Disclaimers: The Wonder Years belong to New World Television and The
Black/Marlen Company. Playboy Magazine belongs to Mister Hugh Hefner and
Playboy Enterprises, Incorporated. This story is not-for-profit but I own

Date: 01/03/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, female solo sex, male solo sex,
male/female sex

Category: Het

Pairing: Kevin/Winnie

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Danica McKellar, who was
born on the Third day of January, 1975 and based on the Playmate Of The Month
pictorial in the July 1970 Issue of Playboy Magazine.

Summary: After they get their soaking wet selves over to the Arnold household
in order to get dried off, Kevin allows himself to tell Winnie about what he
had discovered in his parents' bedroom, while he was looking for something to
give to the Salvation Army.

Dedication: Happy 33rd Birthday to Danica McKellar! -- ATK 2008

Wonder Years: What Are You Waiting For, Kevin?
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

It was on a nice and warm Summer day within the late 1960s/early 1970s --
actually 1968-1973 -- that my parents -- Jack and Norma -- had left my sister
Karen in charge of the entire house and gone to see how Grandpa Albert Arnold
has been doing so far and they had taken my own brother Wayne with them and
it was a good thing that they had done so, because he had started being his
usual jerkish self again and I was suppossed to be relaxing during my Summer
break off from Robert F. Kennedy Junior High School.

Anyway, it was after I had stepped out of the house and gone over to the
baseball diamond that was next to the school, I was surprised to discover
that my very own best friend, a certain neurotic bookworm whose name was
Paul Joshua Pfeiffer was rolling himself around in the dirt to prove to
all of the other kids that he was not a nerd and it was -- instead --
causing him to make a bigger fool out of himself than usual and from what
I had seen, I was not the only one who had noticed that whole entire scene
and it was because I had spotted this one Robert F. Kennedy Junior High
School student known as Gwendolyn Cooper -- who I had once called
'Winnie' -- looking at what Paul was doing with a look of sadness on her

Well, thankfully enough, I was finally able to put a stop to the whole thing
by rushing myself over to the head janitor of the school and told him what
the other kids were making poor Paul do at the time, which had caused him to
rush over to that baseball diamond and told all of the other kids to leave
Paul alone and get a move-on or he would have no choice but to call their

And after I had noticed that some of the other kids had moved themselves away
from that scene and it was because they would rather go home and be bored out
of their minds than have themselves get into trouble with their parents, I
had noticed that Winnie was looking at me with a small smile on her face and
saying 'Thank you, Kevin' to me before she had started through Harper's Woods
in order to get herself home, which -- in turn -- had caused me to go into
those very same woods, gently tap my fingers on her shoulder and say, "Look,
Winnie. I really don't know if this is a bad time for me to do this but if
you really want to do so, I'm inviting you to come home with me and do some
really cool art project. Okay?"

But just as she was about to give me a little reminder as to why it wouldn't
be right for her to go to any boys' house at that time, the clouds in the sky
above the both of us had began to roll on in and start pouring down rain on
both Winnie and me, causing the both of us to quickly rush ourselves back
over to my house, where we had discovered that there was a note on the back
door from Karen telling me that she had gone over to see his male lover
Michael for a couple of minutes and that she would be back soon.

Yeah, right!Like I was able to believe that piece of bullshit!You see, if I'm
able to understand my own sister correctly, there are two things that Karen
has been unable to do during that time and they happen to be getting along
with our father and telling the truth about when she was going to be at a
friend's place, which means that she was going to be over at Michael's pad
for more than a couple of minutes and both Winnie and I had no choice but to
let ourselves in the Arnold homestead in order to get dry.

And of course, we were able to do so, for you see, I had reached inside one
of the flowerpots and took the spare housekey out of that pot just in time
for me to use that key to unlock and open the back door and allow myself and
Winnie to quickly get our soaking wet asses into the house and hope that none
of my neighbors would get the wrong idea and call the cops on us.

But as soon as I had turned my eyes toward the houses of my next door
neighbors and discovered that they had not been able to even get a small
glimpse at us, I had closed and locked the back door and let out a sigh of
relief before I had gone into the bathroom, where I had discovered that
Winnie has already started taking all of her clothes off and after I had
looked at myself and figured that it was not the time for me to be so
self-conscious, I had taken a deep breath and start taking all of my own
clothes off.

And while we were also hanging our soaking wet clothes on the
shower-curtain-rod to dry, I had taken a deep breath, looked over at Winnie
and said, "Say, Winnie. I really don't know if I should allow myself to tell
you this but I had stepped into my parents' bedroom to see if there were some
old clothes that my mom and dad would be able to let me give to the Salvation
Army, only to have me open one of my dad's boxes and discover that it was
filled with Playboy magazines with the latest issue that has the photos of a
nude Carol Willis as its Playmate of the Month and while I was thumbing
through that very magazine, I had suddenly began imagining you being that
Playboy Playmate from Texas. Look, Winnie. If I had started to offend you
with what I had just told you, then I really don't blame you for not wanting
to see me again."

But as soon as I had turned myself around and noticed that she was standing
right in front of me and had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of
her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand and asked,
"Well, what are you waiting for, Kevin?Are you going to come with me to your
room and fuck me or what?" which -- in turn -- had caused me to take a peek
out in the hallway and make sure that no one else was around before both
Winnie and I had moved ourselves out of the bathroom and into my bedroom,
where I had taken another good look at her wonderfully-built nude body and
began stroking my stiff cock right in front of her.

That was before I had moved himself closer to Winnie, kissed her ever so
passionately on the lips and started licking all over her nude body, which
had caused her to place her hands on my bare shoulders and say, "Aaaahhhh,
yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Kevin! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet
pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" before we had placed our nude bodies on the bed and
I had turned myself around and allowed Winnie to start sucking on my stone
hard dick, causing the both of us to suddenly realize that we were both
able to experience the one thing that we had never experienced with each
other before, for we were experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and
enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after I had placed my stiff cock inside her hot and steamy cunt
and began sucking on her stiff mounds, a sexually-charged Winnie had placed
her hands on my bare back and yelled at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES!
WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" before the both of us had started moving
ourselves harder and faster and allowed ourselves to cum and collapse due to
exhaustion and fall asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace.

But of course, that was before Wayne and my parents had finally came back
home from their visit with Grandpa Albert just in time for them to see both
Winnie and me sitting at the kitchen table with all of our newly-dry clothes
on and playing a nice little game of Tic-Tac-Toe, causing my beloved mother
to place her gentle hand on my shoulder, give me a small kiss on the cheek
and say, "I'm so glad that both you and Winnie were able to get yourselves
out of the rain but I do believe that the both of you were able to find
something better to do besides play a game of Tic-Tac-Toe," which had caused
both Winnie and me to look and smile at each other and share a small chuckle
between us before I had turned my small-smiling face toward my mom and said,
"Believe me, Mom. We were both able to do that."



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