There's Blood on the Moon Tonight (53 page)

Bud let out a sigh of relief.  “Is that all?”

Josie frowned. “Och! Is that ALL? You act like you’re relieved or something!”

“If you mean, am I happy we’re not going to be having sex? Then no, of course not! Hell, I even brought a condom just in case. But I understand, Joe. Shit, we’re only 17 years old. Besides, this
is our
first
date.”

“First date, fiftieth date…doesn’t make a difference. We’re not having sex for at least another year or two.”

“Okay,” he smiled, realizing Josie was also thinking of their relationship in terms of the future. It filled him with a sense of joy he never knew existed.

“Then what’s with that stupid grin again?” she said, exasperated. “This is
not
the reaction I expected from you!”

“Relax, Red. I just thought you were going to say things were going too fast; that we needed to slow down. You know…that we’d be better off as friends.”

“You thought that after tonight we’d just go back to the way we were? Best buds, and nothing more?”

Bud shrugged. “To be honest, I’ve kinda been waiting on it ever since you kissed me last night.”

“You idiot. Why would you think such a thing?”

Bud looked at her as if she was daft. “Because you can do a whole lot better than me, Joe. That’s why!”

Josie took Bud’s hand from his lap and held it. She smiled and laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous, boyo. You, my future lover, are the finest man I know.”

Bud tried pulling his hand back to cover the evidence of his arousal. “Come on, Josie, let go…”

“Does it hurt?” she asked him, staring down at his lumpy jeans. It looked like he was hiding a rat in there.

Bud shook his head, too embarrassed to reply.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, love. I know how easy it is for a boy to become aroused.”

“You do?”

“Uh, huh. It’s not as if you can help it. The same way you can’t help staring at me tits.”

Bud reddened. “You’re right,” he admitted, finally wrenching his hand free to cover himself again. “You’re so beautiful, Joe. And…well…I just can’t help myself!
It
and my damn eyes do what they damn well please. I’m sorry.”

“Why do you keep apologizing? I mean, can you promise me you won’t get an erection every time we kiss?”

Bud made a wry face. “Yeah, right. I can pretty much guarantee I’ll get one every time.”

Josie giggled. “It
does
hurt a little, doesn’t it?”

Bud shrugged, wishing she’d talk about something else. “Not the erection itself, but my, um, my…”

“Balls?”

“Josie O’Hara
!”

Bud looked so shocked that Josie had to laugh again. She saw him stare at her breasts, jiggling in her blouse, and this time she didn’t try to hide them; in fact, she leaned over further. The leather seat squeaked suggestively. “It’s called having a case of blue balls, am I right?”

“For the love of…where’d you hear that?”

“A little birdie told me. Listen, Buddy boy. I repeat: I don’t wanna have sex. But then again…I don’t want you walking around with a pair of big
blue
balls, either,” she snickered. “Not when that’s
my
doing, anyway. There are other things we can do, you know.” She waggled her auburn eyebrows suggestively.

Bud’s jaw unhinged.

Josie saw the look on his face and shot him down quick.
“
No
!
I’m not talking about
that
! Jeez alou! What’s with you boys and
Blow
Jobs
?”

             
Bud could only blink at that. Hearing “Blow Job” out of Josie’s mouth was a surreal experience. She gently pulled his hand away from his pants. “Can I see it?” she asked him. Her voice was husky, deeper than Bud had ever heard it before. He nodded and Josie peeled his other hand away, too, allowing her fingers this time to brush against the straining denim. She pushed back on his chest, as stiff as the iron bar trapped in his pants. His breath came in hitches, his entire body trembling at her every touch. She felt like an older, more experienced woman, the way she was seizing control. Like Mrs. Robinson in
The Graduate
. Not the sexual neophyte she knew herself to be. She unbuckled his leather belt and laid both ends to either side. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it all the way, letting her hands slide down his smooth chest, on down to his washboard abs, indulging in some long held fantasy come to life. His stomach looked so strong, so unyielding and yet it quivered like a frightened little animal, the muscles shivering underneath the taut skin.

“That tickles,” he said, shakily.

Josie reluctantly ceased her exploration and focused instead on his stubborn new blue jeans. After some difficulty with the waist button, it finally came undone. Josie looked up at Bud’s face. He was staring glassy eyed at her breasts again. The way she was leaning towards him, they were nearly spilling out of her peasant blouse.

“Would you like to touch them?” she asked him.

Bud searched her eyes and found their consent. When he made no further move, Josie stopped what she was doing and picked up his hand. She pulled it up to the swells of her breasts and left it there. She stayed that way, leaning towards Bud, her flesh available for his consideration, her face inches from his own. Their hot breath danced together. Ephemeral molecules of his cigarettes and citrus mouthwash consorting with the trace memories of her Close Up toothpaste and strawberry scented shampoo. She watched Bud stare down at his hand, lost in her soft curves, his fingertips slowly tracing her breasts. His feathery touch sent a shiver down Josie’s back. She had expected him to paw at her tits, like a hungry bear in a picnic basket.
Hey, Boo-Boo! Look what I found!

Josie sighed. His tenderness was a sweet surprise.

“They’re so soft,” he said, sighing.

“Ohhh. That feels good, love.”

Bud acknowledged this with a childlike smile. His other hand landed on her bare knee, gently squeezing it. Josie trembled in anticipation. He may not have had any experience, but the boy was sure doing all the right things! Josie wondered if Bud had read Velma T. Larouche’s book, too. She was awash in tingly goosebumps. Her legs parted slightly, her loins aching for some untold friction. Bud’s hand dived between the warm crevice of her breasts, running slowly in and out of her cleavage, his fist making love to her cloistered tits. Josie’s breath was now the one coming in hitches. She gasped as Bud’s hand suddenly swooped to the front of her too-tight bra. The only man, other than Dr. Bidwell, to touch her there. His warm, callused palm cupped her nipple, so sensitive Josie gasped again, louder this time. Bud gazed in her eyes for a sign.

“Don’t stop now,” she implored him, her hand once more going to that fat rat in his jeans.

Bud felt Josie’s stiffened nipple expanding against his palm. Resistant and rubbery. In sharp contrast to the otherwise silky cushion in which it dwelt. The sensation of his zipper coming down, and the pressure against the tumescent head of his penis, while Josie fumbled around with his jeans, nearly caused an embarrassing incident. He distracted his libido while Josie tugged away at the denim. Mental diversions to forestall the inevitable flood. He lifted his ass a little to assist her, and suddenly there was cool air hitting his hot glans. Josie paused to stare down at Bud’s boxers. His penis was poking right out of the flap. As if it was a curious sailor, looking to see what all the fuss was topside. It was a thing of intimidating beauty, for it served only one purpose when so ponderous. Her own tender, traitorous flesh responded at the sight, preparing her for an act she had no intention of completing this night. Bud took a deep breath and pulled Josie’s bra aside. Her breasts spilled up and out. Even more beautiful than he’d imagined. He ran a hand over one, gently lifting it, weighing it in his wide, calloused palm; satisfying his boyish curiosity. He experimented with the swollen nipple, lightly rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

Josie whimpered. She grabbed Bud’s head and pulled it down to her breast, shoving the turgid nipple into his mouth. Letting him suckle her.
“Gentle,”
she quivered against him.
“Oh, please be gentle!”

She placed her free hand on Bud’s hand, still on her knee, and guided it up her thigh, to the moist valley between her legs, clamping down on his hand when he tried to pull it away. Bud was all too happy to let her lead the way, allowing her to manipulate his inexperienced hand into that velvet vise; and as he took her tit between his teeth, and very lightly began to nibble and suck, Josie shuddered with her very first orgasm.

Emboldened by her ardent cries, Bud sought out the heat and wetness grinding against his imprisoned hand. His fingers peeled the sopping buffer of Josie’s silk panties to one side and found the source of the oil, which had engulfed his hand in such exquisite warmth. His long, thick fingers pushed through the tangle of hair, gently brushing across the puffy lips safely hidden within. Through fumbling trial and error, his middle finger somehow found its way in and began its own curious journey. Delving deeper and deeper with each hesitant thrust, delivering that delicious friction her body so desperately craved. Soon to be joined by other eager digits. Her hips lifted off the seat to meet his frenzied fingers, her thighs clamping down once more on his hand as the earth moved yet again.

She waited for her body to stop trembling. Only then did she allow his hand to leave her thighs’ silken embrace. A second later, her breast fell free from his lips. The night air felt cool on her moistened aureole.

She sat there like that for several seconds, her breasts spilled out of her blouse; her pleated skirt hiked up her waist, her privates exposed to Bud’s blinking blue eyes. She managed to catch her breath, rearrange her panties and blouse, and pull her dress back down her thighs. Blushing furiously, even as the inner explosions were still thrilling her nerve endings.
So
that’s
what it’s all about!!!

She was finally able to look over at Bud. He was having trouble, shoving his still stiff penis into his jeans.

She reached over and caught his hands.

             
“Josie, you don’t have to—”

“Shhhh,” she said, pulling his jeans back down his thick thighs. This time she also yanked down Bud’s boxers, exposing his privates. Naked now, he shuddered like a scared little boy. That’s where the analogy began and ended. Like the rest of him, Bud’s circumcised penis was big. Not scary big, but in proportion to the rest of his considerable person. His testicles hung heavy and full beneath the rising trunk of his penis. His pubic hair was coarse and black, though his balls were virtually hairless. Thick purple veins meandered across the delicate pink skin.

Funny,
Josie mused.
His balls don’t
look
blue.

She reached down on the floor and picked up the bag of popcorn, smiling at the confused look on Bud’s face. She pushed her right hand deep into the popcorn bag and pulled it free. Slimy now with the flavored oil.

She shook the stray kernels from her fingers, and licked free those that refused to cooperate, all the while staring into Bud’s eager blue eyes. Her tongue slowly traversing her lips, tasting the salty butter there.

Bud understood now why Josie had asked for the oily snack, and it both thrilled and shocked him that she could think along such lewd lines. His manhood twitched like a puppy that wants to go out and play.

Josie’s eyebrows arched at the sight of his flexing penis.
Ms. Larouche failed to mention it could do
that
!

Her slick warm hand reached out, clamping onto the bulbous head.
Ohhhhhhhh,
they both groaned at once.

Josie’s eyes widened in wonder. The velvet helmet filled her palm with an urgent heat. The skin so delicate and soft. As slippery now as her own greasy palm. She’d assumed it would have felt more like hard rubber. Like the rubber phallus in her mother’s nightstand drawer.

She watched her hand glide down the silky, slick shaft, taking its own sweet time. Bud’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Josie didn’t know what to focus on—his face, or the pulsing hot thing in her hand.

He looked eager and scared at the same time. As if he was trying desperately to hold something back. All at once, Bud tried to pull her hand away.

“JOSSSSSIIIIIEEEEE
!”

She knew what was happening and her hand slid faster, squeezed tighter. “It’s okay, Bud—”

“I’M GOING TO—”

“I know. I know. It’s all right, love.”

Bud’s penis seemed to jump in her hand. Ejaculating its bounty into the air. She watched, fascinated, as the milky rope spattered the dashboard, the ceiling of the Jeep, even her own hand and arm.
Oh my! Oh my!
was her startled response. It felt hot there, trickling down her wrist like life’s own blood. Bud’s hips lifted to meet her clutching hand, the final spasms of his semen leaving him now. He moaned one last time as Josie squeezed the rest out…just as Velma had so wisely suggested.