Straight to the Basement

 Freddy skipped and hopped and trilled, much to Faye's delight.  She liked the easiness of the old man, the fun he liked to have, and determination to remain vibrant and alive that was lacking from so many at the Mission.  She found herself frolicking alongside him as they meandered through the back alleys of Fawndale's business district.  She knew that it was only 10 AM and that she might be spotted, but she was far, far too drunk to care.

   Freddy, to his credit, was also far, far too drunk to care about the consequences.  He laughed when he shouldered open the back door to the VFW and led Faye down a flight of dark stairs.  He fumbled for the light at the bottom and found the door down a narrow hallway.

   "Where are we, Freddy?" Faye said with a chuckle.  He smiled his wicked smile and opened the door to the small room he was squatting in.  A stained mattress with surprisingly nice sheets was against the corner, and a pile of empty Everclear bottles littered the opposite one.  A single bare lightbulb illuminated the room, and a milk crate served as a seat.  He took her by the hand and by the waist, and started to dance, ballroom style.  

   Faye laughed and twirled and her head spun.  She was giggling and looping around when she barely percieved  his hand sliding from her mid back to her ass.  "Whoops!" he said with a hearty laugh.  She laughed with him, two drunks to a pod.  Whoa!" he said as they crashed to the mattress with slight bounce.  Both of them burst out into laughter.  Freddy ran his hand along her bare side as they laughed, pushing the shirt upward.  He slid his hand under her bra and groped her right breast as they laughed.  His thick, calloused fingers found her puffy nipple as they laughed.  He insinuated himself between her pale legs and on top of her as they laughed.

   Faye felt the thick, pulsing bulge in his trousers grind against her sex, and stopped laughing.  His other hand slid under her shirt and cupped her other breast.  With deft fingers, he swirled her left nipple to erectness as he ground the tweed garment against her panties.

   "I...I'm not sure...." she said, slurringly.

   "It's alright.  Everyone makes a mistake once in a while.  I will promise this will be a mistake you are glad you made." he said.  Faye watched as he leaned back, swaying under the hooch's influence, and unzipped his pants.  He fumbled, tugged, and grunted, and finally pulled it out.

   Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened at the sight of it...