Great, only the longest game known to man. I put my arms around her and hugged her. “Thanks for doing all this, Kel. I can help you with the lawn if you want.” I bent down and kissed her. Her lips were so soft and she tasted like minty toothpaste.
“You guys ready to play?”
Kelly pushed me away. “Oh hey, Roger. Yeah, we’re ready.”
He beamed. “I’ve got the game all set up in the family room.”
“Okay, we’ll be right in.” I held Kelly’s hand as she led the way into the kitchen. She opened the fridge. “You want a drink or something?”
I nodded, and she got a couple of Snapples out for us. We went to see Roger, who had the game completely set up with all the armies arranged in neat rows. He also had a big bowl beside him, with what looked like a nauseating mix of gummy bears and Doritos.
“Do I have to explain the game to you, Phil?” he asked seriously. Roger was a funny kid. He seemed way younger than Kelly, but there were only a few years between them. They looked alike with their dark brown hair and eyes, tanned skin, and slim builds, but they were completely different. He was into computer games, drawing manga, and model-building. Kelly was happiest when she was outside and doing something physical. Still, they seemed to get along fine, except maybe tonight.
“I know the rules, bud,” I told him.
We started choosing countries. I had a strategy in mind, and that was to do the opposite of what I’d normally do. I started by choosing random territories all over the board. Kelly concentrated on South America and Roger went for Australia. Then we started playing. Roger attacked both of us and won a stronghold in Australia and Asia. I mainly attacked Kelly and kept going until I had only a few soldiers left in most of my territories in North America. She gave me a funny look, and then started decimating me.
“Holy smokers, Phil. You should know better than that,” she told me. “A few more rolls, and I’m going to have all your cards.”
I got up and went towards the kitchen. “Kelly, can you give me a hand in here? Just for a sec.”
She nodded and followed me. “What’s up? Are you looking for something?”
I asked in a low voice, “What are you doing out there?”
“Winning at Risk! Something you seem to be unable to do.” She punctuated this with a fist pump.
“I’m trying to lose. And unless you want to spend all the time until your parents get home playing board games, maybe you should too.”
“Oh.”
Fifteen minutes later the game was over and Roger was gloating. “I think that’s only the second time I’ve beaten you, Kelly.” She didn’t look too happy since she was insanely competitive.
“You watching TV now, bud?” I asked him.
“No, I’m going to work on my Warhammer.” He pointed to a table of tiny figures, tiny paintbrushes, and tiny jars of paint. He sat down and was engrossed right away.
I took Kelly’s hand and led her up to her room. She looked a little nervous as I closed the door. We both sat down on the edge of her single bed. I put my arm around her, and I could feel the tension in her body.
“Kel, what’s wrong? You don’t have to be afraid, you can set the pace here.”
Kelly leaned her head against my shoulder. “I’m not scared, I’m worried.”
“You don’t have to be worried. When are your parents coming home?”
She looked down at her watch. “Not until eleven.”
“Relax.” I lifted up her chin and kissed her. Her kiss was tentative at first, then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth hard against mine. We fell onto the bed, making out.
I reached up to cup her tits, and Kelly responded big time. She moaned and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I thought she wanted to take things slow, but it sure didn’t feel like it.
I unbuttoned her sweater, and pulled it open. Then I reached under her t-shirt, only to find a tank top.
“Why do you wear so many clothes?” I asked, as I ran my hand under the tank and onto her bare stomach. It was like she had armour on, and underneath her skin was so soft.
“I don’t know. I don’t like to wear revealing stuff.” That was okay with me normally, but right now it was a little frustrating. She sat up and pulled off the last two tops, then lay back down beside me. Her bra was pink, which was so not Kelly that I smiled.
She smiled back at me. “Now you take off your shirt.”
I pulled off my t-shirt, and she ran her hands over my chest. “Very nice, Phil.”
“It’s not like you haven’t seen me before.”
“Yeah, but you weren’t my boyfriend then. Now I have to look at you sexually.”
I laughed. Kelly’s unpredictability was the best. I reached a hand back and undid her bra.
“Wow, you’re kind of expert at that,” she said, and she didn’t sound too happy. But I wasn’t totally listening because I was easing her bra off. Oh fuck, her tits were amazing. I’d imagined them before, but the reality was even better. Her tits were round and firm, and her dark nipples were pointing up at me. I reached out both hands up to cup them, feeling their soft weight.
I bent my head down and sucked on one nipple, while squeezing her other tit in my hand. Kelly arched her back, and murmured, “Oh yeah.” She started grinding her pelvis into mine. Not that I needed any encouragement, my cock had been rock-hard from the second we lay down on the bed. I kept sucking until both her nipples were hard little nubs, and then I cupped her tits, pulling out the nipples with my thumb and forefingers. Kelly loved that too, and she started rubbing herself against me even harder. “Oh Phil, fuck, that feels great.”
I let go to start taking off her jeans, but Kelly opened her eyes and said, “My turn.” She sat up and pushed me down onto the bed, then started tonguing my nipples, alternating between kissing and sucking. That felt great, but what was better was watching her do all this. Her long hair tickled my chest, and she was so beautiful. It was a dream come true.
She started working her way down my stomach, and ran her hand down over my jeans. My cock leaped up to greet her and she laughed. She sat up and her tits bobbled as she leaned forward to undo my belt and unzip my jeans. Her finger traced the line of hair down from my navel to the tops of my boxers. She stopped for an agonizing moment, and then smiled at me. In one swift movement, she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my thighs and freed my cock.
She took it in her hands, and started stroking it. Her touch was soft and tentative. Then she leaned over and kissed the tip. Oh yeah.
Kelly turned and saw me watching her.
“Do you want me to suck it?” she asked.
Was she fucking kidding me? That was only something I’d jerked off to for years. Fuck yes. “Uh, sure.”
I reached down and yanked off my jeans and underwear completely, then lay back down. I kept my head up so I could watch. Kelly bent her head down and began by licking up and down the length of my cock. When my cock was all wet, she wrapped her hand around it and started jerking it. She took the head into her mouth and sucked gently. It felt so good, and then she sucked harder and I thought I’d lose my fucking mind.
Kelly kept sucking and jerking, varying the rhythm but gradually getting faster and faster. Oh man, it was incredible. She looked up at me, like she had a question. I hoped it was whether I wanted to come in her mouth, because I couldn’t hold off another second. I came hard, and all the energy drained out of me.
I collapsed back on the bed. Kelly wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, and then laid her head on my chest. I liked the feeling of her soft hair on my skin. I wrapped my arms around her and we lay there for a while. I liked that we didn’t have to talk, we could relax and enjoy the moment.
A few minutes passed, and I felt ready to get back to it. I reached down and put one hand on Kelly’s ass. She raised her head and smiled. I hooked a finger down her jeans and felt her warm skin and silky panties.
Then the phone rang downstairs and she pushed me off h
er in a panic. “Oh my God. It’s so late. That must be my parents.”
It was only 10:30. “Well, don’t worry. If they’re calling they’re not home. And they can’t see you.” She hurried into her clothes, so I started getting dressed too.
“Kelly, telephone for you,” her brother called up.
“Phew. Not my parents.”
I shook my head. “You need a cell.”
She nodded. “Tell me about it.” Then, she went downstairs. I sat on the bed for a minute, wondering if she’d come right back up. Since I was thirsty, I decided to follow her down to the kitchen. Just before I went around the corner, I heard her lowered voice.
“Please, Nicklas, stop calling me. I’m really sorry, but I told you the truth and I wish you’d stop trying to second-guess me.”
There was a long pause, and then she spoke again. “No. That has nothing to do with it. It wouldn’t make any difference. Goodbye.”
I heard the click as she disconnected, and then she sighed. She walked out of the room and right into me.
“What wouldn’t make a difference?”
“Phil! Were you eavesdropping?”
“No. I came down to get a drink, and then… well, yeah, then I was eavesdropping. But I didn’t come down to spy on you or anything. Why is that douche still calling you?”
She made a face at me. “He still can’t believe I’d break up with him over a hockey game.”
I laughed. “Then he doesn’t know you very well. It’s your raison d’être.” But I realized that didn’t explain everything.
“So why does he think you broke up with him?”
Kelly started blushing. “Phil, do I ask you about your many millions of ex-girlfriends?”
“You can if you want.”
“I don’t want.” She got us both glasses of ice water.
“Tell me, Kel.”
She shook her head. “Why do you care?” Then she relented. “He thinks it’s because he pressured me too hard, to, well—you know. And he keeps telling me what a player you are, and that you’re going to hurt me.”
“So have I got this right—he knows you have a new boyfriend and he keeps calling you?”
“It’s not like he’s calling me every night. I think he calls when he’s been drinking a lot or something.”
“This is fucked. If you can’t get rid of him, I will. Give me his cell number.”
Kelly looked stressed. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Don’t get upset, Phil. I’m not doing anything to encourage him. Maybe I could be ruder, but I feel sorry for him.”
“Aww, Kel.” I hugged her back. She felt so good against me. I was being a tool. “You’re too nice to be mean to anyone.”
“Kelly,” Roger called from the family room. “I think Mom and Dad are home.”
“Shit,” she said, looking around desperately. “I’m in such trouble.” Maybe she wanted me to sneak out the back door, but my shoes and hoody were still at the front door.
I grabbed her hand and we ran to the family room, threw ourselves on the couch and switched on the tiny television. Moments later, her parents walked in the front door and then into the room.
“Oh hi, uh, Mom and Dad. Jeez, you’re early. Did you have a good time? Everything’s fine here.” Kelly looked completely guilty and she needed to stop talking. She was pretty much the world’s worst liar. Next she’d probably offer to take a semen breathalyzer.
Her dad looked like he wanted to string me up and lock her down. Her mom grabbed his arm. “Now, Tak, calm down.”
“Kelly,” her dad said. “I thought I told you that Phil was not supposed to be here when we’re not home.”
“Well, um, you said not if we were alone. And we’re not.” She motioned with her head towards Roger.
Roger looked up from his model painting. He widened his eyes. “Yeah, Dad. They’ve been here the whole time. We even played Risk and I won.”
Kelly and Roger were totally different. The kid was an awesome liar.
26
Sex On The Brain
Phil
In bed that night, I was too amped to fall asleep. Kelly had been so hot, and when I closed my eyes I could remember every single thing she did and how it felt. It was probably the best blowjob I’d ever had. It wasn’t so much her technique, but her enthusiasm. She didn’t act like she was doing me a big favour or trying to show off. Kelly always gave her all.
I exhaled happily. Next time we got a little privacy, we could finally have sex. I figured we could do it in the car, but I was hoping for a nicer setting. I felt bad that we got interrupted and I never got to get Kelly off. I could not believe that fucking prick Ericcson was still calling. Did he really think she’d come back to him if he promised to change?
I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. Of course Kelly was special, and even a moron like him got that. I tried really hard not to think about what she might have done with him because that shit would drive me crazy. I turned over and thought about Kelly again, how she looked up at me while she was blowing me and—fuck!
What if he was right? What if Kelly dumped him because he was pressuring her to go all the way? I had already noticed that Kelly was skittish. She hadn’t even told me that her parents were going out, and I sort of forced myself on her. In more ways than one. Hopefully, she didn’t get in trouble after I left.
There was no question that I was pushing the pace faster than she wanted. She didn’t even want to start dating in the first place, and she was always talking about going slow. Did that mean that Kelly might break up with me if I kept going on this way?
She said she had broken up with Nicklas because he was such a jerk-off at hockey. Ericcson didn’t know about the Tanaka Scale and he didn’t know how important hockey was to her. But even if that was the main reason, maybe subconsciously it was because she didn’t like being pressured. I knew Kelly. She seemed so easy-going, but only up to a point, and then she would dig her heels in. And it was hard to predict where that point was. And I knew that these days there were a lot of guys who would be more than happy to sub in for me with Kelly.
Fuck it. I had to stop acting like a horny jerk and give her some space.
Tweeeeeeeet.
This fucking prima donna was lying on the ground beside the soccer ball. When the whistle blew, he stopped acting long enough to raise his head and see if the ref was coming over to us. He was.
“Get up, you fucking pussy. I hardly touched you,” I told him. But he was back into the fetal position and writhing around.
“Number 6.” The ref looked at me and held up a red card.
“No way! It was clean—I was going for the ball,” I pleaded.
“I warned you earlier, son,” the ref said. “Clearly a dangerous tackle.” He pulled out his little card and pen.
Simon, our coach, went ballistic on me as soon I got to the sidelines. “You daft cunt! What are you playing at out there? How are we supposed to win the game, down a man, with our best fullback off the field? Not to mention you can’t play the next effin’ match.”
“Sorry, coach,” I told him.
“You bloody hockey players are all the same. Too violent, always crossing the line. Controlled aggression, Davidson, that’s what we need.”
Yeah, but that was my big problem these days. I had a ton of frustration inside. I tried to work it out in sports. In hockey, I kept making these huge open ice hits and I had gotten into a couple of fights. Coach Jack gave me the whole lecture on testosterone and not giving in to my hormones. He didn’t know the half of it.
But I seemed to cross the line way too much. I wasn’t going to blame it on the fact I wasn’t having sex, but hanging out with Kelly and not touching her wasn’t helping me relax.
“Hey, Phil.” Daniel Ide, one of my teammates, came over. Everyone else was keeping his distance, since I was clearly pissed off. Daniel was a quiet guy; he was always a sub, but he never got upset about it. He was chill. “You know, you might want to try this
martial arts place I go to. My uncle runs it, and they do some pretty cool stuff. Lots of guys that are into MMA go there.”
“I don’t know, Daniel. I’ve already got a ton of extracurricular shit on. I don’t think I could add anything else.”
“Try the drop-in then. It’s a good way to work out your anger.” He shrugged. “Y’know, if you have any.”
Great. Now guys I hardly knew were telling me I was out of control.
So I went to the dojo that Daniel had suggested. It turned out to be a huge deal for me. There were a bunch of young guys who were total idiots, but there was this one Asian guy who was an old-school sensei. He started to teach me about mind control: how to let your mind transcend your body's weaknesses. It was actually about overcoming pain, but I tried to use it to overcome my constant desire for Kelly.
It was unreal. We were together lots, and so we were holding hands and sitting side-by-side all the time. I had to smell her sweet, clean scent, and watch her being all cute and fun. Sometimes I would watch her breathing, and think about how her tits looked under her clothes. Knowing a little about her was so hot. But the unknown was even hotter. Like her ass. She would bend over to pick something up and all I could think of was what she would feel like when I finally got my hands on her. I dreamed about Kelly every single fucking night.
I was driving myself crazy, but I was going to let her make the first move no matter what. I hoped to God it would be soon though. There were only so many cold showers a guy could take.
27
Kelly Sucks
“Is it possible to be really lousy at oral sex?” I asked April when we were alone in the caf.
She choked on her orange juice and started coughing. “Kelly! You really need to warn me before you change subjects like that.”
“Sorry. It was on my mind.”
“What a dirty place that must be. And the answer is ‘yes.’ This guy I dated in Los Angeles was completely clueless. Luckily he was an actor, so he took direction well.”
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