Punk Like Me (18 page)

Hard to tell in the light, but it might have been pale blue or even white, and it was a lacy little thing. I knew what it was, but for some reason I wasn’t making the connection—I think my brain might have been oxygen starved. I reached over to push it farther in so it wouldn’t fall down. Suddenly, my brain made the connection, then short-circuited. It was her bra.

“That’s so much better, don’t you think?” and she settled back in place and looked up to smile at my very large eyes. I shut my mouth with an audible click before she had to remind me about catching ß ies again and swallowed nervously.

“Oh, um, uh, yeah,” I stuttered, “pain in the neck.” I started to massage her again.

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Kerry pushed her shoulders ß at into me and leaned her head over a little to the right.

Look, Lord knows, and I know, I know, I’m naive, I’m slow, my body’s retarded, and I had never done this before, but that does not mean I’m completely stupid. I watched movies, read a lot, went on dates, and I’ve got a pretty good imagination under this hair. Besides, even if I can’t catch a hint sometimes, I do recognize an invitation when I get one.

I decided then and there, this was one party I was deÞ nitely going to, and besides, I had a pretty good idea of how to do the dancing. I’d been practicing the steps for a long, long time.

Her neck was irresistible, and I bent my head to lay soft kisses against it. Kerry sighed like she was contented and reached her arms back over my head. She turned her head and lifted her mouth, and we were kissing—her lips on mine, her mouth warm and sweet, her tongue electric, my hands on the soft weight of her breasts, now Þ lled with the soft curve of them, now feeling the hard tips against my palms.

Her body shifted a bit, and now I was biting, licking, softly sucking on her neck. I slid my tongue into the curves of her ear, then nipped her earlobe. I still held her breast in one of my hands, and my other hand traveled down to massage the top of her leg, right in the crease where it meets the body and all sorts of wonderful things wait.

Kerry’s lips turned back up to mine again, and she bit and sucked on my lip before allowing me to slide my tongue into the joy that was her mouth. Momentarily, I removed the hand that was on her breast and broke off the kiss to bring my Þ ngers to my mouth. Kerry gave a little whimper of protest.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” I murmured, and watched Kerry’s eyes grow hooded as she watched me slip my Þ ngertip into my mouth. I enjoyed her reaction to watching me, and I withdrew slowly.

“Hmm, mine,” she exhaled and reached up to claim my mouth again.

I brought my wet Þ ngertips back to the breast that awaited me and slid them over her beautifully turgid nipple, pinched it lightly, then rolled it a bit like I had done to my own, earlier.

She moaned into my mouth, and that sent such a jolt through to my own body that I jumped, dislodging the other hand from the warm place it had been to a warmer one. It was a happy little accident. I cupped her and she pushed her hips into my hand, so I pressed harder

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and massaged with my palm.

I brought that hand back under her shirt to her stomach, feeling the soft skin and the muscles underneath, and stroking, gripping, tickling, I came to her waistband. “This okay?” I interrupted our furious kiss to whisper.

“Oh, yeah, Nina,” she kissed me in open-mouthed need, “more than okay.” She released my head from one arm and brought her hand down near mine. I heard the zip of her jeans, which sent another burst of Þ re through me, and I slid my hand the rest of the way down.

I was surprised—Kerry wasn’t wearing any underwear, but the shock of that pleasant realization came and went in the wonder that surged through me as I felt the soft hairs under my Þ ngertips. Gently I brushed through the light fuzz to reach for the narrow cleft that I knew I’d Þ nd, and I found Kerry, hard and waiting.

I slid my Þ ngers through that fold, wanting to feel everything, and Kerry took her mouth away from mine to groan throatily. Her eyes were closed, she rolled her head against my shoulder, and the look on her face was arousing me more, if that was at all possible.

God, I’d never been this turned on before, ever, not even in my own best fantasies. I watched her face, I watched her body, I watched my hands moving on her body in rapt fascination. Have I said yet how incredible this was? Everybody, and I mean everybody, wanted Kerry, and though I knew that she had fooled around a little bit, just like I had, I also knew she’d never done this before, well, not with another person, anyway. DeÞ nitely not with another girl. This was a Þ rst, for both of us, and I was awed, humbled, and yes, proud that she wanted to share that, to do this, with me, she wanted me…

One Þ nger reached a bit farther down, and I was again happily surprised. She was wet, really wet, like I’d never known anyone could be. And what would I have known about it, anyway. I mean, I’d read about it, but I’d never gotten any more than this thinner-than-water sort of ß uid in my own private experimentation, and as far as I knew, neither had she, since this was one of those many things we’d discussed.

Oh my God! This was thick, but not really, and slippery. This was like honey, but not as sticky, like Þ nger painting with the most expensive and luxurious of paints; this was like water but better, smooth and hot; this was wonderful, and this was for me.

Kerry parted her legs, and I was moved on every level. “I ain’t spreading these babies for just anybody,” she’d say to anyone who

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asked her the “big sex” question. “You’re talking engraved-in-gold invitation here. Better be a damn good kisser, too.” I already knew I wasn’t just anybody. I was her best friend, so I guess I was a damn good kisser—I’d just been invited.

I lightly touched the source of that glorious wetness, but Kerry jumped. “Baby, that stings a bit,” she whispered, “but don’t stop the other thing, okay?” she asked, “because it feels like,” and she caught her breath, “like I’m on Þ re.”

“I won’t stop,” I promised. Oh, the other thing?

Kerry’s clit was so hard and swollen that I had it between my thumb and middle Þ nger and was stroking it up and down, and every exposing downstroke brought the tip against my index Þ nger, the one that had been exploring. I loved the way she felt, soft and hard at the same time.

Wait a second, though, my brain caught up with the situation…that spot stung for me, too. Maybe, maybe it was too close to the bottom, just, like, a bad angle or something. What if I brought my Þ nger up to the top of that opening? Would that feel better?

But Þ rst, I brought that Þ nger and the glorious wetness on it back over the head of her clit and rubbed it everywhere, then went back to the other thing (see above explanation, okay?) and brought the explorer back to the very top of her entrance.

“Oh yeah, Nina,” she choked out, “that’s just, huh, really good.” Her body leaned back hard into mine.

I pressed that tip a little harder against her and kept up the motion that I’d started before. Kerry’s hips started to move, and she pulled my head down for a ragged kiss. I attacked her mouth, and as her body moved faster, so did my hand, matching her.

I felt such tenderness, such overwhelming warmth, that my body felt like it would burst. This was the most incredible thing that had ever happened in my life, and it was the most wondrous, Kerry was wondrous. Her pleasure was an incredible turn-on to me, and every shake, moan, and movement she made, every grab at my shoulders and arms, just made the Þ re within me burn hotter. It also made her that much more precious to me.

Suddenly, Kerry grabbed the hand that was still on her breast.

Crushing it to her, she pulled on my shoulder with the other, and her head tossed and pressed into my chest. Her hips jumped, and I watched this gorgeous ß ush of color rush up her neck to her face. Her hips

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jumped again and came up off the ß oor, and suddenly, I slid inside her. Kerry let go of the hand on her breast to squeeze and press the one inside. She groaned loudly.

My body jolted with her and my mouth was an open
O
of astonishment. Jesus Christ. I hadn’t meant to do that, I wasn’t going to, was planning on not, but I had, and I think, I hope, she wanted me to. Now I was in her, inside Kerry, and it was soft and hot, and it was pulling, holding, sliding on me, and it was the most erotic sensation I’d had yet, gliding inside of her.

Instinctively I pressed up and the rhythm between us increased in speed, and I was moving within her, smooth and slick, more of an up-down thing than a direct thrusting. I didn’t want to hurt her; I wanted her body to tell me what it wanted. I wanted her to feel good.

I Þ nally let go of that luscious breast and wrapped my now-free arm under hers to anchor her to me, holding her tightly. Kerry strained against me as we moved together, and I lavished hot open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

God, how I wanted Kerry to come, here, now, with me, in my arms and with her wet heat wrapped around me. “Come, baby, let go,” I whispered in her ear, and kissed her some more. “God, I want you to come.”

Once more she brought her mouth back to mine, and we kissed frenziedly while her body and my Þ ngers moved within and without her.

Kerry’s back arched, then relaxed, arched again and held, the tendons in her neck standing out in sharp relief while the soft heat inside her gripped me with such incredible strength I could feel my own clit throb harder than ever. I was higher than I’d ever been before, and I could have sworn I was going with her to whatever place she was ß ying to, and Kerry was heartbreakingly, painfully, excruciatingly beautiful.

“God, Nina,” she gritted out through her teeth, one last ß ick of her tongue between my lips, one last push against my hand, sliding me deep within her. Kerry held that tension a bit longer, then released it.

Her hips stilled and her body relaxed.

I stilled my Þ ngers, her hand now lax on mine, and cuddled her tighter to me with the other, planting little kisses on her head. “God, Kerry, you are so damn beautiful,” I murmured into her hair, “just so very fucking beautiful.” I held her tight and drew up my legs to hug her closer. I was going to remove my hand, but she stopped me.

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“No, stay please,” Kerry requested in a little voice. “I just want to stay like this a little while.” She placed her hand Þ rmly over mine. “I want to remember this.”

“Okay, sweetheart, okay,” I reassured her, and wrapped her up as securely as I could with my free arm and my legs. She was so small, she seemed so very fragile, so vulnerable, and I just wanted to wrap myself around her, not let anything hurt her, ever. “Are you all right?” I asked her in soft concern.

“I feel great,” she breathed out huskily, rolling her head back and forth a bit on my shoulder, eyes closed. “Just great.” She resettled the blanket we were wrapped in and tucked her head under my chin. She curled her legs up, folded her body into mine as much as possible, and patted my hand to remind me not to remove it.

I started to rock a bit and began to murmur soft little endearments and reassurances, stroking her hair, her face, or just cuddling her and giving her small kisses. I have no idea how long we sat like that, just peacefully mentally blank, rocking and murmuring, still inside her. The movie had ended some unknown time ago; even the hum of white noise had ended when the machine and TV automatically turned off. The room was very dark. The only light left was from the candles ß ickering on the silent TV set. Even the cable clock had shut off.

The phone rang, startling us both.

“Hmm, I need my hand back, baby. I’ve got to go get that.” She snuggled more and tightened her grip. “Nope. You have to stay here.”

I remained in place, but the phone rang again. “Really, baby, I’ve got to get that. What if it’s my mom?”

“Let the answering machine get it,” she mumbled from my chest.

“We don’t have one of those, my dad hates them, he thinks they’re rude,” I reminded her, as the ringing went on insistently. Actually, I think my parents didn’t have one so they’d know whether or not someone was home when they were supposed to be, but I kept that theory to myself.

“Oh, okay,” she ß ipped over with a dramatic sigh, “can’t have you grounded again,” and she took her hand away and removed the blanket.

As gently as possible, I withdrew, hugged her tightly, kissed her cheek, and stood up, then walked to the kitchen on shaky legs. I was a

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little stiff and a little dizzy. Well,
that
was really unexpected.

I snapped on the light and got the phone, leaning on the wall a bit for support. “Hello?” I greeted in my most bland voice. I was suddenly a little drowsy, too.

“Nina? How are you feeling?” It was my mom, after all, and she was using her “business” voice.

My eyes snapped open. I was now wide awake, standing without any help at all, and I looked at the clock on the wall, where an unpleasant surprise awaited me. Holy mother of fuckin’ pearl—it was fuckin’ four o’clock! And where the fuck was Nanny? She was supposed to have been home half an hour ago! And Nicky, he should’ve been home too, or walk in any minute! Jesus H. Christ, where were they?

Mom was using her business voice, my sibs weren’t home yet—

my eyes opened wider with the realization of a new possibility: either one of them could have, should have, maybe even did, walk in on us.

That should have been some scene, Christ almighty.

Holy fuckin’ shit. What if I hadn’t noticed that one or both of them had already come home, seen us, and gone back out, maybe to a neighbor’s or—worse, just so much worse—my grandparents’, and called my mom? Where the fuck was my head? What the fuck was I thinking? Don’t answer that, I know what I was thinking and where all the blood from my brain went. Shit, shit, shit!

Now seemed like it would be a good time to review my life, before it ended. Well, at least it would end on a high note, right? Okay, take a moment, I told myself. Think, girl, think! Ringo would have noticed if someone had come home. He would have let me know; he would have barked his head off and jumped around, but he would have let me know.