Typically, once a girl let me know she wanted a piece of me, I got her naked as fast as possible. I would eat her out until she was very close to cumming, and then I would fuck her all “Fast and Furious¹” until we both climaxed in a pile of sweaty kisses and bodily fluids. I never took the time to be intimate, not even with my longtime girlfriend at that time. We just found places - any place - where we were alone and we pounded each other as if we were trying to tenderize meat. She bruised me and I bruised her, it was on a carnal level, and it was good. That girl, even though she was sixteen, knew how to take a hard cock. There is no other way I can describe it… Ramona Cervantes was a good lay.
But with Katie, that night, something different had happened within me. I know it was a direct result that the world was fucking with her. I could feel the protectiveness within me. I was somehow destined to be there for her when she needed me the most. It was right then and I was not about to let her down. There was nothing sexual between us. This was about caring, about supporting. Sure, it could’ve lead to other things, but not this night. This night, this time, it was about Katie – Katie alone. I just wanted her to be happy.
I held onto her until sleep overtook me. I awoke the next day to her wondrous hazel eyes seeking recognition within mine. Her body still positioned as it had been for most of the night. She hadn’t moved an inch. Of course, I was engorged with the ever timely “morning wood”, on top of which she was sitting. Her weight, though not significant, still made the pressure on my dick almost unbearable, but she didn’t move off me. I stirred and grimaced under the weight of her body. My cock was so hard I swear I could feel every pore in the fleshy expanse of her butt cheeks. I was more than certain she knew this as well, though she didn’t wiggle, or anything like that. She just stared.
“You do love me, right?” she asked in a demure voice I never heard her use before.
Yet, my response was instantaneous, “Yes, of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“Just checking, you are a guy you know,” she reposted adroitly.
“I think our connection goes a bit deeper than your average boy-girl thing, wouldn’t you agree?” I could counter too, if need be.
“Yes, I would. I was just making sure you understood that too,” she began as she shifted her ass, placing it more centrally against the pole of my penis. I could feel the individual flaps of her crotch. Her sex was surrounding mine! My manhood was a mere weft of cotton from touching the puffy labia’s of her vagina.
God damn, Katie, there was no reason to push the fucking limits like this!
“And this doesn’t distract you or cloud your thoughts?” She asked looking down, well aware of my condition.
Was she reading my mind?
I took my time and made sure I had sufficient air behind my words. “It distracts, Kat, but it doesn’t detract from what I know are my feelings for you.”
“You are the wickedest of boys, aren’t you?” she prompted, but really didn’t intend for me to answer.
But… I obliged, because when it came to Katie I was notoriously kind, which is – if you haven’t guessed - the modern terminology for what maidens in medieval times termed - chivalrous. “I really don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.”
You see, chivalry – twenty-first century style.
“You mean to sweep me off my feet, don’t you?” she asked in what I knew was her playful iteration.
“Truthfully, Katie, what I want to do mostly, at this very moment in time, is take a piss. So, you had better removed your ass from my lap or I am going to give you the world’s grandest golden shower!”
She laughed her usual Katie laugh. I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders. She was more herself today than when she’d arrived the day before, even after her setback in the middle of the night.
“Ok, go pee, but you better come back and tell me the truth,” she commanded and then lifted herself from my lap. I literally scampered to the bathroom, holding the tip of my penis as hard as I could, so that I wouldn’t shoot urine all over the place.
A few minutes later, I came from the bathroom and found Katie stretched across my bed, a delightful sight before my eyes. In her attempt to get comfortable, her top had twisted somehow beneath her body. Right there, before me, was her right breast, exposed and in plain sight. She was one of those girls with very small areoles, bright pink and puckered with large goose bumps all around, but those tiny circles of flesh were counterpoised by large nipples. That day they stood at attention nearly a half-inch high. What the fuck, Katie! I screamed internally as I tried to ignore that fact that my balls clenched simultaneously, and looked away. Maybe I wasn’t quite ready for her head to move downward and engulf me as I had dreamed about so many times. I walked toward the bed. She stirred at my approach, turning only head to face me. She hadn’t bothered to cover herself or hadn’t noticed her tit had flipped out of her top. I couldn’t tell which.
“You know your tit is hanging out,” I pointed out to her bluntly, motioning toward her chest. Yeah I guess I was chivalrous after all…
She looked down and chuckled, though she didn’t seem all that embarrassed. She simply shifted her weight in order to straighten her blouse. “Wow, I hadn’t realized I’d be giving you a show this early in the morning. I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.” She peered back at me with a wide smile. Her eyes glistened in the fresh light of the new day.
I sat next her, one side of my hips bumping into one of hers. She continued to lay supine upon the bed. I looked down at her, openly admiring her, not caring if she caught me in the act. She was beautifully serene in the brightening light of the sun. I could vaguely make out her naked form beneath her pajamas, her perky breasts with their oversized nipples, the nice curve to her hips, even her petite feet seemed welcoming as they peeked from her bottoms.
Was I in love with this girl or was I just lusting after her?
“So, are you or not?” she quietly, breaking from my reverie. So suddenly, I was uncertain of the topic she was referencing.
I was thinking about her body and out of nowhere, she was asking if I was going to do something or not. I was jolted by the question, and more than a little nervous. “Huh?” I replied too quickly and my voice cracked, making me flush like a twelve-year-old seeing his first porn mag.
She frowned at me, cocking her head to one side. “What were you thinking about?”
“N-nothing.” Again too fast, making me sound like my balls hadn’t dropped yet.
Her frown deepened. Not in a hard way, the smirk out of the corner of her mouth let me know she knew she had the better of me. I stayed silent.
She continued to gaze at me.
The quiet stretched.
“So, what…?!? Umm… was your question, again?” I fumbled, clearing my throat midway, just to get through the sentence.
She clucked her tongue inside her mouth and shook her head, whispering, “Naughty …”, a few times, but nothing else.
“Well?” I inquired a second time, trying desperately to get her mind off the subject.
She glared at me with the same quizzical expression on her face for a few more seconds. “I had asked you earlier if you were going to sweep me off my feet, remember?”
“Oh, oh yeah, yeah I remember.” Actually, I hadn’t, but whatever.
“That was what I was referring to…,” she trailed off, eyebrows raised, “…whether or not you were going to be so nice and sweet to me that you were going to sweep me off my feet. I was wondering if that was your intention. You know, break down my defenses and run away with my heart.” She was smiling broadly now, talking in a mocking tone, but with a strange twist of sarcasm. There was a genuine will to want to know the truth as well, as if she were half-serious and half-bullshitting. She was so good at playing this game; I couldn’t read her as well as I usually could.
Not wanting to fall into one of her self-deprecating traps (if that’s what this was). I answered carefully, like I was tip-toeing through
a mind field. “It would be hard for me to act like a dick towards you, because of how long we’ve known one another, and because I like you, I always have, you know that.” Her smile had faded to a thoughtful curve of her lips. She was nodding slowly. “So, I guess, overtime maybe, let’s say over the course of the summer, my behavior leads you down that path… it would be purely natural, you see? Then, through sheer habit and repetition, I guess I could eventually sweep you off your feet.” I stopped abruptly, feeling as though I’d said too much or had crossed a line somewhere. “But, that wouldn’t be my intention… I mean, I’m not planning on playing any games with you, Kat. If what I said made it sound that way, then that’s not what I meant,” I added for clarification.
“No, no, don’t worry, you answered the question truthfully, and… now I know… But thanks about the games part,” she began in a higher, quicker voice. Then she slowed, turning serious once again. “I couldn’t take that if it came from you. You’re my White Knight, right? I couldn’t have that from you.” She reached out and squeezed my thigh. It tickled and made me jump a fraction from the surface of the bed. She had me so wound up; I was being startled by nothing.
“You won’t get that from me, ever,” I said, affirming her beliefs. At least, I hoped as I placed my hand atop hers. It occurred to me that we might be opening new doors and walking right through them without thinking - doors we shouldn’t be opening in the first place.
I was still fretting over this when a thought came out of nothing. An impression there was something beginning to simmer between us, something having nothing to do with friendship. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, peering down from this incredible height into an abyss. If I fell in would I ever be able to climb back out? I had lusted after Katie, on a number of levels, and yes, it was true that I often beat my meat with unclean thoughts of her coursing through my mind, but that was just animalistic fodder, not this… where she was so different, her guard down, unarmed, approachable, and yet so full with emotion, hurt even. I couldn’t say she was vulnerable, because Katie was never that. She had an uncanny ability to bounce back from just about anything, much like she had done over the course of the past twenty-four hours. No, this was new - way new - above and beyond new…
I squeezed her hand and she squeezed my leg. I hadn’t realized we’d been looking into each other’s eyes the entire time…
I had always loved gazing into those eyes.
“Estefan?” she murmured.
“Yes?” I mimicked her intonation.
“I think… well, I can feel - ,” she began, but never got to finish. Over on the other side of my bed, my fucking iPhone vibrated and chirped, startling us both and shattered the moment.
I didn’t break eye contact with her, but my face melted into angst as I mouthed, “Sorry.” She nodded as I got up, ran around the bed. I answered the phone with such haste I forgot to look at the Caller ID. I answered the call “blind”.
“Hello?” This was me into the receiver of the phone.
“What up Deeeeck?” said the deliberately obnoxious voice on the other end. This told me, in an instant, who was speaking. It was Jacob, my cousin from biological father’s side of the family. Jacob, who just happened to be the same age as me and went to the same high school I attended.
“Not much, what’s going on, where are you?” I asked surprised, because he was the last person I was expecting to call.
“Where am I at? Where am I at? Fool, I’m here at school with your girlfriend, both of us wondering where the fuck you’re at, that’s where I’m at,” he answered in a huff. This let me know instantly - because I knew him well enough to catch the little nuisances in his words - that Ramona, my girlfriend, had probably been all up his ass all morning trying to find out where I was. She could be tenacious at times, so I knew why he was so frustrated with me.
“Ah man, I forgot to text her last night about the…,” I paused to glance at Katie to see if she was listening. She was gone from the bed and was in the bathroom, most likely, out of earshot, “…situation here at the house. She did get all crazy on you?”
“Naw, man, well… nothing I couldn’t handle, because I’ve known the crazy chick for about as long as you have.” I could her Ramona talking loud in the background, not liking the way Jacob was talking about her. Her displeasure was vocal - loud. “But, hey, why didn’t you come to school today? I thought we were going to fuck around, get high and shit.”
No, dickhead, you were gonna get high, while I was going to sit back and watch your ass stumble around and make a fool of yourself.
“Jake, man, I told you the deal with Katie, remember?” I was whispering hoarsely at this point, wanting talk of Katie to remain private.
“Oh shit, you mean that fine ass hottie showed up?” He had said that much too loud and Ramona had heard it. I could hear her yelling in the background that I “better not have some skank-ass bitch up at my house” - or something along those lines.
“Jake, fuck dude, will you calm down!” I demanded into the phone, still lower than I normally would have spoken, but just barely. There was no immediately reply only a slew of garbled words and loud electronic rattling noises coming from his end. I could hear my cousin. I could hear Ramona. I couldn’t make out what they were saying. It was as if a hurricane had suddenly leaped into existence over their heads. “Jake, you there? Jake - !” I called into the phone.
“This is not Jake, Steven.”
When Ramona used the English version of my name, I knew I was in trouble. It meant she was on the verge of getting pissed off, royally.
Fuck!
“Oh, hey Mona, what happened to Jacob?” asking a ridiculously obvious question in order to distract her.
“Who’s at the house?”
Well, so much for that…
Her voice was slow and measured, but definitely carried an edge to it. I could tell she was talking through clenched teeth.
“Katie,” I replied simply, knowing she knew who the girl was, that she’d been associated with our family for a long time.
She sighed into the phone heavily, making static resound in my ears. “Oh, god dammit, Eff, I fucking thought you had some hoochie² up in your bed! Jesus Christ, don’t fucking scare me like that! Ever, ok?!?” She was waiting for a reply.
“Yeah, no problem. Things got a little busier than I expected last night – “, did they ever with Katie sleeping in my lap! “ – And my mom sprung the whole ‘why don’t you stay with Katie tomorrow thing instead of going to school’, super last minute. I just forgot to call or text. So, I apologize, babe.” I had meant it, because it was true. The entire situation had grown with such complexity I was having a hard time keeping up.
“Ok, ok, I’m not freaking out anymore. Sorry I was acting like a bitch, but I was just defending what is mine, you know right?” she asked the question using her baby voice, which at times was cute. At others, like now, it was just a little bit over the top.
“I understand.”
“Really, you do?”
“Yes, I do,” I reaffirmed, hoping the whole misunderstanding had passed us.
“Good! So, umm, how about me and Jacob ditch after nutrition and come out and hang with you guys?”
I breathed easy. She genuinely sounded like she’d gotten over the entire thing. Then, I caught the gist of the rest of what she had said and stopped short. Shit, did I really want them out at the house after Katie had been through the ringer? She was just how recovering from being an emotional wreck. Would visitors be a good idea? Which, when translated from the bullshit I was telling myself, meant - did I want my overly-jealous girlfriend hovering over Katie and me with each passing moment? Did I want my horn-dog cousin dropping every pickup line imaginable in vain attempt after vain attempt to get into Katie’s panties?
Katie came out of the bathroom and we exchanged a quick looks, hers questioning, mine a bit muddled.
“Hold on, Mona,” I spoke into the cell phone, not waiting for
her response. I nodded toward Katie.
She motioned the ubiquitous “what?” gesture with her hands.
I put my hand over the phone’s receiver. “Ramona and Jacob want to come over during nutrition, you up for some company?”
She shrugged in a noncommittal fashion, tilting her head to side. “How long until they’d get here?” she asked crossing her arms under her breasts.
“I don’t know, what time is it?” I asked aloud to no one in particular, letting my hand drop.
Ramona quickly replied in my ear. “It’s a little after nine o’clock, Eff.”
Wow, I hadn’t realized we’d slept in that late!
To Katie I replied, “They said they’d ditch during nutrition, so that about an hour from now and it’ll take them about forty-five minutes to get here, if they’re walking, which, most likely, they are.”
“I guess that’s ok, I just wanted to make sure we had enough time to clean up and get ready,” she reposted quietly.
Clean up? What the hell did she mean by that?
However, I forced myself to ignore the question for the moment, and said to Ramona, “Sounds good, but are you guys gonna be ok? I mean I live like two miles from the school and you’ll be dodging every fucking random NIA stool pigeon on the lookout for anything ‘unusual’”
Ramona smirked through the handset. “Baby doll, I’ve been skirting Truant Officers, the po-po and the random-wanna-be-government enforcers since the day I was born!”
I shrugged to myself, Ramona could be very dramatic when she wanted to be, and that was about half of the time. “Ok… so we should expect you around eleven then?”
“Yeah that sounds about right… So, I guess I will see you soon then. I can’t wait!” she said it with a little predatory growl underlying her words. Her signal to me that she wanted to fuck once she got to the house. That made me sigh with resignation, because, after everything I had been through the night before, I wasn’t quite sure if I was ready for intimacy on that level with anyone other than Katie… at least not yet.
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