Dominic Cappello stood on the stoop of the tenement and watched
Carmen, the kid upstairs, come along the sidewalk and mount the steps.
He was eighteen and she only fourteen. She didn't look at him. He eyed
her because somehow she seemed a little more grown up. She seemed
filled out. On the spur of the moment he invited her to the movies.
She looked surprised and stared at him to see if he was kidding.
“C'mon, I mean it,” he said.
She paused, undecided, blinking at him with large, liquid eyes, her
tongue in the corner of her mouth. She smiled. “Yeh, all right. But I
gotta go tell th'old lady.”
He nodded and she ran up the stairs into the house. Carmen was dark
and lithe. He turned and watched her hips. Pretty good. Not as much
meat on them as some of the other dames, but she had a nice, round look
to her.
He whistled, looking at the street. Joey was someplace downtown—he
and Joey ran together and had since he could remember. He had hardly
any dough, not enough to ask the older girls out. What the fuck, Carmen
was a girl. She knew he hung out at Hymie's Bar where a lot of the
hoods went. She'd be impressed by an older guy asking her out.
He didn't care what the picture was. They sat upstairs in the balcony
so he could smoke. He gave her a cigarette like it was the most natural
thing and she choked on it a little, but smoked it all.
“You ain't a kid no more,” he said.
She liked that. He put his arm around her and she snuggled up close.
It was pretty dark. He held her tightly and moved his free hand up from
her waist and explored her breasts. They were smallish, firm and warm.
She sucked in her breath first, but rubbed her cheek against his and
let him feel. He unfastened her blouse and slipped his hand inside,
pinching her nipples lightly. She giggled and moved in her chair.
She's a hot one, he thought. You can tell a hot gash by the way they
respond. She kissed him with her full mouth and didn't object when he
slipped his tongue between her lips.
Half way through the movie he ran his hand up her thigh under the
skirt. She let him feel—all the way up to her crotch. She was wearing
tight panties. He couldn't get past them. He rubbed her twat and she
writhed. His cock was hard as iron.
When they walked home he took her around by Broome Avenue, talking
steadily about the guys he knew: Big Guys, like Lupo Picchi, and
Nutchy. He didn't know Nutchy but she was impressed. What was she gonna
do, ask him? Lupo collected numbers for the Combine, and race bets.
Lupo's guys came around to the tenement. Carmen's Mom played the
numbers.
When they came to Yoine's Drugstore he took her down the short alley
to the back, behind the store. It was quiet there. The dark tenements
ringed them, but no one could see into the little cul de sac. He and
Joey used to sneak in here and jack-off—sometimes they'd take a girl
in and feel her.
He sat Carmen on a box and sat beside her, leaning against the wall,
smoking.
“How come you 'ast me, Dom—t'night?”
He smiled and hugged her and kissed her cheek. “1 like you, baby. I
been looking at you for a long time.”
“You're not kiddin'?”
“Hell no.” He had her blouse unfastened again, and his hand over the
bare titties. They felt smooth, warm and good. They even bounced a
little. He'd noticed her, sure, the way he noticed his own sister,
Tina. They, Tina and Carmen, were the same age.
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