"Cops and Robbers" {Uther} (MF b-voy) 

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resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental. 
  
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                        Cops and Robbers 
                       by Uther Pendragon 
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


Craig ran down the alley away from the street and ducked 
to his left.  He wiggled through the gap in the Wilsons' back 
gate. Away from the bright yellow glare of the alley lights, the 
slow summer dusk was already turning to night.  Soon, his mother 
would be calling him home. 

But two of the guys from the next block had shot him before 
dinner, and he wanted to get a couple of them before their 
mothers called them home.  The new tenants at ground level 
probably wouldn't raise a fuss at his being in the yard; they 
certainly wouldn't know his name if they did.  That left the old 
couple upstairs to worry about.  Mrs. Wilson would scream at him 
if she saw him in her yard.  Even worse, she would scream at him 
by name, letting everybody know where he was. 

He got across the back yard unseen, though.  Now all he had to 
do was to sidle along the side of the building.  The Wilsons 
wouldn't see him from upstairs, and the kids in the street 
wouldn't be looking for him here.  He had, however, to avoid a 
faint light from one of the downstairs rooms.  He ducked down to 
crawl under the window level.  A woman's voice froze him.  "What 
are you doing down there?" she asked. 

Before Craig could begin to think of an answer, a man replied, 
"You mean that you can't feel?"  The two of them, Craig realized, 
were a few feet the other side of the window above him.  He lay 
motionless. 

"Come up here," the woman said.  "I need you!"  Something 
sounded like bedsprings, and then someone grunted. 

Suddenly suspicious, Craig risked rising on the far side of 
the window.  The light, which was coming from the room beyond, 
lit the window screen more than the bed against the far wall.  
Still, with a little peering, Craig could see the woman lying on 
the bed. 

Her knee was raised and her hip was mostly concealed by folds 
of sheet.  He could see her breast, including most of its tip.  
This exciting development, however, was less important than the 
position of the man.  He was between her legs, moving slowly back 
and forth above her. 

They were doing it!  Despite her stillness and his slow 
motion, they were both breathing heavily.  As he watched, her 
hips rose from the bed, and his drove them back down into the 
mattress. "Oh!" she said. 

"Bang!" somebody said from the street.  "Got you, Craig." 

He couldn't let the couple hear.  He ran to the gate, swung it 
open, and eased it shut.  In the middle of the public sidewalk, 
he turned to face Davy from the next block. 

"I got you fair and square," shouted Davy.  "Craig's a 
cheat." 

When Davy fired again, Craig writhed onto the sidewalk in a 
dramatic death scene.  As long as it happened out here, it didn't 
really matter that much.  


The end
Cops and Robbers
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2000/11/10
2001/08/21
2002/02/04
2003/04/04
2004/03/04
2010/04/12


For a longer story involving voyeurism -- 
albeit listening -- see:
now.txt 
"For Now." 

This is one of a trio of stories about very 
early eroticism.  Another story in the trio 
is:
show.txt 
"Show & Tell"  

For another story about another young man 
during another period in history, see:
apprenti.txt 
"The Apprentice"  

This story is indexed on the subdirectory: 
yl.txt 
Young Love  


The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm