Birdy

through my nose. And, I can’t believe it; I’m getting a hard-on! All this crazy stuff and it goes straight to the old dong. I try to cross my legs, to hide it, maybe to crank it down, but there’s no fooling Doris. She’s shoving her stomach right into it! She moans and pushes her tongue in deeper. She takes her arms from around me and I think maybe we’ve done our share for the Prom and it’s all over, but she’s pulling down the top of that dress and those tits pop out. They stick more to the outside now that they’re loose. They look better than the ones in the National Geographic.
    She leans back and I stare at them. There aren’t any freckles on them, at least not by the dash light.
    It’s then I know I could do it. I not only could, I want to do it. I want to fuck Doris. At the same time, I start thinking of Perta. Iwant to do it the first time with Perta. I want to do it the first time with my wife, not with Doris. Doris could never be a wife to me, all I’d be doing is fucking Doris’s tits, her tongue, her cunt.
    Doris keeps trying but I’m finished. I go on kissing her and I hold her tits in my hands, and stroke them a bit. Doris breathes hard and cries but we don’t say anything. At last, she sits up, and tucks the tits back into her dress. It’s getting on to two o’clock. We’ve been kissing away for almost an hour.
    We have one hell of a time turning that car around. I get out to direct her. There’s no room, and Doris isn’t much good at backing up. We get stuck twice before we get out. We drive up her driveway at two-thirty. Was that pale, gray man going to shoot me for almost fucking his daughter and keeping her out late? The car is probably all scratched up from brambles and branches, too.
    We kiss an ordinary non-vampire good-night kiss before we get out of the car. Doris asks ‘if she’ll see me again’. I say, ‘Sure. I’ll see you at school.’ I see her every day there. We’re in the same geometry class.
    She has a key and lets herself in. Her mother is still up and says she’ll drive me home. All the streetcars and buses are shut down. I tell her I don’t live far and I’ll walk home. She doesn’t insist too much. She wants to get all the details from Doris. I wonder how much Doris tells her. You never know with rich people like that.
    I’m glad to have the four-mile walk. It gives me time to think. I hope I didn’t hurt Doris’s feelings, but I’m glad I didn’t fuck her. I want to get into my dream with Perta. I sneak up the back stairs without waking anybody. It’s four o’clock when I last look at the clock by my bed.
     
    When I come into the dream, it’s late. The sun is setting. Perta is flying from one of the two middle perches to the other. I watch her a minute, then fly down to her.
    ‘I’ve been looking for you, Birdy. Where have you been? How is it you are here sometimes and sometimes you are not? I do not understand. Do you go outside the cage? Do you fly alone out there? Aren’t you afraid? Couldn’t you take me with you?’
    ‘No, Perta. I do not fly out there.’
    I can’t answer the rest of her questions. She looks so beautiful to me. She’s against the light so I see the lovely curve of her breast and back. Inside myself, I can feel the restlessness arising.
    I approach and Perta squats on the perch and starts peep-peep-peep ing to me. Her wings are fluttering in expectation. It’s time for me to feed her. I’m the same as Alfonso; I can’t do it. I want to, but I can’t bring food up into my mouth. I’ve always hated to vomit. The boy is getting in the way of the bird.
    Perta stays there, patiently waiting to be fed. I try once more and it comes. The bird gains control and it’s as easy as flying or singing. I give her food and Perta is happy. She peep-peep-peeps some more. I give her more food. I sing and approach her. She squats down further. I’m not ready yet. I feed her again. Partly it’s wanting to make it last as long as possible. Perta doesn’t say anything and we fly together all the night long. I sing and feed her till the morning when I wake up.
    The next day, I’m tired from being out so late. My mother keeps asking questions but I don’t tell her much. I’m cleaning the cages when Al comes over. I’ve put twelve more young birds in the other flight cage. I still haven’t lost any of the young ones. The breeding cages are in full swing. With the sound of babies hollering to be fed, and the males