by JD Glass
Kerry smiled back at me and bit her lip. “Maybe you’ll ditch with me sometime,” she suggested in a half-joking tone. She pursed her lips and looked at me slyly.
I settled back into my spot and looked at her with a raised brow.
“Yeah, right,” I answered sarcastically, still smiling, though. This was an old, but good-natured, argument between us. Kerry really didn’t understand how hard, no, nearly impossible, it was to do that in my school.
We both looked at the screen as white noise Þ ltered across before the start of the movie.
“I knew you’d like that,” Kerry told me, indicating the machine with a nod of her chin, then turned back toward the set. She was quiet as she considered for a moment. “Hey, you sure you’re not contagious?
My stomach feels really weird.”
“Shh…movie’s starting!” I made an exaggerated shushing gesture with my Þ nger as a pair of giant lipstick-red lips appeared on the now-black screen.
“Oh yeah!” Kerry wiggled in place to settle herself more comfortably, and I did notice that her movement brought her a bit closer
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to me.
We silently ate our food through the opening credits, interrupting only to pass soda to one another or to sing out the required responses to the lyrics. Eventually, the food was done, the plates and cups were empty and put on the coffee table. I waved out a few of the candles as the “Time Warp” started on screen and sat back down, and I noticed Kerry had put her hand on the ß oor, not far from where I was sitting.
I casually put mine down as well, close, but not too close, pretending not to notice.
Kerry turned her head to look at me. “Enjoying this?” she asked, leaning in a bit and bringing our hands closer together.
“Oh yeah,” I responded, leaning closer in turn. Our pinkies touched.
I felt that damn tension grow, and now my stomach was playing games with me again.
Oh, this was bullshit. We’d been all over each other just a little bit ago. We couldn’t be all that insecure; I couldn’t be all that insecure.
This couldn’t go on, not without someone spontaneously combusting, anyway, and then where would my parents’ house be? Burnt, that’s what. We were trying to avoid that.
Abruptly, I shifted position and twisted to pull out the second blanket that was behind us and began to spread it out over me. “Dude, I’m a little cold,” I explained, and that was true, really, I was, a little.
Fever! I had a fever! I was home sick, remember? VeriÞ ed by Mom with a thermometer and everything, too. Blanket draped over me as before (minus Þ ghting with Ringo and shufß ing) I held my arms out.
“Want to share and help keep me warm?” I grinned.
“Yeah, sure.” Kerry smiled at me and moved in.
Adjusting myself and the pillows a bit, because I’d reached over and stolen Kerry’s, I sat with my back now wedged between the arm of the sofa and the coffee table so I could turn my head to the left and watch the movie, with one leg stretched out along the length of the sofa, the other bent up a bit, which formed an armrest for Kerry, who had snuggled up the center and was somewhat on her side, head up on my shoulder. I settled the blanket around us, and with a few more wiggles from both parties, we were settled, comfortable, and warm.
Frank-N-furter was building a man (and I told you before, I’m not telling you more. Go see it for yourself if you really, truly want to know, and take a friend with you) and somehow, that led me to an insight I had to share with Kerry. I don’t know how or why I made this connection;
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my brain just works in weird ways.
“Hey, Kerr?”
“Yeah, Nina?” She looked up at me.
“Did you know everyone is naked under all of their clothes?”
“Duh!” She sat up to push me playfully, then settled in again. A few more seconds passed.
“Kerry?”
“Nina?” She looked up at me.
“Do you remember, when we were talking yesterday? About the whole, you know, uptown midtown downtown thing, I mean?” She waited, drew in a breath, then answered slowly, “Yes?”
“Well, it just hit me, like, now. You know how, like, all healthy adults, um,” and my face got a little warmer, but we had discussed this before, so I went on, “they, um, do the masturbation thing?” Kerry pulled away a bit, probably for a better angle to give me the
“uh-huh, now what?” look I was getting. “Yeah?” she drawled, eyebrow lifted. I wasn’t too sure, but I think she did blush a little.
“Well, if you can masturbate, then it wouldn’t be really such a hard thing to, like, touch another guy if you’re a guy, or another girl if you’re a girl, right? ’Cuz you’d already done it before, touch a guy or a girl,” I explained. “Technically, I mean.” Kerry sat up and looked at me wide-eyed. “Hey, you’re right!
I never thought of it like that before!” She focused on the blanket beneath us, brow knit in concentration. “So, what you’re saying is that, in effect,” she paused, “that makes it totally…” She trailed off and idly traced her Þ nger along the blanket on the ground. “…like, normal or…” Her voice faded.
“Natural,” I Þ nished and nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah. If you do one, you can do the other, and since the Þ rst is, like, a healthy thing to do anyway, then it’s just a matter of whether or not you want to, I mean, I guess…”
Kerry was still sitting a bit away, and I started to feel uneasy.
Maybe I’d said too much, pushed too far. I mean, Kerry did stop our kiss earlier. Maybe she thought I was nuts. Of course, that possibility had always existed. Not that I meant that I wanted to do anything, really (hey—I mean that!). It’s just that I was being honest. I’d said yesterday that I wouldn’t, you know, do the downtown thing, and now I knew that I already had, sort of, in a way, so downtown with someone else, well, so what? It wasn’t like I didn’t know the territory well. And
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Kerry deserved to know that she was snuggling with someone who was possibly capable of doing that. In case she wanted to move or do something. Like run away screaming.
Kerry surprised me by looking up at me with a knowing grin.
“Hey there, Hopeful, you’re fucking brilliant!” She moved in closer to me and snuggled back in, so I put my arms around her again and resettled the blanket.
“That’s my Hopey,” she said, “solving the important mysteries of life, and the most important mysteries of all—the ones about sex.” And she settled her head back under my chin.
We both turned our attention back to the TV where the “ingénue” was singing “Touch Me” (no, dammit! I’m telling you enough about the movie as is!), and Kerry, who had started to paint little circles on my arm with her Þ ngertips, was now massaging my arm, while I drew my own little circles on her back. My stomach was kicking me again.
Kerry shifted again and now lay with her back against my chest, still drawing circles on my arms, and my hands naturally fell to her waist and loosely held her.
I decided to lightly massage her ribs, I don’t know why. It just seemed like a good idea, and Kerry didn’t seem to mind, so I continued to lightly press my Þ ngertips down and up. Suddenly, I realized where I’d been headed; I was right below her bra strap.
Kerry shifted, then sat up. She reached behind her, under the plain black T-shirt she’d been wearing. “You know, this thing is really bugging me,” she said in an annoyed tone, shrugging one arm into a sleeve and back out of her shirt and then the other, which reappeared with something in her hand that she tossed onto the sofa.
Hard to tell in the light, but it might have been pale blue or even white, and it was a lacy little thing. I knew what it was, but for some reason I wasn’t making the connection—I think my brain might have been oxygen starved. I reached over to push it farther in so it wouldn’t fall down. Suddenly, m
y brain made the connection, then short-circuited. It was her bra.
“That’s so much better, don’t you think?” and she settled back in place and looked up to smile at my very large eyes. I shut my mouth with an audible click before she had to remind me about catching ß ies again and swallowed nervously.
“Oh, um, uh, yeah,” I stuttered, “pain in the neck.” I started to massage her again.
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Kerry pushed her shoulders ß at into me and leaned her head over a little to the right.
Look, Lord knows, and I know, I know, I’m naive, I’m slow, my body’s retarded, and I had never done this before, but that does not mean I’m completely stupid. I watched movies, read a lot, went on dates, and I’ve got a pretty good imagination under this hair. Besides, even if I can’t catch a hint sometimes, I do recognize an invitation when I get one.
I decided then and there, this was one party I was deÞ nitely going to, and besides, I had a pretty good idea of how to do the dancing. I’d been practicing the steps for a long, long time.
Her neck was irresistible, and I bent my head to lay soft kisses against it. Kerry sighed like she was contented and reached her arms back over my head. She turned her head and lifted her mouth, and we were kissing—her lips on mine, her mouth warm and sweet, her tongue electric, my hands on the soft weight of her breasts, now Þ lled with the soft curve of them, now feeling the hard tips against my palms.
Her body shifted a bit, and now I was biting, licking, softly sucking on her neck. I slid my tongue into the curves of her ear, then nipped her earlobe. I still held her breast in one of my hands, and my other hand traveled down to massage the top of her leg, right in the crease where it meets the body and all sorts of wonderful things wait.
Kerry’s lips turned back up to mine again, and she bit and sucked on my lip before allowing me to slide my tongue into the joy that was her mouth. Momentarily, I removed the hand that was on her breast and broke off the kiss to bring my Þ ngers to my mouth. Kerry gave a little whimper of protest.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” I murmured, and watched Kerry’s eyes grow hooded as she watched me slip my Þ ngertip into my mouth. I enjoyed her reaction to watching me, and I withdrew slowly.
“Hmm, mine,” she exhaled and reached up to claim my mouth again.
I brought my wet Þ ngertips back to the breast that awaited me and slid them over her beautifully turgid nipple, pinched it lightly, then rolled it a bit like I had done to my own, earlier.
She moaned into my mouth, and that sent such a jolt through to my own body that I jumped, dislodging the other hand from the warm place it had been to a warmer one. It was a happy little accident. I cupped her and she pushed her hips into my hand, so I pressed harder
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and massaged with my palm.
I brought that hand back under her shirt to her stomach, feeling the soft skin and the muscles underneath, and stroking, gripping, tickling, I came to her waistband. “This okay?” I interrupted our furious kiss to whisper.
“Oh, yeah, Nina,” she kissed me in open-mouthed need, “more than okay.” She released my head from one arm and brought her hand down near mine. I heard the zip of her jeans, which sent another burst of Þ re through me, and I slid my hand the rest of the way down.
I was surprised—Kerry wasn’t wearing any underwear, but the shock of that pleasant realization came and went in the wonder that surged through me as I felt the soft hairs under my Þ ngertips. Gently I brushed through the light fuzz to reach for the narrow cleft that I knew I’d Þ nd, and I found Kerry, hard and waiting.
I slid my Þ ngers through that fold, wanting to feel everything, and Kerry took her mouth away from mine to groan throatily. Her eyes were closed, she rolled her head against my shoulder, and the look on her face was arousing me more, if that was at all possible.
God, I’d never been this turned on before, ever, not even in my own best fantasies. I watched her face, I watched her body, I watched my hands moving on her body in rapt fascination. Have I said yet how incredible this was? Everybody, and I mean everybody, wanted Kerry, and though I knew that she had fooled around a little bit, just like I had, I also knew she’d never done this before, well, not with another person, anyway. DeÞ nitely not with another girl. This was a Þ rst, for both of us, and I was awed, humbled, and yes, proud that she wanted to share that, to do this, with me, she wanted me…
One Þ nger reached a bit farther down, and I was again happily surprised. She was wet, really wet, like I’d never known anyone could be. And what would I have known about it, anyway. I mean, I’d read about it, but I’d never gotten any more than this thinner-than-water sort of ß uid in my own private experimentation, and as far as I knew, neither had she, since this was one of those many things we’d discussed.
Oh my God! This was thick, but not really, and slippery. This was like honey, but not as sticky, like Þ nger painting with the most expensive and luxurious of paints; this was like water but better, smooth and hot; this was wonderful, and this was for me.
Kerry parted her legs, and I was moved on every level. “I ain’t spreading these babies for just anybody,” she’d say to anyone who
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asked her the “big sex” question. “You’re talking engraved-in-gold invitation here. Better be a damn good kisser, too.” I already knew I wasn’t just anybody. I was her best friend, so I guess I was a damn good kisser—I’d just been invited.
I lightly touched the source of that glorious wetness, but Kerry jumped. “Baby, that stings a bit,” she whispered, “but don’t stop the other thing, okay?” she asked, “because it feels like,” and she caught her breath, “like I’m on Þ re.”
“I won’t stop,” I promised. Oh, the other thing?
Kerry’s clit was so hard and swollen that I had it between my thumb and middle Þ nger and was stroking it up and down, and every exposing downstroke brought the tip against my index Þ nger, the one that had been exploring. I loved the way she felt, soft and hard at the same time.
Wait a second, though, my brain caught up with the situation…that spot stung for me, too. Maybe, maybe it was too close to the bottom, just, like, a bad angle or something. What if I brought my Þ nger up to the top of that opening? Would that feel better?
But Þ rst, I brought that Þ nger and the glorious wetness on it back over the head of her clit and rubbed it everywhere, then went back to the other thing (see above explanation, okay?) and brought the explorer back to the very top of her entrance.
“Oh yeah, Nina,” she choked out, “that’s just, huh, really good.” Her body leaned back hard into mine.
I pressed that tip a little harder against her and kept up the motion that I’d started before. Kerry’s hips started to move, and she pulled my head down for a ragged kiss. I attacked her mouth, and as her body moved faster, so did my hand, matching her.
I felt such tenderness, such overwhelming warmth, that my body felt like it would burst. This was the most incredible thing that had ever happened in my life, and it was the most wondrous, Kerry was wondrous. Her pleasure was an incredible turn-on to me, and every shake, moan, and movement she made, every grab at my shoulders and arms, just made the Þ re within me burn hotter. It also made her that much more precious to me.
Suddenly, Kerry grabbed the hand that was still on her breast.
Crushing it to her, she pulled on my shoulder with the other, and her head tossed and pressed into my chest. Her hips jumped, and I watched this gorgeous ß ush of color rush up her neck to her face. Her hips
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jumped again and came up off the ß oor, and suddenly, I slid inside her. Kerry let go of the hand on her breast to squeeze and press the one inside. She groaned loudly.
My body jolted with her and my mouth was an open O of astonishment. Jesus Christ. I hadn’t meant to do that, I wasn’t go
ing to, was planning on not, but I had, and I think, I hope, she wanted me to. Now I was in her, inside Kerry, and it was soft and hot, and it was pulling, holding, sliding on me, and it was the most erotic sensation I’d had yet, gliding inside of her.
Instinctively I pressed up and the rhythm between us increased in speed, and I was moving within her, smooth and slick, more of an up-down thing than a direct thrusting. I didn’t want to hurt her; I wanted her body to tell me what it wanted. I wanted her to feel good.
I Þ nally let go of that luscious breast and wrapped my now-free arm under hers to anchor her to me, holding her tightly. Kerry strained against me as we moved together, and I lavished hot open-mouthed kisses on her neck.
God, how I wanted Kerry to come, here, now, with me, in my arms and with her wet heat wrapped around me. “Come, baby, let go,” I whispered in her ear, and kissed her some more. “God, I want you to come.”
Once more she brought her mouth back to mine, and we kissed frenziedly while her body and my Þ ngers moved within and without her.
Kerry’s back arched, then relaxed, arched again and held, the tendons in her neck standing out in sharp relief while the soft heat inside her gripped me with such incredible strength I could feel my own clit throb harder than ever. I was higher than I’d ever been before, and I could have sworn I was going with her to whatever place she was ß ying to, and Kerry was heartbreakingly, painfully, excruciatingly beautiful.
“God, Nina,” she gritted out through her teeth, one last ß ick of her tongue between my lips, one last push against my hand, sliding me deep within her. Kerry held that tension a bit longer, then released it.
Her hips stilled and her body relaxed.
I stilled my Þ ngers, her hand now lax on mine, and cuddled her tighter to me with the other, planting little kisses on her head. “God, Kerry, you are so damn beautiful,” I murmured into her hair, “just so very fucking beautiful.” I held her tight and drew up my legs to hug her closer. I was going to remove my hand, but she stopped me.