Dreamspinner Press Years One & Two Greatest Hits

by J. M. Colail

  I gripped the straps of my book bag as I got out of the car. “I was thinking… we should probably get an outline together for the History project.”

  “What? It’s Friday! The weekend! You shouldn’t even think about homework until Sunday. Night. Around 11,” he said, stretching his arms over his head and waiting for me to catch up. I laughed and Wesley smiled warmly. “You’re cute when you smile,” he said, tilting his head and looking at me sideways. “So, is your mom home?” he asked when we reached the third floor.

  “No, she’s at work,” I answered, as my heart began to thump to a faster rhythm.

  “I see,” he mumbled as I opened the door to the apartment. “And your sister promised me she wouldn’t be home ’til at least six.”

  “Huh?”

  “I ran into her between classes today. She’s pretty cool.”

  “I’ll tell her you said that,” I said, feeling my heart in my throat. I set down my book bag at the door and looked over the messy living room. I looked around everywhere except at Wesley.

  “Your sister’s really protective of you, you know? She told me that if I broke your heart, she’d cut my balls off. Then she laughed and said ‘see ya.’ It was pretty funny… and maybe a little scary now that I think about it.” Wesley stepped closer to me, smiled devilishly, and slid his hand around my waist. “She doesn’t have anything to worry about though.” He walked me to the sofa and I fell back onto it.

  His kiss felt incredible, flowing through me like electricity, and I shyly pulled him closer. He kissed my neck and collarbones and his hands slid down my arms. He pushed my T-shirt up and his kisses followed the trail blazed by his fingertips. I pushed my head back into the sofa; it felt amazing. Then his hands dropped and he began to unhook my belt buckle.

  “Wa-wait! What are you doing?” I stammered, stopping his hands.

  “Man, for an honor student, you sure can be dumb sometimes. What do you think I’m doing?” he said with a smile, continuing to unbutton and unzip my pants. He hooked his fingers in the belt loops of my jeans and yanked them down. I bit my lip as I felt myself respond to his touch.

  “Wait a second. Wesley!”

  He grinned when he felt me stiffen beneath his hand. He pulled down my boxers, touching me gently, as he climbed down in front of me, between the sofa and the coffee table.

  “Why—why are you doing this?” His fingers grew bolder, stroking me with more energy as a quiet gasp escaped my lips.

  “’Cause I wanna make you feel good,” he answered, pushing the hem of my shirt farther up my chest. The corners of his mouth curled and he bent his head down, tracing the contours of my stomach with his tongue. He looked up at me again and his hand worked me over with a sense of urgency, producing the most exquisite feeling within me. “So, do you? Feel good?”

  I nodded my head and squeezed my eyes shut.

  His tongue found the way to its target and he licked and sucked on me with a renewed vigor. The feeling was unbelievable, sending amorous shockwaves through my entire body. I moaned and gasped for air, liberating the sexual voice deep within me. I was coming up fast to the moment of crisis and tears welled in my eyes from the intense pleasure.

  “Wesley! I—I can’t—” I shouted, almost as a plea.

  Wesley remained vigilant, keeping his mouth in place and grasping my backside with his hands, bringing me closer and deeper into his mouth. I threw my head back as I climaxed and Wesley held me tightly in his large hands.

  I collapsed into the sofa, delirious and panting, and covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t look at him. I was embarrassed… I came so quickly. It was the first time someone else had ever touched me and just the thought of his soft, warm mouth was almost enough to make me cum again.

  “Don’t hide your face,” Wesley whispered, pulling my hands away. I closed my eyes and turned my face to the side. He put his hand to my cheek and I hesitantly glanced up at him. “Heh, you look adorable all out of breath and panting like that.”

  I felt the weight on my legs lift and I sat up, pulling up my pants. I was afraid of how he would react, how he would look at me after what we did, but he surprised me with his gentle calm. He was nothing like I expected him to be; he wasn’t the loud, obnoxious Wesley that I saw at school, but a kind, funny, sensitive person. My attraction to him grew instantly and I felt more confident that he wasn’t just toying with me.

  “So you really wanna put an outline together?” he asked.

  “Um, if you don’t wanna do it now, that’s okay,” I mumbled.

  “Cool. Are you hungry? You wanna go grab a bite to eat?” He draped his arm over my shoulders.

  “I can make something here,” I offered shyly. “Do you want a sandwich or something more like dinner?”

  “Doesn’t matter. I’ll have whatever you feel like.”

  I stood up and Wesley followed me into the kitchen. I made dinner for two, a quick chicken stir-fry that Wesley complimented over and over. We sat on the sofa watching TV, and I remembered Alycia commenting on how I would “make someone a wonderful housewife someday.” I glanced at Wesley and blushed.

  Chapter 7

  “TOR, ME and Mike are gonna go see a movie tonight. Wanna come?” Alycia asked, walking past me toward the bathroom.

  “Actually, um, I have plans tonight.”

  “Oh! Are you going out with Wes?” she squealed, popping her head out from the bathroom.

  “Who’s Wes?” Mom asked, walking into the living room from the kitchen.

  “He’s a friend from school,” I said, catching a glimpse of Alycia from the corner of my eye. Fortunately, Mom couldn’t see her rolling her eyes and nodding her head sarcastically. She stepped into the hall, made quotation marks in the air with her fingers and mouthed the word “friend.” I grimaced at her and Mom looked at me funny.

  “What are you gonna do?” Alycia asked. She was leaning against the wall pulling a brush through her hair.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Why don’t you come see the movie with us?”

  “Nah, I’m not in the mood for some chick flick,” I said, shaking my head.

  “C’mon, you love sappy love stories like this!”

  There was a knock at the door. Alycia ran past me and answered it before I even got off the sofa.

  “Hi, Wes!”

  “Hi. How ya doin’?”

  “Pretty good. Come on in.” Alycia opened the door wider and Wesley walked in. His hair was damp and he wore a white T-shirt and blue jeans. He looked at me and smiled.

  “So you must be Wes,” Mom said, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

  Wesley looked up and smiled awkwardly. “Yeah. Hello.”

  “I’m Amanda. I’m the brats’ mom,” she said with a grin. Alycia rolled her eyes and I groaned.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Wesley said and bowed his head slightly. It was kind of amusing to see him so awkward. He glanced to the side and scratched the back of his head. I walked over to him and he smiled a little nervously.

  “Are you ready to go?” I asked and Wesley nodded.

  “Have fun, guys. And Toren, not too late,” Mom said as we left.

  “So what do you wanna do? Wanna go shoot some pool?” Wesley asked, turning over the engine and putting his hand on the back of my headrest as he pulled out of the parking lot.

  “Okay, but I’m not very good.”

  “That’s all right. I’ll teach you.” He ruffled my hair with his fingers.

  We went to a pool hall called Cue. It was small and dark, with ten or twelve pool tables and a small bar against the back wall. Wesley exchanged his license for a set of pool balls and I followed him to a table in the back. He took the triangle from beneath the table and began to rack the balls.

  “Do you know how to play?”

  “Yeah, I used to play with my dad when I was little,” I explained. “But I haven’t really played since my parents got divorced.”

  Wesley gazed at me for a moment and then said
“oh.” He looked back at the table and lifted the triangle from the felt. “You wanna break?”

  I shook my head and Wesley lined up his shot. He sank a solid and then two more before he missed. I looked over the table and found an easy shot. I lined it up and Wesley corrected my aim.

  “Why don’t you just figure out the angles? Sine and cosine and shit?” he said with a laugh.

  “I’m not too good in math. Algebra is okay, but trig and calc are pretty much a mystery to me,” I said and took my shot. It went wide.

  “I’m okay in math. If I study. Hey, maybe there’s something I can help you with.” I smiled and Wesley stepped closer to me. “Wanna make this interesting? If I win, I get a kiss in the parking lot. A good kiss.”

  He stepped back and took his shot; a solid dropped in the corner pocket. I didn’t stand a chance. I looked around at people at other pool tables. I hoped that it would be dark out before we left, because I was sure Wesley intended to collect on his bet.

  I lost the first game with four balls still on the table. “Best two out of three?”

  Wesley moved close to me and leaned in. “All right, but I get two kisses then.”

  Wesley racked the balls with a grin on his face. Some kids called out to him and waved. He lifted his chin in greeting and waved back. I figured he came here a lot from the number of people that waved to him or stopped to say hi. The man at the counter knew him by name. Wesley was leaning over the table when a blonde girl came running up and hugged him.

  “Wes! Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in so long! What’s going on, lover?”

  Wesley hugged her briefly and looked at me over her shoulder. He stepped back and flashed his smile. A shorthaired brunette girl stood behind her blonde friend and looked at me.

  “Hey, Kate. How ya doin’?” he asked casually and then looked at the other girl. “Hey, Lissa.”

  Kate put her hands on her hips and furrowed her perfectly plucked eyebrows. “Seriously, I haven’t seen you in forever. Where have you been?”

  “I’ve been around,” Wesley answered, glancing at me. Kate followed his eyes to me.

  “Who’s this cutie?” she asked, spreading her crimson lips into a smile. I looked around shyly and Wesley chuckled.

  “This is Toren. Toren, this is Kate and Lissa.” He pointed at each girl as he said her name.

  “Hi. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Ooh! He’s so polite too!” Kate squealed with a hand over her mouth. I looked to the side and resisted rolling my eyes. I hated it when people were condescending. Lissa looked at me and smiled, but it was an understanding smile—an “I get it” smile. Kate returned her attentions to Wesley and looked at the pool table. “So, can we join you?”

  “Uh—”

  “Me and Wes against Lissa and Toren. Can I break?” she said quickly, taking the cue stick from Wesley’s hand. Wesley looked at me again and shrugged his shoulders.

  We played four games; Wesley and Kate won all but one. Lissa was pretty good but she had to pick up my slack. After an hour or so, we turned in the pool balls and Kate and Lissa followed us into the parking lot. I hoped Wesley had forgotten our bet on the first game.

  “Well, we gotta take off. It was good seeing you,” Wesley said as we neared his car.

  “Yeah. We should do this again soon,” Kate answered, stepping up and hugging Wesley. She looked at me and smiled. “You too.”

  “It… it was nice meeting you,” I said. Wesley already had the driver-side door open.

  “Yeah, we’ll see ya around, Toren. Bye, Wes,” Lissa said, making eye contact with me.

  Wesley started the car and we watched Kate and Lissa walk back into Cue. He peeled out of the parking lot and drove me home. He idled in front of my building and I started to say good night, but he interrupted me.

  “Wait a sec. You didn’t forget about our bet, did you? Good thing I didn’t specify which parking lot.”

  He leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue between my lips and ruffling my hair with his fingers. It was dark out and the car’s interior lights weren’t on, so I felt pretty safe that we wouldn’t be seen.

  “See you later,” Wesley said, pulling back and sinking into the driver’s seat.

  “Good night.”

  I waved before I got to the stairs and Wesley waited until I was up to the third floor before he drove away. I couldn’t help but let a shy smile steal across my face. It kinda felt like we were on a date, and it was a good feeling.

  Chapter 8

  WESLEY WAS waiting for me at my locker before history class. He looked really cute in his ripped jeans and an unbuttoned plaid, short-sleeved shirt over a white T-shirt. My stomach tingled a little when I saw him and I immediately blushed.

  “What’s going on?” he asked, leaning against the lockers with his book bag over his shoulder.

  “Nothing. How are you?” I asked, pulling out my History book.

  He complained about not being able to eat lunch with me because our lunch hours were consecutive. He talked and I listened, nodding my head and smiling, until class started.

  Mr. Hannity told us about the exam on Friday and that we should catch up on any reading since the test would cover chapters 13, 14, and 17. He glanced at Wesley a few times during the announcement, enough that even I noticed.

  After class, Wesley waited for me to pack up my things. He glared at Mr. Hannity and frowned. He was ticked off because Mr. Hannity always seemed to single him out. There was no doubt that Wesley was upset, but I thought Mr. Hannity did it because he knew Wesley could do better if he applied himself.

  “We should go to the library today, to get stuff for our project,” I said, stuffing papers into my folder.

  Wesley groaned. “No way. It’s Monday. Besides, the project isn’t due for, like, ever.”

  I shook my head and tried to convince him otherwise, but Wesley was adamant.

  “Hey, Wes. What’s up?” Jen asked, surprising him from behind. “I was wondering; you wanna grab a bite to eat? I’m starving.”

  Wesley turned around and smiled nicely. “Oh, sorry. I can’t. Toren here is dragging me to the library. Maybe another time,” he said cordially.

  Jen’s face fell but she smiled quickly. “Oh, that’s okay. Yeah, maybe another time.” She smiled again and then looked down at me, narrowing her eyes. It was like a black cloud circled her head and I actually felt a chill.

  I got my things together and Wesley followed me out of the classroom. He waited while I got my book bag and closed my locker.

  “Where are you going? My car’s this way,” he said, pointing down the hall.

  “You said I was dragging you to the library.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t mean it. It was just so Jen would leave me alone.”

  “Well, that’s not fair,” I said with a smile. “You can’t use me as an alibi.”

  Wesley stared at me a moment and then dragged his feet like they were made of lead. “All right, all right. But only for a little while,” he conceded.

  We found two books on the Chinese Exclusion Acts and I checked them out on my library card. We weren’t there long, but Wesley complained the whole time. When we left, he drove me to his house and I gave him one of the books. He complained more, but agreed to read it if I let him kiss me. I agreed with blushing cheeks and leaned into him.

  We worked on our homework, doing Spanish together and then working separately for other classes. After an hour, Wesley pulled out his small pipe and bag of marijuana. He packed the bowl and reached into his pocket for his lighter.

  “Wanna smoke this with me?” he asked, tilting the lighter and inhaling.

  I shook my head and gripped the textbook in my lap. “No… that’s okay.”

  “C’mon, what’s the big deal? You might not even get high since it’s your first time,” he coaxed, raising his eyebrows and grinning.

  “No, I don’t think so,” I said, looking down.

  “All right. Fine.” He sighed, s
ounding defeated, then took another hit and scooted closer to me. “The least you can do is give me a kiss then.”

  He kissed me and my lungs filled with smoke. I started coughing and had to hold onto my book to keep it from sliding off my lap. Wesley snickered and I furrowed my brows at him.

  “That—that wasn’t fair!” I shouted between coughs.

  “I know, I know. I couldn’t help it.” He held out the pipe again. “C’mon, just a puff.”

  I looked at him a moment and then down to the pipe again. “I don’t know how.”

  “It’s easy,” he said and I took the pipe from him. “Just suck it in and breathe. Like normal.”

  I looked down at the glowing bowl and lifted it to my lips. The tip was wet with Wesley’s saliva and I breathed in. I tried to breathe again but I started coughing instantly. Wesley patted my back and took the pipe.

  “It’s okay, it just takes a little practice,” he said and sucked on the small pipe.

  I wiped away the tears in my eyes from my coughing fit and Wesley handed me the pipe. I tried again, bringing the pipe to my lips and exhaling a plume of smoke without coughing. My eyes brightened and I was strangely proud of myself.

  “Yeah, just like that,” Wesley said with a smile. “Go ahead, take another.”

  I tried to do the same as before, but I inhaled too much and my throat became raw from coughing. Wesley laughed and took the pipe, patting my back again. He smoked what was left in the bowl and then put everything back in the cabinet in the coffee table. He closed the book in my lap and put his arm around me.

  “So, you feeling anything? Are you high?”

  “I—I don’t know.”

  “Then probably not. You would know if you were. Oh well, maybe next time.”

  He turned my face toward him and lowered my chin with his thumb. It always surprised me by how good his kiss felt. He ran his hand across my stomach and kissed my neck and collarbones. I was entranced and thought this was much better than getting high.