Black and White

by Ludivig, K. R.

  I got in my neon and drove to my house. The entire mile knew my car. They also knew I had a job to pay for it. That was good so I didn’t get shot up by cops.

  Katie’s Bentley was sitting in the driveway, right behind my mom’s Escape.

  I smiled as I saw her sitting in her car, on the phone. She was arguing with someone.

  I knocked on the window with my sweatshirt sleeve over my hand so it wouldn’t print over the glass and it was cold out, the snow on the ground indicated that. She unlocked the door and I got in and sat down.

  “Hey baby,” I said to her. I kissed her cheek, not expecting a reply. She grasped my hand.

  “No!” she screamed. “I hate you, I can’t believe you think I want you still after all these months! I want a restraining order, stay away from me!” Pause. “Get out of my life Zack. Bye!” she complained. “God! He doesn’t know when to give up, does he? Three months later and he still thinks I want him.”

  “I’m going to kill that kid!” I replied to her.

  “Come on baby, let’s go.” She said, getting out of the car.

  I followed her up to the front steps of my “perfect in Katie’s eyes” house.

  My mom’s escape was here but where was John’s truck? They must have gone to my Aunt’s house. Katie and I were alone? What good could this bring? The temptation to do many things I knew I probably wasn’t ready for. I was a virgin yes but Katie was my angel. She was perfect I every way. Never once did I hear of her doing wrong.

  We hadn’t even talked about the possibility of sex, or kids even. Would it happen today? Or would we wait? This was a lot to think about, especially on a day like today, when her school didn’t need her to be back until midnight curfew; or when my parents decide to be gone one a day that all day I’ve just thought about making love to Katie. She was all I thought about any way but that was beside the point.

  Katie trailed right into my room without thinking. She sat on my bed. That made me more nervous, thinking about the possibility of sex.

  “So what do you want to do?” she asked me.

  I breathed and exhaled through my nose, that would indicate I had no idea. To me, exhaling through your mouth indicated that you had something in mind but kept your mouth shut. But that was because you didn’t want to offend anyone. Somehow she seemed to see right through my act. Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed, apart just enough for my waist to fit. I stood in the doorway, leaning.

  “What?”

  “What, what?”

  “What are you thinking?”

  Well I wasn’t going to lie to her. “I’ve thought about a lot of shit today, Katie.”

  “Okay,” she sounded scared. “About what?”

  “Do you want me to blunt?” I asked her.

  “Yes,” she replied. “Be as blunt as possible, even if it hurts me.” Her were tearing up, she was about to cry. I came toward her, fitting myself inside her knees. I held her in my arms. She hugged me tightly around my midsection, crushing my sore ribs.

  “Katie, what’s wrong?” I asked, feeling bad. Did I offend her?

  “Are you breaking up with me?” she asked.

  “What made you think that?” I asked, reconstructing my face to a weird expression.

  “‘I’ve been thinking.’” She directly quoted me.

  “No Katie.” I said. “I love you. I wouldn’t do that.”

  She held me closer than a moment ago. I held her shaking body close to mine. Did she trust me now? Trust my word? I was scared, what if she didn’t trust me? What would we have then if we didn’t have trust?

  “Chris, I love you,” she backed me away from her. She lay down on my bed and got comfortable in the heated blanket. Her eyes closed as if she were asleep. I curled up next to her. “What were you thinking?” she asked, comfortable now.

  “Making love to you,” I said honestly.

  “Really?” her voice lit up, as if she were thrilled to hear it.

  I just nodded in the small of her neck, the sensitive muscle just beneath her ear lobe.

  “Oh my god.” She would have melted on the floor if it weren’t for us lying down. She turned over and kissed me; it was different than all the other kisses she had ever given me. She held my face in her right hand. Her kiss was needy, exciting, and wrong all at the same time.

  Katie rolled over on top of me, straddling my waist and tangling her fingers in my hair. She stopped kissing me, her lips and teeth nibbled on my neck. Katie was not aware of how sensitive I was to biting. I loved it. The spot you couldn’t turn me off with she was completely missing. Then as I had thought too soon, Katie suckled at my collarbone, making it extremely hard to sit still. I wanted so badly to let a moan escape my lips. My success at staying still was not going well.

  Katie used her teeth on my ear, my hands clasped around her midsection tighter.

  “Katie,” escaped my lips in ecstasy. She sat up and unintentionally grinded on my hard-on. I tried to keep my composure; I reconstructed my face to let her know it felt good.

  “Yeah?” her voice was different. No longer had the innocent Katie I knew, someone else taken over. A new Katie; presented by human form. She was wild and I liked it.

  “You really turn me on.” I admitted.

  “As do you,” she replied, stripping her school blouse off. All I could think was Oh my God!

  I sat up, grinding on him intentionally to see his immediate reaction.

  “You really turn me on,” he admitted. I loved this.

  “As do you.” I have never felt like this, so turned on. The anticipation drove me crazy. I wished for a miracle. I wanted for once to be done. I got off him instantly, throwing my already unbuttoned blouse to the floor.

  I never knew this side of me. “Baby,” I said comfortably in my sexy voice.

  Katie, what are you doing? Asked his eyes, pleading with me not to do a strip tease. But I wanted to, for good reason too. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I turned the music on so I had something to dance to. Wow. Rock. Nice.

  I stood at the end of the bed in my bra and school skirt. I had on my matching blue lace set: bra and panties. I flexed my body so I would look tan in the dim light. The lotion I put on this morning glitter in the light shining through his window. I unzipped my skirt, without taking it off I took the hair binder from my hair and let it fall. I shook my head, making my hair wavier.

  “Oh my god!” He said, surprised at myself as I was. I kicked off my sketchers and pulled my socks off my knees. I let my skirt fall and stepped out of it. I walked forward and watched Chris’s eyes. Then I stopped dead in my tracks and beckoned him with my index finger. He came to the edge of the bed and I kissed him passionately.

  “Mmm…” I sounded. I could feel his lips quiver under mine. I found my step and relaxed. “Relax,” I commanded him.

  “No, pretty sure I’m fine,” He lied through his teeth. I ignored him and took his shirt off. He looked even sexier than I thought he would.

  “Wow.”

  He looked down admiring himself. “What?”

  “You’re sexy baby,” I replied.

  “Okay?” he said, confused.

  I took off his pants then, surprising him with cold hands.

  “Katie,” his voice warned me. Just then I pulled a square wrapper out of my bra. He relaxed.

  I looked down at him, and then pushed his sorry ass on the bed. He was hard, that was good. At least I knew I could turn a decent guy on, I discovered. I jumped on the bed; straddling his waist I could feel his erection underneath me. Even though he wasn’t in me, it still felt the best I’ve ever felt to ride him with the little barriers we had between us. I let out a moan in pleasure. He automatically fit my movements, grinding together in a single motion.

  “Oh my god!” I screamed in ecstasy.

  “Katie,” said his voice. “I want you.”

  “I want you too, baby.” I said. These words automatically came to me through the Eminem song “Superman”. I got off him and st
ripped down to nothing, he did the same and laid back down.

  I picked up the condom and unwrapped it. I handed it to him. “Hold this.” I got on top, took the condom from his hand and put it on. I took a deep breath in. At this moment I realized he might rip me. I sat straight up and let myself sit down.

  The first thing that came to my mind after sitting down was, OW! Obviously he wasn’t the one being stretched a mile wide, it wouldn’t hurt him.

  Apparently the face I made indicated pain in various areas.

  “Katie.”

  “Yeah?” It came out full of pain.

  “If it hurts we don’t have to.”

  “No that’s not it.”

  “You’re a liar,” he said. “You can’t tell me that this face doesn’t mean ‘ow’?” he made my face.

  “Okay it does,” I replied. He began to lift me.

  “Get off.” Did a male really just say that?

  “No.” Actually it started to feel it good. I had an idea. I tightened my muscles around him.

  “Oh my god,” his head fell to the pillows beneath him. “That is so not fair.”

  “I think it’s hilarious.” I laughed. “What’s it feel like?”

  “Amazing,” he was exasperated.

  “You’re cute,” I said. He just looked at me. “What?”

  “How does your end feel?” he asked confused.

  I got up and sat down again. “Does that answer your question?” His head fell to the bed again. It was hard to keep my composure. I was ready to finish. I loved this. I flipped my hair back and got up and sat down again. I vocalized my pleasure loudly. Chris apparently couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He held me and flipped us over gracefully so I was underneath him, taking over.

  “Katie,” I said.

  “Hmm…” she said sleepily next to me.

  “I love you,” I said.

  “Chris,” she slurred.

  “Hmm…”

  “I love you too.”

  I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I loved Katie. I wonder if I could picture her next to me like this ten years from now. I got up to retrieve my pants. We’d finished like an hour ago.

  “Chris, where are you going?” she cried because of my absence.

  “I’m just getting dressed.”

  “Oh.” Katie did the same. I watched her carefully reach for her blue lacy bra and panties on the floor. She grabbed my six-sizes-too-big sweatshirt and put it on her eight-sizes-too-small-for-the-sweatshirt body. She got up as I pulled my flannel pajama pants up to my waist and tied the strings.

  “Where are you going?” I asked in the same pleading voice as she had a moment ago.

  “I have to pee,” she said. She wasn’t wearing pants under my DC sweatshirt. All I could see was the sweatshirt, head and ass. I lay back down on the bed and got comfortable lying on the bed. I hear d the toilet flush and the sink run. She came back in to the bedroom and massaged my back and kissed my neck. Then curled up next to me and dozed.

  Chapter Eight: Alex

  When I woke up, Katie was gone. I looked at my phone for the time. It was six am. Shit.

  “Katie,” I called for her. The smell in the hallway was delicious. Was Katie cooking? I heard the shower running in my bathroom. I walked out of my room.

  “Morning sleepy head!” Mom greeted me. “You’ve been out cold for thirteen hours.”

  “Where’s Katie?” I asked.

  “Shower, here’s your breakfast.” She handed me a plate.

  I went over to the cupboard and grabbed a glass. Then went to the fridge and reached for the orange juice. I heard the shower stop running and I sat down at the breakfast bar.

  “Did you two have fun last night? You were out before I got home.”

  “Sure,” I said, sounding sarcastic. But my remark was not sarcastic in the slightest. I lost the damn virginity that I’ve carried for eighteen fricken years, and then some. The great thing was that so did Katie. It was a mutual thing. I love her, was the random thought that went through my head.

  Katie walked up behind me and kissed my cheek.

  “Morning!” said her gorgeous lips cheerfully. I breathed in her scent. She smelled like my shampoo, Axe. She was wearing her school uniform. A plaid skirt, a white Oxford button-down blouse, a red and silver-striped tie, a gray vest with the school crest on it, tall white socks with her last name written on them in embroidery and Sketchers dress shoes. Her hair was left down, still drying from her shower. I looked her up and down while she conversed with my mother. Neither of them noticed which was good because to be blunt, Katie, just standing in that outfit, made me hard.

  Too bad my mom was in the room or I might have reached over and squeezed Katie’s ass. And by the act of last night, I knew she liked it.

  Her makeup was fresh, I noticed as she sat down next to me. The combined smell of my shampoo and her perfume made her irresistible. She was perfect and I wanted to do her again.

  “What?” She asked, noticing my gaze.

  “Nothing,” I said looking away, laughing.

  “God Chris what?” she knew. By that look in her eyes she could read my mind. And that look… Oh my god. Was she undressing me with it?

  Even though I’d rather bang her in the middle of the kitchen because her look was less than hilarious as I’d perceived it to be, she was turning me on just by looking at her. I still laughed.

  “Christopher!” she shouted at me.

  “I’m sorry babe, I love you,” I said quietly for fear of my mother’s judgmental tone. I put my hand on her face and stroked her flawless skin. She loved this, her eye lids became heavy and her head just rested on my hand.

  Mom sat a plate down in front of Katie. She was instantly awake.

  “Thanks Mom,” she said.

  Mom just beamed. I smiled and looked at Katie with puppy dog eyes like I wanted something.

  “What do you want?” she asked loudly.

  My eyes went from “innocent puppy dog” to “spawn of Satan”. She just rolled her eyes and dug into her plate. So did I. Since Katie and I both didn’t have class until 8:15 we went back to bed.

  I turned on the music quietly and cuddled up next to the ball I called Katie.

  “Mmm….” She breathed. “Nice and Toasty.”

  “Uh huh that’s because you’re lying in it.” She just shook her head and turned over facing the wall away from me. “Oh!” I said as if it turned me on. She giggled and sighed. I kissed her neck and nestled my chin in the sensitive spot in the crevice. She breathed heavy.

  “Katie,” I said, kissing her hair, breathing her in without her knowing. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” She replied.

  At this, her voice was perfect. I just smiled and dozed.

  “Baby,” I said, waking him up.

  “What?” he moaned, turning over.

  “Wake up.”

  “Why?” he groaned.

  “You’re going to be late.”

  “Really?!” he was instantly up and awake.

  “No, it’s like seven.”

  “UGH!” he fell back again.

  “Baby,” I said, “wake up!”

  “No.”

  “Then I’m leaving.” I got off the bed and started out

  “No,” he whined, holding his arms out, reaching for me to come back. I turned around and gazed at him. “Don’t leave.” He wished. I came back to the edge of the bed and held his hand in mine. I put my face to his and kissed the soft, pouty lips that I claimed mine. I jumped up on the bed, very sorely, and sat next to him.

  “What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

  “You,” I joked.

  He laughed. “Okay.”

  “No, I don’t know, what do you want to do?” I asked.

  “I want to cuddle with you,” he said. “Come here.” I lay horizontally on the bed next to him, and he wrapped his arms around me.

  We heard his mom the shut the door behind her. She got in her car and drove away. I
moved my car just this morning so she could go to work. I had to go out there anyways and grab my extra stuff. My mom and dad always begged me to be extra safe. For some reason I don’t think they meant the car.

  “Chris,” I said. “How long have we been going out?” Trick Question.

  “What’s the date today?”

  “January 30th, I think.” I said, making sure I got the date right.

  “Four months and,” he paused, probably counting the days, “ten days.” He rolled over. “Why?” he looked me in the eye.

  “No reason,” I said. He cares! I shouted in my head. I didn’t let him know I was counting but I did count. What normal female didn’t?

  The next time we woke it was seven thirty and I had to get ready. Katie was already dressed and suitable for the day; she still needed to re-brush her hair considering the rats nest in it.

  “Hi,” I laughed at her.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “Hey I’ve been thinking about spring break,” I said.

  “Really? What about it?”

  “Would you like to go with us to Colorado and go snowboarding?” Her face lit up instantly.

  “Yes I would!” she screamed with joy.

  I kissed her soft lips, then her forehead.

  “Go get your hair fixed,” I said. She glared at me. I laughed as she walked away.

  That day at school, I saw Marcus. “What was Marcus doing here?” didn’t even pop into my head. Neither did “How did you get here?”

  “Hi Marcus!” I said cheerfully.

  “Hi Katie,” he said. Although he attempted to say it cheerfully, I knew by the look in his eyes, the solid black glare, the red lines, and the tenseness in his neck muscles. Marcus was pissed. For what seemed to be a perfect night leading a perfect day, it turned into the most awful nightmare I had ever lived. Marcus, who I knew carried a gun, turned on a kid I knew, a kid I’d respected my entire high school carrier at Lightstaff. Alex Deel. He was walking behind me and about to talk to me when Marcus pounced like a cat.

  Marcus whirled on Alex, throwing him down by the collar of Alex’s school vest. Marcus punched him in the face, breaking Alex’s glasses and ripping his school sweater. Kicking him in the kidneys and probably cracking a few ribs. The intensity of the beating made me squeal like a little girl, scared and intrigued. I heard the mercy begging of Marcus’s victim. The beating was worse than it looked.