Missy gets called by another woman and walks over, and Maven and I continue towards the door. I hadn’t realized how warm it was inside until we step out into the cooler fresh air. There are more picnic tables here, and we sit down at an empty one. When I take a seat, I can see the front of the gate, and get my bearings.
“This place is huge,” I say as I take a bite of rib.
“Mhmm,” Maven answers, also chewing her meat.
An older man comes around the corner, looking like Maven’s dad, just twenty years or so older.
“Hey kid,” he says with a loud booming voice.
Maven doesn’t look, but replies, “Hi Gramps.”
He comes closer and puts a free hand on her shoulder, the other is holding a can of beer, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
“This is Katie, Katie this is my grandpa Ivan,” she introduces.
“Hi,” I smile and cover my mouth since I’ve just taken a mouthful of salad.
“Joey’s girl, right?” he asks me.
“Yes, I guess so,” I shrug.
The idea of being Joey’s girl, makes my chest flutter.
“Well, we hope you enjoy the festivities tonight, and thank you for coming.”
The stereotype I had of all these men, has been demolished in a matter of twenty minutes. Ivan heads into the kitchen from the back door.
“You know, I thought bikers were going to be like, mean or not want me here or something.”
“Oh, don’t let them fool you, they’re assholes,” she says and then smiles.
We eat in silence before I get a lift in confidence and say, “So, I don’t know what Joey’s told you about me…but, I don’t have many girlfriends, and-”
“I don’t have any girlfriends,” she cuts me off.
I pause, wondering why that was, but then say, “Well, I was wondering if maybe you could explain some things to me…about, sex.”
She nods and wipes her mouth with her napkin. “I don’t know much, but I can try,” she offers.
“Now, we have to promise not to laugh when I ask stupid things,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she smiles and giggles a little.
“So, my first question is, what’s jerking off?”
She chokes a moment on her food before we lock eyes and both burst out laughing. Once we finally stop, Maven clears her throat.
“It’s another term for a guy masturbating,” she replies.
“Oh…okay,” I nod, “and masturbating is when you touch yourself, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So it’s normal to be making out or whatever, and he goes to jerk off in the bathroom afterward?”
Maven looks at me, a devilish smile curling her lips up. “Did Joey do that?” she asks, leaning in and lowering her voice.
I nod.
“Damn,” she states, “from making out? You must have some magical lips.”
“Well, he was…” I motion with my hand towards my lap.
“Eating you out?”
“What’s that?”
“He was going down on you, licking and kissing you down there?”
“No, um, his hand?” I say like it’s a question when indeed that’s what he was doing.
“Did you come?” she asks with that smile and raised eye brows.
“I orgasmed, yes,” I smile as my cheeks begin to redden.
And we both start to giggle.
“Oh my God, lucky, how was it?”
“I liked it,” I smile with a lift of my shoulder.
“He does have some big hands, I bet his hand is like massive on you there…so did he finger you or just rub your clit?”
I look at her dumbfounded.
“Did he put his fingers inside you, finger you? Or rub your clit, that skin that’s in the middle-”
“He rubbed my clit,” I test the word, clit...and remember something called a clitoris down there from a book I want to say, and that must be short for it.
“Man, when they find the spot, shit it’s like fireworks,” she says.
“It was,” I sigh and we both laugh.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I ask.
“Yup,” she says, resting her elbows on the table to eat her ear of corn.
“Is he here?” I ask.
“No, he lives far away, he only visits like two or three times a year.”
“I thought you and Dornan-”
“Me and Dornan?” she asks, screwing her face.
“Yeah, he seems really into you.”
“Ugh, he’s like my brother, grossville.”
I nod and think that maybe she’s oblivious because Dornan looks at her like anything but familial.
“Are you a virgin?” I ask.
“No,” she says and stops.
I wonder why she’s not giving me more details, so I ask.
“And?”
She shrugs and takes a bite of food. “It was okay.”
“Just okay?”
“I mean, it hurt, but I knew that…my boyfriend’s not very-” she stops and searches for a word, “attentive…affectionate, it was just like he put his dick in me and moved around and then groaned a lot and then he was done.”
“It hurts?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah, there’s this thing in there, like a barrier…the dick breaks it to get in, and it hurts and bleeds-”
“Like a lot?”
“Of pain or blood?”
“Both,” I ask.
“Pain yes, blood not really, not like a period.”
Now a new fear grips me, I didn’t know all this. I was nervous about sex before this chat, but now, to hear it hurt AND I would bleed, I don’t know about this.
“Does it happen like that every time?”
“No I don’t think so, I’ve only done it maybe two times, the second time did hurt but it had been like six months since the first time, so maybe that’s why.”
I push my plate away, and look down.
“I’m sure with Joey, he’ll be sweet and take care of you…that’s how he is, I can see you mean a lot to him, and knowing him like I do, he really hates when people are hurting. I’m sure the first time you guys do it will be perfect,” she says and I look up to see if she’s being sarcastic, but I see genuine kindness there.
“Thanks, Maven,” I tell her softly.
“So before I forget, I want to give you my phone number, I know Joey said your parents are jerks, but you can call me anytime.”
I can’t help but feel bonded to her, like an instant friendship. She seems just as starved for female companionship as I do. We finish eating, and take our trash over to a row of garbage bins, and more people come out to eat and take over the tables. We go back inside toward the front and the pool tables, and I see Joey and Dornan standing there with Joseph and another older guy. When Joey sees me, he extends his arm and I walk towards it, pressing my body into his side.
“You eat?” he asks.
“Yup,” I smile and look at Dornan. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he says, giving me a chin tip, before looking at Maven who doesn’t notice.
His eyes move towards her ample breasts, and my eyes go there too for a moment before I smile to myself and wonder how the hell she doesn’t see the way he watches her.
“You guys playing?” the man I don’t know asks.
“Hell no,” Maven says and I look to see he’s also asking me.
“No,” I state and shake my head.
“Sven, this is Katie,” Joey says.
“How’s it goin?” he asks and I smile at him.
“Well let’s get this shit going,” Joseph comments.
“You cool with hanging out with Maven?” Joey asks me as the others talk amongst themselves.
“Yes, I really like her,” I reply giving him a wide smile.
I can tell this pleases him, to get along with someone who means a lot to him. He kisses me and I get a little embarrassed that he’s so open with this, but I like it too, not worrying or even c
aring that people are watching us.
“Okay, okay,” Dornan says and Joey pulls away.
“You wanna watch us play?” Joey asks.
“Maybe,” I tease, “I don’t know if I can handle watching you playing with that big stick.”
Joey’s eyes widen before he tilts his head back and laughs.
“Damn,” he smiles as he stops laughing, “well, if you can manage, I’ll be over at the far table, kicking these old guys’ asses.”
“You fucking wish,” Joseph retorts as he throws an arm over his sons shoulders and they walk towards the pool tables.
“Come on, let’s go talk some more,” Maven says and we head outside and back to the other set of tables.
Gwen, Missy and some other women are sitting down and eating, and we join them. I can’t ignore the instant feeling of welcome-ness with this group, something again, I’ve never experienced.
Chapter 5
Joey and I have been together a year, and it’s almost summer again. We’re both seventeen, and I wish I could tell you that now that I’m older, my parents are less strict, but that’s not the case. I still can only do school-based things, and go to the library every day after school until close, which is fine since this way I never see my parents, and Joey meets me there every afternoon. I assumed the librarian agreed my dad was a dick because the more Joey began becoming a regular visitor, the less she seemed to notice me.
Sometimes we went outside to sit under the trees and talk, he’d bring food Gwen had made and we’d eat. But most the time we talked and kissed. Other than kissing, hand jobs, and Joey groping me under my shirt, we hadn’t gone much further in the sex department. But I was feeling more confident, getting out of my head and just feeling.
Occasionally we’d sneak to his restored Cadillac in the back of the parking lot, and that’s where I finally put my hand down his pants as I straddled his lap. Feeling his big, hard dick in my palm made my restraint snap and something took over, as we lay in the backseat of the car. I remember how surprised he was with my enthusiasm, gripping him hard and pulling, sliding up and down, causing him to come in my hand within minutes.
“Katie,” he panted against my lips.
I raised my hand to see white liquid pooling in my palm. Without thinking at all, I lifted my hand and took a swipe of it with my tongue, the salty sweet flavor captivating my taste buds.
“Oh goddamn,” he whispered as his eyes watched my mouth.
Sensing he liked it, and feeling his grip tighten on my hips, I did it again, looking at him as I lapped up the remnants of his orgasm. In a moment, I was on my back. His hands undoing my jeans and pulling them, along with my panties down my thighs.
“Joey,” I squeal.
“No one can see us,” he breathes out.
It was true, it was raining and a huge massive dark cloud had caused the afternoon to feel later than it was. The material of my jeans gathered at my knees, as he pushed my legs together and back. Leaning down as his mouth began to kiss the lips between my legs.
“Ohh,” I sighed and closed my eyes.
He’d never done this to me before, and wow. I looked down but my legs were in the way, and all I could really see was one big hand curled around my thigh, and I placed a hand over his.
“I want to see you,” I panted and after a few more kisses, he parted my legs, stopping as the jeans hindered them from parting me fully.
The top of his head, and his eyes I could see now. His hands pressed on either side of my vagina, his thumbs petting and parting. His head moved up and down as I felt his tongue exploring where only his fingers had before. I licked my lips before they parted, biting my lip as he nuzzled my clit with his nose. My heels rested on his back as he ate me out with serious finesse.
A CD Joey made me of 80’s songs play over the speakers, and Depeche Mode’s “Enjoy the Silence” was on. He breathes hard through his nose and reaches one hand through my legs, pulling my shirt up and roughly yanking my bra down to expose my chest. I push the shirt up towards my chin and cup my breasts. I haven’t allowed him to ever take my shirt off fully, and he’s yet to see my back.
But I’m so into the moment, I usually don’t care about that when we do things. I whimper as he latches onto my clit and sucks, then his hand returns and cups my ass, his thumb pushing into the entrance of my vagina. This is new, and my back arches, feeling the invasion and melting with it. Joey moans against me and his thumb pushes in and out before exiting.
“Can I finger you?” he asks as he kisses my inner thigh and I nod.
This is also new, and the excitement with his words makes me feel needy for them. Slowly, he watches as he pushes his index finger in, twisting his wrist and pulling it out. It feels different but good, and I moan with assurance that I like it. His one finger dips in and out before adding another, his middle finger which goes deeper. My hands grip my breasts harder, as my hips push towards him.
And then his mouth is back on me, his fingers moving easily now, and that now familiar build of orgasm has me panting, tightening, whimpering his name, and I come. My eyes close as my tummy contracts, my muscles fluttering around his fingers. They still move as he sits up, his other hand reaching in his already opened jeans to pull out his penis. He rubs the red, swollen head and I watch mesmerized as white liquid begins to spurt from a hole in the middle. It lands on my vagina, scorching me as my eyes remained hypnotized by him. After a moan, he leans over me, kissing my lips, and I can taste something sweet on them, and know it must be me.
“I love you,” he pants, and I smile.
We’d just exchanged those words a few days ago, and it still makes me fluttery to hear them.
“I love you,” I reply.
Chapter 6
It’s the end of the year school trip again, and we planned to do the same as last year. My parents didn’t even drop me off this time, just gave me money for food and let me walk to school. So Joey met me a few blocks from my house, and we drove off to Plantain. The pool tournament’s also happening during my visit, and I was excited to go since I hadn’t been to the clubhouse since my first visit.
I did however become closer to Maven in that time, my parents had joined a pinochle group that meets across the street, so I had more time to talk on the phone than normal. I’d see Joey at the library, and talk on the phone with Maven while my parents were out.
I’d only seen her a handful of times since last year since she graduated high school at sixteen and was attending college now. But when she was home, Joey would sneak me out of the library and we’d meet her and Dornan somewhere to hang out. It was at the clubhouse, during the tournament that I really needed to talk to her about something, and wanted to do it in person.
“So, I need something from you,” I tell Maven and she puts her beer can down onto the top of the picnic table and gives me her full attention.
“Sure, what?”
“Can you show me how to give a blow job?” I blurt out.
She had stayed true to our agreement in the beginning, no laughing at stupid questions.
“Okay,” she says with a lift of one shoulder.
She takes my hand and leads me into the clubhouse, I see Joey and Dornan playing pool and Joey looks at me. I give him a smile and a little wave as she takes me into the kitchen, I pull a confused face before she walks over to the counter and takes a banana off the bunch sitting there. We exit the other door and walk down the hallway of the apartments, stopping at Dornan’s door and she reaches down to push the floor mat aside and reveal a key.
“Why does Dornan have an apartment?” I ask since he’s not a member of the club.
“They had an extra room or something, I think it was because Missy got sick of seeing the chicks he fucks in the kitchen the next morning at her house.”
She lets go of my hand and unlocks the door and we enter the small room, closing it behind us. She flops down onto the bed and I sit across from her, both crossing our legs.
“So, you’ve gi
ven a blow job and want tips?” she asks.
“No,” I shake my head.
“Hold on,” she puts a hand out for me to stop, “no? haven’t you guys been together a while?” she asks.
“We don’t get to spend a lot of alone time together,” I state.
“Oh right, I forgot,” she sighs and I watch as she holds up the banana.
“This, is Joey’s dick.”
I’ll never look at bananas the same way again.
“I mean,” she sucks in her lips, her eyes looking off to the side. “Well, if we’re talking hand and foot ratio, I imagine he’s pretty solid down there,” she nods.
I’ve seen the head of his dick, just the part that was free of his jeans that time in the car, but it wasn’t fully out. But I’d held it and it certainly felt bigger and thicker than this. Instead of splitting hair, I just nod.
“Now the three things you must remember are: stroke, suck, and don’t gag.”
“Stroke, suck, don’t gag, okay seems easy enough,” I tell myself with confidence.
“What you’re going to want to do, because let’s pretend you’ve been making out or whatever, you pull it out, and there it is ready for you.”
I nod.
“Take it in your hand-”
“Where?”
“Doesn’t matter, but when you start sucking it, you’ll probably want to hold it at the bottom.”
I put my hand on the lower part where the stem is.
“Good, now what I do is just kiss around the top with light kisses,” she says looking at me expectantly.
I bring the banana to my lips and kiss it.
“No, like…pretend it’s his lips, kiss it like that,” she corrects.
I swallow and move in again, placing soft, closed-mouth kisses around the top facing me.
“Does it matter how hard I hold it?” I stop and ask.
“No, but I think they like it tight, not strangling, but firm.”
I loosen my grip at the base and continue to kiss the tip of the banana-I mean Joey’s dick.
“So, do that for a minute, just to tease him…then, lick from your hand up to the top on the underside.”
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