Andrea's splayed legs.

"I um, oh, okay, use, use your, you know, kind of open me up," Andrea gasped as Malone's breath blew over her puffy inner lips.

The smell was of sweat; Malone decided he liked the aroma wafting up from her wet sex. Malone had heard his sisters telling crude jokes to one another about how a woman's vagina smelled, but Malone found the smell enticing.

He figured out how to use his thumbs to pull Andrea's lips open. Without coaching from Andrea, Malone delved his tongue into her, drawing from bottom to top. He gathered her essences onto his tongue and savored the flavor before delving in to gather more.

"Mm, ack, that! That augh, that little bump there? Ack! Yes! That, little, mm, that bump, lick it," Andrea gasped, grunted and moaned as Malone continued to lap at her sex.

Again, Malone remembered the crude jokes, and the whispered confidences of his sisters and put that knowledge to work. Andrea was already gasping and bucking when he'd found her clitoris. After a few moments of teasing her clitoris with his tongue, Malone had Andrea grunting and thrusting her pelvis hard against his face.

"Augh oh Jesus mother fucker ack!" Andrea screamed, wrapping her thighs around Malone's head.

Malone felt Andrea's lips flower open, felt a spray of warm liquid on his face. He had enough sense to gently back away from Andrea's clitoris while she bucked and thrashed.

The moment Andrea's thighs weakly fell from his head, Malone again found Andrea's clitoris with his tongue. He then pulled the nub into his mouth and sucked forcefully.

"Augh oh my fucking God yes!" Andrea screamed out, clamping her thighs around Malone's head again.

You ate pussy before," Andrea accused, almost sullenly when Malone pulled his head from between her legs.

"No; you, you're a wonderful teacher," Malone said, sitting up.

"That, is that, oh my God," Andrea said, getting her first look at Malone's hard cock.

Malone's hard cock was easily twice the size of Steven Lutcher's, Andrea's last boyfriend. Sluggishly, Andrea rolled onto her side, then pulled herself onto her knees. She crawled the two steps to where Malone knelt at the foot of the bed. She rose and pulled Malone in for a deep kiss.

Her hand dropped to grasp Malone's hard cock and she stroked the member a few times.

Then Andrea pulled her mouth from Malone's mouth and bent to take Malone's meat into her mouth.

"Mm, oh!" Malone grunted as Andrea wrapped her mouth loosely around the first four inches of his cock.

Andrea used plenty of tongue as she slobbered around Malone's cock. She did appreciate the fact that Malone obviously cleaned himself.

"Mm!" Andrea screamed as Malone reached and bobbled Andrea's hanging breasts.

Malone didn't grab her breasts. He didn't roughly squeeze her breasts as if he was trying to break them. He didn't dig his fingernails into her tender flesh. He hefted, caressed, and fondled her hanging breasts.

"Mm, God!" Andrea screamed as Malone tugged her sensitive nipples.

Andrea was close to orgasm, just from Malone's breast-play. Of course, sucking his cock also had her on the edge of orgasm.

"Andrea, Sweetheart, I'm, I'm about to..." Malone warned.

Andrea screamed in her throat as Malone's fingers found her clitoris and gave her bump a brisk rub. She almost coked as Malone's perm blasted into her mouth.

"God yes, yes, oh God," Andrea panted as Malone's limp cock slid from her mouth.

Malone's next move shocked Andrea. He eased them both against the mound of pillows, then kissed her. His tongue entered her mouth, seeking her tongue. Then he sucked on her tongue, even though she had just had his cock in her mouth, had just swallowed a mouthful of his sperm.

"You, you're hard already?" Andrea gasped as she felt Malone's hard cock pressing into her side.

"You're beautiful. You're sexy; I want you," Malone said in way of explanation.

"Here, let's..." Andrea said, spreading her legs.

"Hang on; I got some condoms in my bag," Malone said.

Andrea was grateful Malone had thought of this; she had not thought of using protection. She watched as he rolled a condom onto his erection, then spread her legs for him.

Malone crouched between Andrea's legs, propping himself onto his left elbow. With a few soft kisses to her lips, Malone brought the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. With another kiss to her lips, Malone pushed forward.

"Mm, augh, oh!" Malone cried out as his cock was enveloped in a warm glove.

"Mm, mm yes," Andrea groaned as Malone slowly pushed himself into her.

Malone needed no coaching. Instinct told him to bury himself in Andrea's pussy, push himself fully into her. He pushed until his smooth crotch rested firmly against her stiff hairs. He kissed her softly, resting much of his weight on his left elbow while his right hand traced over her pretty face.

"Oh, oh, I, oh," Andrea panted, feeling a pleasant warmth beginning to build in her guts.

Malone slowly pulled himself out of her, his right hand now playing with her breasts. They continued to kiss, Andrea opening her mouth in invitation.

"Mm hmm, oh, oh Andrea," Malone moaned as he again pushed himself into her.

"Oh you, oh, oh God, augh, mm," Andrea panted.

Malone gave a small wiggle of his hips, then began to pull himself out of her. His right hand continued to play with her breasts and belly as they thrust their tongues into each other's mouths.

"Oh dear God, oh my fucking Jesus, God damn!" Andrea screamed out and locked her legs around Malone's slender waist.

A moment later, Malone groaned as he pumped his seed into his condom.

"There, there's just no way I'm your first," Andrea panted.

Malone disposed of the condom, then fixed them some of Cassidy's powdered lemonade. They lay in the bed, sipping their drinks and lightly touching one another. Andrea laughed happily as Malone's cock again grew to full erection.

"There's, I really want try..." Malone said, positioning Andrea onto hands and knees.

"I uh, you ain't going stick it up my butt, huh?" Andrea asked nervously.

"Oh! Oh, you do have the butt for it," Malone said.

"It's too big," Andrea claimed.

"Uh, too big for a mouse, maybe," Malone said. "Andrea, I know plenty of girls would kill for a butt like that."

They both groaned when Malone slipped his condom covered cock into her from behind. Malone was not as gentle and patient with Andrea this time. He grabbed her swinging swaying breasts and pulled himself into her, then backed out and rammed forward.

"Shit! Augh, Malone! Oh God yes," Andrea cried out.

Malone's rough treatment was a surprise. Andrea felt her insides responding to Malone's aggressiveness.

"Augh, oh, oh, oh!" Andrea grunted as Malone insinuated a finger into her rectum.

Within moments of entering her, Malone was pounding Andrea's sloppy pussy hard and fast. He had three fingers jammed into her anus as he fucked her furiously. Andrea's arms had given up holding her upright and her face and shoulders lay against Cassidy's soft, fluffy comforter.

"God yes," Malone cried out and filled his condom.

"I, you want to, you can fuck my ass," Andrea weakly moaned as Malone pulled his shrinking cock from her.

"Next time," Malone giggled. "It's almost eleven thirty now."

"Shit!" Andrea giggled. "I, damn! Is it really?"

"I, so what you want do tomorrow?" Malone asked as they pulled in front of Andrea's home.

"Mm, oh! I'm sorry; I'm going out with Nicholas tomorrow," Andrea said.

"I, oh. Okay. Wait, Nicholas? Cohen?" Malone asked as he opened her door.

"Yeah," Andrea agreed.

"I, I thought he was going out with Pamela Purdt?" Malone asked as they walked to Andrea's door.

"Uh huh," Andrea shrugged.

"I, but, Andrea, he's going out with...and you're going go out with him?" Malone asked, troubled by her casual demeanor.

"Hey, ain't my fault that fat ass can't hold onto her man," Andrea shrugged.

"I uh, oh okay, see you later," Malone said and left without kissing her good night.

"Bad news," Ingalls told Malone at the breakfast table the next morning.

"Hit me with it," Malone sighed.

"That condo in Swift Falls? Someone beat us to it," Ingalls said, eyes dancing.

"Buuut..." Malone said, deducing that there was more to Ingalls's announcement.

"But we got the log cabin! And that apartment building," Ingalls crowed.

"Oh my God; you're kidding!" Judy said excitedly.

"Shit! Mom, I got enough money for that?" Malone asked.

"You better; I already paid for them," Ingalls said. "You owe me ninety six."

"You got enough," Judy assured Malone. "Now, twenty two hundred square feet? Now that's going be fun keeping that clean."

"Get him one them roombas," Cassidy suggested, tiredly sitting at the table. "God! Mom, when babies start sleeping the whole night?"

"When they go off to college," Judy teased.

"Okay, she'll be the youngest kid in college," Cassidy yawned.

"'Bout four months or so," Judy said, putting a bowl of oatmeal in front of Ingalls.

"Oh. Just in time for the school year," Cassidy said and nodded as Judy put a bowl of oatmeal down in front of her.

"Mm hmm. And believe me? First time it happens you'll be frantic thinking something's wrong. And, don't you even dare think of putting my baby in day care, you hear?" Judy said, putting a bowl of oatmeal in front of Malone. "She comes here."

That evening, Malone turned Tommy down when Tommy suggested they go to Cassidy's apartment. Not wanting to sit around and watch television with his mother, Malone looked on-line and saw that there was an art showing at Myndee University. He found a light blue silk jacket, a cream colored blouse and a pair of button fly khakis. Neither Ingalls nor Judy wanted to go, and Cassidy was too tire, so Malone went by himself.

There were only a few people wandering around, so Malone was able to take his time, looking at various pieces. He was standing in front of a sketch, admiring how the artist had apparently used one stroke of the pen to create the entire sketch when he felt someone near him.

"That, you look, you can see it's just one long line," a male voice said.

"I know; it, that's really something," Malone said, turning to face the speaker.

Malone smiled, recognizing the young man that had manned the cash register at Micklewhite's Deli & Meat Market. The young man blushed hotly, but returned Malone's smile.

"I forget what it's called. I keep wanting to say 'calligraphy' but I know that's not right," Malone said.

"It's called 'contour,' an attractive older woman said. "I admire the effort, but the subject matter leaves me a bit, mm, oh, what's the word? Unsettled? Perturbed?"

"Mm, yes, I, I'm really not a fan of denigrating religious beliefs and customs," Malone agreed. "It's fine if you choose not to believe, but don't mock those that do believe."

"Precisely," the woman agreed and moved to the next displayed piece of art.

"Hi, I, uh I'm Forsythe uh Forsythe Lyles," the young man said.

"Forsythe?" Malone asked, blue eyes twinkling.

"I uh, yeah, my mom was a fan of..." Forsythe said.

"Dynasty?" Malone guessed. "John Forsythe. Blake Carrington. My mom too."

"No kidding? Usually when I say 'Forsythe' most people assume the writer," Forsythe smiled.

"Mm, that would have been my next guess," Malone agreed, pausing in front of a charcoal sketch. "Now, this. I just don't care for this. Too flat."

"And your name is..." Forsythe asked after nodding his head in agreement with Malone's assessment of the sketch.

"Hmm? Oh! I'm sorry. I'm..." Malone said, then looked around to make sure they were not being listened to. "Malone. Malone Pierce McNaughton."