Pleasure Point: The Complete Series

by Evans, Jennifer

  “Grab my bong, will you, honey?” she said, “And my stuff’s in my bottom dresser drawer.”

  “Are you sure you should be doing that all the time?”

  “I told you, it helps with the pain. Quit being a buzzkill.”

  In the bottom drawer, behind the sandwich baggie filled with bright green marijuana, I saw Rosalyn’s sex toys. She had a collection of dildos in pink and purple and something in a see-through plastic case. What the hell are those for? They looked like pink, plastic thimbles.

  “What’s taking you so long?” she yelled from the living room. I jerked my head up and dropped the baggie. My face felt hot, my hands shaking. I took a deep breath to compose myself.

  I returned with the stash and handed her the bong. She filled the bowl. “Give me a light, sweetie.” I flicked her lighter, and she took a long toke then sank back against the pillows. “Damn, that’s good.” She gazed at me through eyes that were quickly glazing over. She took another toke and said, “We learned in school that the best way to get the lymphatic system moving is through massage. Pour that water out and rub my ankle, will you, babe?”

  I practically skipped into the kitchen and back with anticipation. Maybe it was better not to talk about what’d happened the other day. I was going to touch Rosalyn! I dried her leg gently with a towel. “Okay, tell me how to do it.”

  She took another toke, set the bong aside, and pushed up on her elbows, looking at me, her head cocked. “Start at the bottom and work your way up, using your hands to push the fluid upwards.”

  Rosalyn’s foot was delightfully feminine, her toenails painted a pearly pink. I’d never touched a girl’s foot before and wasn’t expecting it to be so dainty and smooth. As I rubbed her ankle, she leaned back against the pillows, closing her eyes and murmuring. “That’s nice. Yeah, that’s perfect. Your hands are so warm.”

  Rosalyn’s breathing was getting funny, and she let out a moan. As I worked my way up, she spread her legs a little. She wore one of those long gauzy skirts, and I saw her sheer underwear as I hiked the skirt up. She kept her eyes closed as my hands massaged their way up her leg. I knew I had to be careful because I was getting way too excited. My heartbeat sped up, and my breathing got funny, too. Jesus! I wanted to slip my fingers underneath her panties so badly, but didn’t want to shock her, and I wouldn’t have known what to do anyway. My only experience with knowing what sex looked like was the porn I’d watched where men thrust hard inside screaming women or pushed their fingers inside them. I wanted to do those things, but I didn’t want to hurt Rosalyn. Maybe I could just touch her hair.

  Nervously, I sat next to her on the sofa, our legs touching. As though coming out of a trance, she opened her brown eyes wide. “Jax? What are you doing?”

  My breathing was so fast I thought I’d black out. When I smoothed her hair back, it felt just as soft and wild as I thought it would. Before she had a chance to say anything else, I kissed her. She let out a moan and kissed me back, her warm tongue darting inside my mouth. She tasted wonderful, like the ocean mixed with something sweet.

  “Well, that’s certainly one cure for a sprained ankle,” she said. “Hand me my bong, will you?”

  She took a long toke. “You know, if you’re going to kiss me, I’m going to have to teach you how. Come here, sweetie.” I leaned in so close that I could see every lash of her eyelashes, could feel the heat of her flushed cheeks. “But just one more time. Okay, maybe twice. Make your mouth loose, not so tense. Just relax and feel my tongue, then you put your tongue in my mouth.”

  Rosalyn was letting me kiss her!

  I touched her soft lips with mine. Her sweet tongue moved into my mouth, and I thought for sure I was going to come. I didn’t know how long I could take it. I wanted to rip her clothes off.

  “That’s enough, honey,” she said. “I think maybe you need to get home now.”

  “What? Really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  “Are you going to be okay? Can I get you anything? Can you make it into the kitchen okay without me?”

  “Yes, my dear knight, I will be okay. Besides, I’ve got little Leo here taking care of me.” She stroked the kitty.

  “So, I’ll see you later?”

  “Yeah, sounds good. I’ve got homework. See you later, honey.”

  I set the bong next to her, made sure Leo had food in his bowl, and brought her a glass of that bubbly water she liked. I grabbed the trash on the way out and left.

  When I walked home, my surfboard tucked under my arm, everything was bright and vibrant. A few hummingbirds whizzed overhead, and I realized that I’d never noticed how colorful they were and how charming their “sweet, sweet” cries sounded. Music blared out of a passing car, and it felt like the bass guitar and the singers voice went right into my heart and head. My body was light and airy, like I could’ve run a hundred miles without getting tired. I wanted to sing and dance and shout from the rooftops how happy my heart felt. It seemed like it was going to swell right out of my chest. Rosalyn had let me kiss her!

  When I arrived, everything seemed so normal. Mom was in the kitchen fixing dinner, Tyler was in our room playing the guitar, and Dad was fixing a broken handle on the window. Couldn’t they see that life was freaking amazing?

  “How was surfing?” Mom asked.

  “Great. It was totally awesome. Tyler, you missed out big time,” I yelled to my brother as I made my way down the short hallway to our bedroom and landed on the bed with a happy grin.

  “What’re you so happy about?”

  “Surfing.”

  “Waves were good?”

  “Yep.”

  His green eyes studied me intently. “How big?”

  “Big. Why didn’t you surf today?”

  “Have to practice for my gig.” He perched on the edge of his bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his face cradled in his hands. “What’s going on with you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You look different.”

  “If you mean that I’m totally ripped and the best surfer down at the Cliffs, then yes, you may bow to the King.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You have the hots for someone, huh?”

  I took a sharp breath in and stammered a response. “What’re you talking about?”

  “Something’s different about you. It’s that chick from school … what’s her name … Jamie, right?”

  Jamie was a girl at school who kept hounding me to take her out. She was hot and all, but not my style. Way too aggressive. I smiled a secret smile. Rosalyn was aggressive in the very best way. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. “Dude, I’m not interested in her.”

  “Why not? You could do worse.”

  “Yeah, and why don’t you take her out?”

  “Not my flavor. So, who is it?”

  “What makes you think there’s somebody?”

  “Just ‘cause you’re acting psycho. Like the other day when I caught you putting the butter in the pantry instead of the fridge.”

  “Yeah? So?”

  “Don’t lie to me. Something’s up.”

  Tyler and I were close. Being twelve months apart was almost like being twins. Tyler couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t in his life and I couldn’t remember a time he wasn’t in mine. We were only a grade apart at school, had the same circle of friends, liked the same music, and we both surfed. The only thing I didn’t do that he did was play the guitar. I didn’t like keeping secrets from him, but no way was I telling anyone what had happened between Rosalyn and me. “Nothing’s up.”

  “Yeah, well, if you say so.” He rolled his eyes, then picked up his guitar and headed for the door. “Gotta go to practice. Say hi to Jamie for me next time you see her. Chick’s been calling you.”

  I collapsed back on my bed after Tyler left and smiled, contentment and love surging through my system like a drug.

  If Tyler found out, I figured I could handle him. I’d make him understand what it felt like to be in
love. Why hadn’t anyone ever told me how this felt? All the dumb romantic movies or love songs I’d ever heard didn’t come close to what the feeling was like in real life.

  I wanted to make sense of what Rosalyn meant to me. It wasn’t only her sexy body and the way she had her own style. A big part of it was that she needed me. She needed a real man to help her and make her happy. There was a sadness about her that I think was the reason she smoked so much pot. Kind of like she was looking for something to make her happy in life, and I wanted to be the one to do that. When we were together, it was like being with a best friend who was also pretty and delicate, like a flower that needed watering. I wanted to take care of her every day for the rest of our lives.

  If my mom or dad found out what was really going on between Rosalyn and me, they’d go ballistic. Mom especially, because she was always bugging me to date girls from school. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a girlfriend; it was more that the ocean was my lover. I raised my arms over my head and stretched. I couldn’t let my folks find out because I didn’t know how they’d ever forgive Rosalyn. I had to protect her, make sure our love stayed secret at least for now.

  But I didn’t want to think about reality.

  Rosalyn had let me kiss her!

  Rosalyn

  Holy-moly. I let Jax kiss me. I had gone too far, and I had to turn back. What I was doing was so wrong. But here’s the worst part. After Jax left, I raced into my bedroom, stripped off my clothes, put my pink nipple suckers on, grabbed one of my favorite vibrators, and had a good old fashioned masturbation session. I thought about Jax the whole time. When he’d been massaging my leg, his warm, strong hands turned my spine to jelly. Guilt washed over me. He was Lydia’s son! I couldn’t let this go on. Maybe Jax was right. Maybe I did need to cut back on smoking so much pot.

  After three orgasms, my body was relaxed and my head clear.

  I lay on my bed, the ocean breeze blowing through the open window tickling my naked skin, the scent of salty air reminding me of Jax. As sad as this was to admit, at age thirty, I’d never met anyone as caring and attentive to my needs as Jax. He was polite, considerate, and eager to please. One time we’d been surfing together, and I’d wiped out on a wave. That happened a lot to beginners. Jax swiftly paddled over to me, scanned my body for injury, looked me in the eyes, and asked if I was okay. Of course I was okay, just a little water up my nose. Whenever we were together in the ocean, he kept an eye on me to make sure I was safe. When he was at my house, he never let me lift a finger. He fetched things from the kitchen, took out the trash, cleaned the cat box, did odd jobs and ran errands. Jax honestly cared about me without expecting anything in return.

  My head got fuzzy thinking about his body. He had a muscular chest and flat abdomen leading down to a V shape just above his pelvis. His arms were powerfully built from the constant upper body workout he got while surfing. When he wrapped those strong, protective arms around me, supporting me because of my limp, I wanted to melt into him and forget the burden of taking care of myself. Just let him do it for a while. And his delicious scent. When he hugged me, his aroma was salty and delectable, like the ocean. And those eyes. They were the clearest, most intense, mesmerizing blue eyes. Maybe he was hypnotizing me. And when he smiled, he even had dimples.

  I was in trouble.

  I could not let this go any further. I was taking advantage of an impressionable young man who had no experience with women. A young man who was my friend’s son no less.

  I had to have a talk with him.

  Jax

  I couldn’t think about anything except Rosalyn. When I went to school the next day, I tried as hard as I could to concentrate, but in English class, I kept reading the same sentence over and over, and I still couldn’t understand it. In gym class, we played basketball. “Hey, Priest!” one of the guys on my team yelled to me. “Watch the ball, will ya?” He passed me the ball, and I was so busy staring off into space, thinking about Rosalyn that the ball hit me right in the head.

  At lunch in the cafeteria, Jamie, the girl who’d been hitting on me sat down, leaned in as close as she could, and said, “Hey, you coming to the party tonight?” I could barely breathe through the scent of her sickeningly sweet perfume, like pears in heavy syrup.

  The last thing on my mind was going to parties with these kids. “Can’t make it.”

  “Well, you’re going to miss out on some tequila shooters.” Her breath was hot in my ear. “And tequila gets me all worked up, if you know what I mean.” She rested her hand on my thigh.

  I smiled weakly and went back to eating my sandwich. “Maybe next time.”

  After school, I raced home, grabbed my skateboard, and headed for Rosalyn’s. On the way, I spotted the most beautiful rose bush and stopped to pick a single pink rose. Girls liked roses.

  She wasn’t home yet, so instead of using my key, I waited on the front stoop so I could watch her drive up. My palms were sweaty, and I couldn’t stop that crazy flip-flop thing in my stomach at the thought of seeing her again. And then, there she was in that crazy bimmer of hers. She got out of the car, and it was weird; there was a light around her body.

  “Hi,” I said when she walked up, “This is for you.” I handed her the rose. She took the rose, not making eye contact.

  “Jax, we need to talk.” The way she said it made my heart sink.

  I followed her inside. My body felt weak. It was, I don’t know, it was like if Rosalyn wasn’t happy, then I wasn’t happy.

  She grabbed a vase from the kitchen and stuck the rose in, setting it on the counter. “Thanks, baby. It’s beautiful.” She collapsed on the sofa, picked up her bong, and lit up, taking a couple of tokes. I sat on the floor in front of her, my hands clasped over my knees. “What happened to your finger?” she said. Blood dripped from my finger.

  “Just got pricked by thorns on the rose bush.”

  She stood up, took my hand and walked me into the bathroom. “Let’s get you fixed up.” She searched through the medicine cabinet until she found the bandages. “Hold still.” We stood in her tiny bathroom, face to face, while she carefully cared for my bleeding finger. The world stopped moving. Though I felt cool air coming through the open window I felt the heat of her body. I could even hear her breath moving in and out. Our hands touched, our eyes met, and before I knew what was happening, my hands were in her hair and my lips on hers. I kissed her hard, and she kissed me back. Her breasts pressed against me, and I pulled her into me harder. She pushed me away. “Stop it!” She escaped into the living room, slumped down on the sofa, and buried her face in her hands.

  “Jax, we can’t do this.” She looked at me, and my heart melted. Rosalyn was so gorgeous with those lovely brown eyes, her clear skin, and that delectable mouth that I wanted to kiss and kiss and never stop kissing.

  “Jesus Christ, Jax, you’re a teenager! You’re Lydia’s boy.”

  I kneeled down in front of her and put both my hands on her knees. “That doesn’t matter. Nobody has to know.”

  She crossed her arms and looked away. “Don’t you have somebody in your class you’re interested in?”

  “They’re all such little girls. You’re different. C’mon Roz. Why can’t we just have fun together? Maybe try out some of those toys you have in your bottom drawer?”

  She let out a gasp. “You’ve been going through my drawers?”

  “You made me go in there looking for your stash.”

  She sank back against the pillows. “This is ridiculous. I have plenty of men my own age I can date.”

  My body sagged with despair at the thought of Rosalyn being with another man. “You do?”

  “Yes, Jax, I do. There are plenty of men at work who want to date me. Men who are men. Who are mature and my age.”

  “Are you dating them?”

  “Well, no. But I could.”

  “So why don’t you?”

  “Because … Oh Jesus Christ Jax, this whole thing is so wrong.

  “But this is dif
ferent Rosalyn. You know it’s different. We’re friends. Best friends, right?”

  “Maybe.” She crossed her arms in front of her and planted both feet firmly on the floor. “But it takes more than being friends.”

  “So tell me what it takes, and I’ll do it.”

  “Sweetie, I can’t. What if your mom found out? You know how screwed up both our lives would be?”

  “She’s not going to find out. Think I’m stupid?”

  She smiled. “Honey, you are anything but stupid. But no. We can’t.”

  I sat back on my heels, not taking my eyes off of Rosalyn. “You’re single, I’m single. You need somebody to take care of you, and we can just do some easy stuff. We don’t have to have sex.”

  “Easy stuff?” She closed her eyes and shook her head softly.

  “Rosalyn, I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

  She stared at me for a long time, picked up her bong, and took another long toke. “You won’t tell anybody?”

  “Tell anybody what? That you have sex toys?”

  She kicked me with her foot. “No, dummy. I mean, you won’t tell anybody that we kissed?”

  I zipped up my lips and threw away the key. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

  She stood up and paced the small living room. “And if we decide to have a little more ‘fun,’ as you put it, you won’t tell anybody?”

  “Christ almighty, Rosalyn, of course not.”

  “Well, you need to learn how to kiss a girl. What if I taught you that?”

  “I do need to learn, don’t I?”

  “Yes, you do, because Jax Priest, you have no idea how to properly kiss a girl.”

  “Well, then, I’m all yours.”

  She took another toke from the bong, coughed, and said, “You are pretty darn cute. If you weren’t so darn cute and sweet—”

  “So what do I do?”

  “Come here.” We sat on the sofa together. “Well,” she said, turning to face me, “I’ll put my lips on yours, you make your mouth nice and relaxed, and then I’ll slip my tongue inside your mouth. Keep your tongue relaxed, and then you put it in my mouth. It’s nice if you touch my face while you’re kissing me, maybe touch my hair, stroke my back, and you don’t need to keep your eyes closed even though most people do. I like looking at the person I’m kissing. Ready?”