Ice: Part I

by Penny Hawking

  Peyton smiled. “You make it bearable.”

  Ice tugged on her earlobe and looked down at the floor. She didn’t want him to see how wide her smile was.

  “I really enjoyed yesterday.”

  Ice lifted her head to look up at him.

  Yesterday.

  Ice grabbed his shirt pulling him closer. Peyton groaned as he pressed their bodies together. Her breast rubbed against his chest. A stiff rod pressed against her belly. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg slightly, positioning himself better as he moved his hips into her.

  She’d broken the kiss, quickly coming to her senses realizing she’d never gone this far with anybody. No rubbing, no grinding. God she’d never felt a hard dick press against her before and Peyton’s yesterday even if it was through his jeans had felt like a rock.

  “More screaming vulgarities into the abyss don’t you think?” He asked.

  Ice chuckled and nodded. Feeling her body heat up at the memory. He was talking about the cursing and she’d been hung up on the kiss most likely turned make-out. But what would constitute a make-out? More than 5 minutes right?

  “Look, I came with my bike but…..do you…..do you want to come home with me?” He asked gently.

  “Go to your house?” She asked dumbly.

  “Yeah, we can hang out there. I like my house.” He smiled.

  “I uh…..” Her heart pounded, where was this going. Oh my God. After last night he probably thought she was a slut. He probably wanted to have sex. Oh my God, she messed up. Iceria Aniyah Johnson had messed up. This is what Melissa was warning her from. How had she gone down this slippery road so fast? Who even was she?

  “My mom should be home.” Peyton shrugged sensing the extreme hesitation rolling off Ice. “If that’s…..what…. what you’re worried about…”

  “I have to go.” Ice said quickly. “I’m sorry.”

  “Wait---wait Ice, I didn’t mean---“

  He watched in disbelief as she ran down the hallway. Peyton threw his hands up and groaned. “Dammit!” He hit the wall closest to him.

  **

  As soon as she pulled into her driveway, she allowed herself to pick up her phone. It had flashed 2 minutes ago. She turned off her engine and clicked on Peyton’s text.

  Look I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I said something wrong or if I offended you in any way. Why did you run? It was just an invite to my house, nothing more. I swear. Look I’ll come to your house I don’t’ care. It was seriously just hanging out. I’ll meet at your place to prove I had no ill intentions.

  “No.” Ice gasped as she quickly texted him back.

  No, don’t come here.

  It was too late, she heard the sound of his motorcycle and whipped her head back in fear. She took deep breaths, her hands shaking. Her mom’s Cadillac was parked in front of her.

  Ice quickly started her car and reversed out her driveway. Peyton watched in confusion as he parked on the sidewalk.

  Feeling a surge of an adrenaline rush, she quickly changed gears and pulled out her driveway. She put her hand out her window and motioned for him to follow as she drove off. Peyton revved his motorcycle back up and followed behind her car.

  Melissa opened her front door and stepped outside just in time to see her daughter’s car turn the corner and the all black motorcycle following suit.

  She blinked in astonishment, her heart pounding as she kept staring at the now empty street. Jaws clenched, she rested her hands on her hips and glared down the road.

  **

  Ice pulled off and parked on the side of the road as Peyton zoomed up his driveway. He quickly turned off his engine and took of his helmet.

  Ice turned off her engine and shot out her car.

  “What was that?” Peyton asked. “What happened?”

  “You can’t come to my house!” Ice shrieked as she walked up to him.

  “I was just trying to apo----

  “I know!” She cut him off. “But you really can’t come to my house Peyton. Ever. Don’t ever do that again. I’m lying to my mom about spending time with you!”

  He stared at her in surprise, this was the first time he could say he’d seen her lash out verbally. Yesterday’s screaming didn’t count. He was proud and slightly turned on but wouldn’t dare to tell her that.

  He nodded. “I kind of overlooked that---“He admitted.

  Ice dropped her hands and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry….” She groaned. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you—”

  “I think I might have blown our cover, and I’m so sorry.” He put his hand up sheepishly. “I was just thinking about you being upset, not about your mom hating my guts.”

  Ice touched her face. She was hot and scared, and her nerves were tingling. She put her hands over her mouth and shook her head. She dropped her hands. “This was a mistake.” She whispered and turned around.

  “Wait---wait.” Peyton grabbed her arm and turned her around. “Ice---”

  “I’m not a whore!” Ice exclaimed.

  “Whoa! Whoa!” Peyton dropped her arm and put his hands up like he’d gotten scalded. “What the fuck Ice? What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “I know you think that----“

  “I don’t!” Peyton’s eyes widened. “Jesus! I don’t.”

  “I kissed you twice!” Ice insisted. “That’s not proper. You’re not my boyfriend, not even my husband.”

  “What the fuck….” Peyton whispered staring at her.

  Ice buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She didn’t know what she was doing. What he was making her do. How he was making her react. Nothing, nothing that happened these past three weeks were like her at all.

  Peyton looked around his silent block in confusion. What just happened and how had they gotten here? He took a step towards her, reached out to touch her and then pulled his hand back. Probably not a good idea after what she thought he thought about her.

  “Ice if you’re a whore, what the fuck does that make me?” He asked softly. “A male nymphomaniac? Geez.”

  Ice tried to collect herself as she lifted brought her hands down and lifted her head.

  “Us kissing doesn’t make you a whore.” He continued. “That thought never once crossed my mind.” He grabbed his head as realization set in. “Fuck and I----geez, I asked you to come over and you----oh fuck…. Ice no….no…I didn’t….” He groaned and closed his eyes.

  “I’ve made your shitty day shitty again?” She asked swallowing hard.

  Peyton dropped his arms, dark grey eyes staring at her seriously. “Where did you get that from?” He asked. “Who told you that shit? Who the fuck told you, kissing turns you into a fucking whore?” He demanded.

  Ice blinked in confusion. She hugged herself, feeling stupider than she had in a while. Her mom. Michael. Her mom. Michael. Her mom. Ice cocked her head to the side.

  “Whoever told you that or made you feel like that can suck a dick. Multiple dicks. They probably need it.”

  Ice looked down and touched her face again. “I’m really embarrassed.” She whispered honestly. “I didn’t mean to say all that. To yell and sound stupid.”

  Peyton dropped his arms and shook his head in amusement. “Damn Ice, I thought I had issues…. you’re really interesting.”

  Ice laughed sadly. “What issues could you possibly have Peyton?”

  His smile dropped as he stared at the ground for a split second. He chuckled and shook his head. “I think the real question is…. what is a whore by any other name?”

  Ice laughed and shook her head in confusion. “What?”

  Peyton smiled. “I have a confession.”

  She stared at him.

  “I wasn’t sure my mom was going to be home.” He admitted. “I’m really perverted Ice.”

  Ice laughed.

  “I wanted to bring you home and kiss you and kiss you some more and….” His voice lowered.
“Lay you down on my bed and touch you, take some clothes off, get on top of you…”

  “Oh my God.” Ice put her hand out as she blushed furiously even though he couldn’t tell. Her body was hot and reacting to his words. “Stop it.”

  He shook his head. “I can’t, the image is there…. I’m turned the fuck on.”

  “Oh my God!” She gasped in disbelief and turned around hiding her face and her laugh.

  “It was never a question of you being the whore….” He sighed and hung his head. “It was I Ice…. It was I all along….I am…your whore.”

  Ice turned back to him. “There is something really wrong with you.” She laughed, feeling very comfortable in his presence.

  He smiled and nodded his head towards his house. “Do you want to come in?” He offered gently. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman. I promise.”

  Ice smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

  She took a step forward and he took a step towards her and blocked her way.

  “Actually…” Peyton lowered his voice as he leaned into her. “I forgot to tell you.”

  “What?” Ice looked up at the serious expression on his face.

  He sighed deeply. “I only allow whores into my house.” He shrugged apologetically. “So, you’re gonna have to kiss me to get in.”

  Ice laughed and pushed him back a couple steps.

  “It’s true.” Peyton laughed loudly. He put his arm around her shoulders and led her towards his front door. A silly grin on his face he bent down and kissed her cheek soundly.

  Ice looked up at him in surprise as they stood in front of his door.

  Unable to help himself he moved her slightly and bent down again, this time aiming for her mouth. He closed his eyes and captured her lips with confidence. Ice closed her eyes too and smiled against his kiss.

  His front door opened, and somebody cleared their throat.

  Ice tried to break off the kiss by pushing at his chest, but Peyton kissed her for a couple more seconds before lifting his head.

  “Aww Dammit mom you’re home.” He pouted.

  Family

  Ice looked up to see the most beautiful white woman she’d seen in real life. She was tall, slender, and graceful. She must have been a good 6 feet. She had long straight blond hair cascading down her back. A beautiful tan, to go along with her loose long white off the shoulder dress that she tied with a brown belt.

  The woman shook her head at her son before her eyes landed on Ice. A big smile came across her face.

  Ice blushed and tried to move a little further from Peyton. This woman had just caught her kissing her son. Right here, on their doorsteps. What would she think of her?

  “You must be Ice.” She said stepping forward, arms outstretched as she enveloped the surprised girl into a warm hug.

  “Hi –Hi----Mrs. Stone.” Ice stammered upon her release. She was looking into a pair of the bluest eyes she’d ever seen in her life.

  Mrs. Stone laughed. “Please call me Cheryl…or mom. Those are the only two names I respond to right now.”

  She smiled, her eyes looking Ice from the tip of her head to the sole of her feet. She stepped back and opened the door wider for them both to enter. “Wow, Peyton was right. You are gorgeous.” Cheryl reached up and gently touched Ice’s cheek as she passed her.

  Ice’s smiled. Her hand was so warm and soft.

  “Mom.” Peyton groaned behind Ice. “You’re scaring her.”

  Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Hello to you too son.”

  Peyton stepped in and softly kissed his mom on the lips. Ice moved further into the house and turned to them in surprise. He kisses his mom?

  “How was your day?” She asked running her fingers through his hair and closing the door behind him.

  “Mrs. Worty and Mr. Sinclair are full of shit, but what else is new?” He replied.

  Cheryl hit the back of his head. “Priya’s gonna get you for that language.” She crossed her arms. “Did you hand in the apology letter with the edited assignment?”

  “Why would they ask you to speak your mind and when you do punish you for it?” Peyton threw his hands up.

  “Peyton….” Cheryl tilted her head, a stern expression on her face.

  Ice looked back and forth from son to mother. Peyton looked like his mom. Almost an exact replica.

  “Yes, I did. Happy?” He groaned.

  “Yes, because you’re in school to gain knowledge and submit to authority, not to be an entitled smart-ass.”

  “Well mama, you raised this entitled smart-ass.” Peyton blew a kiss at his mom and was rewarded with another smack to the back of the head. He chuckled as he moved away from her.

  Cheryl shook her head and turned to Ice. “I apologize about my son, he can be a handful.”

  Ice shook her head. “No, no it’s okay.” She said quickly. “He’s great.”

  Peyton smirked as he stood behind her.

  Cheryl took Ice’s hand and squeezed it affectionately. “So, Peyton’s told me a lot about you.”

  “No, I haven’t.” Peyton interjected

  Cheryl turned her head and raised an eyebrow at her son. “Oh really, so this is not Iceria Johnson the one you’ve been talking non-stop about for about a month.” She smirked.

  Peyton narrowed his eyes at his mom. “I haven’t been talking non-stop about her.” He mumbled.

  “Oh.” Cheryl’s eyes widened. “So, this isn’t the pretty black girl you want to ask out----“

  “Mom!” Peyton cut her off loudly.

  Ice turned to him and noticed his cheeks seemed to have gained some kind of rosy tint even with his tanned face.

  Peyton’s eyes caught hers and he quickly looked away becoming really engrossed with something underneath his shoe.

  Cheryl smiled mischievously. “I’m just teasing him.”

  Ice couldn’t hold back her smile as she turned back to Cheryl. The latter gently released her hand.

  “Peyton really is smitten by you----”

  Peyton grabbed his mom’s hand and smiled guiltily at Ice. He put his arm over his mom’s shoulder and took her aside for what seemed like a hug. But he whispered in her ear, but Ice was able to hear some of their conversation.

  “You’re embarrassing me.”

  “Aww she’s so beautiful.”

  “Stop it.”

  “My baby’s blushing.”

  “Can you go.....”

  Cheryl smiled at her son mischievously.

  Ice looked down at the floor and tried not to laugh. They were too cute.

  “I think my mom has some paintings she has to finish or something.” Peyton spoke loudly as he moved backward towards Ice.

  “Not that I can recall.” Cheryl said pretending to think.

  Peyton stared pointedly at his mom and jerked his head to the side.

  Cheryl looked ridiculously amused as she smiled at her son.

  Resigning he grabbed Ice’s hand. “Well we’re going to my room to do homework.” He said quickly.

  “The living room is free---“Cheryl tried not to laugh as her son practically ran upstairs.

  “My books are upstairs.” Peyton responded back.

  “Bye Mrs. Stone…. Cheryl.” Ice said nervously as she tried to keep up with Peyton’s pace up the stairs.

  “See you later sweetheart.” Cheryl said looking at them with a twinkle in her beautiful blue eyes. “Peyton door open!” She yelled up.

  She wasn’t a fool. She knew her son was far from innocent. To the best of her knowledge she knew her son had at least 4 years of sexual experience under his belt. Not a fact that she was proud of, given he was only 17. But he was smart, and he was careful. She never regretted giving him the real and in-depth sex talk at 12. Any later and she feared she would have already been a grandmother by now.

  Cheryl sighed. But could she really complain? She’d been pregnant with him at 16, had him on her 17th birthday, married his father 3 months later with the consent of their family. Her mother had her right
out of high school. Peyton’s father’s birthmother had him at around 17 also. Their family had a track record. They weren’t one to shy from being very sexual beings.

  But Peyton was now 17 going on 18. He didn’t have a kid. And though he seemed to have inherited the stubborn and reckless Stone gene, she was proud of how far he’d come in these past 5 years. It had been the toughest 5 years imaginable.