Red Light

by J. D. Glass

  Over the course of the last few years since I’d really started dating, I’d come to know that there are women who like their clits stroked. Others like to be jerked off, and still others love that constant caressing pressure that rubs the hood along the shaft.

  But when Kerry had my cock stretching her pussy from behind with a deep, fast thrust, she liked the shaft of her clit stroked from below so the exposed head could fuck my fingers.

  “That is so fucking good…you fuck me so right…so…fucking…right…” she moaned as my hips forced her against the wall and she grabbed my arms, pushing herself back into my chest.

  My clit throbbed behind my dick as I fucked her, an exquisite, painful pleasure, and torn between needing more and giving more, I pressed harder on her clit, which swelled as it grazed my skin.

  “Come, baby,” I crooned into her ear, my eyes half closed as I felt the burn intensify, narrowing its focus from my groin to just my clit, “come with your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  She gasped and ground down on me, and I knew that the combination of the fuck and the words was bringing her to the edge.

  “So close,” she groaned as she released my arm to reach for my shoulder, “so fucking close!”

  Her fingers dug into the muscle as her body waved, then arched, rigid against me. The cry she wanted to let go strangled in her throat, and I tightened my grip around her waist so she wouldn’t fall as she released my shoulder.

  “God, Tori,” she breathed heavily, her head leaning on my collarbone.

  I kissed her neck as I carefully withdrew from her so-hot cunt and slipped my dick back into my pants. “You okay?” I nuzzled the soft skin of her neck. Her fine blond hairs tickled against my cheeks, as soft as rabbit fur, and I adjusted her skirt.

  “Wonderful, baby, just wonderful,” she answered. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with that sexy just-been-fucked languor.

  “You didn’t come yet, did you?” she observed softly, stroking my face with her fingertips and grinding my cock between us.

  “Kerry…” I groaned in a low voice, spitting the words out between clenched teeth, “we…have to go…to the party.” God, I was so hard.

  But we really did have to go, and I caught her hand to stop her because the sounds beyond the door indicated that not only was the show over, but at least a few people would come out the door we were next to.

  Kerry grinned, still firmly gripping me. “Well, stud,” she asked, “know where there’s a bathroom where we can freshen up?”

  Breathing under control, heart beating madly, and cunt so fucking swollen it was painful, I somehow managed to nod.

  “Yeah…this way.”

  “Good,” Kerry answered, and flashed me the smile of hers I loved the most, a wicked gleam of teeth, “let’s go.”

  We walked down the hallway to the promised bathroom: two stalls on one side, two sinks on the other, and black tile everywhere.

  As soon as the door closed behind us, Kerry pounced, pushing me over to the far wall. “There’s no way,” she said, her voice throaty and harsh as she breathed into the tender skin under my jaw, “I’m letting you walk into any party with my hard-on,” she finished as her hands worked quickly and once again released my cock.

  “Nah, Kerry, it’s all right, let’s just—oh…”

  Her fingers slipped under the leather strap and were barely inside my needing cunt as she knelt before me and took my dick in her mouth.

  The sight of her blond head, hair hanging down so it obscured her face, sliding along the cock that had just been inside her did strange things to me as her fingers filled me and fucked me firmly.

  I wanted to stop her so I could throw her on the floor and fuck her until we both couldn’t take it anymore; I wanted to grab her and fuck her face hard.

  But I did neither, and my fingers twitched as I touched the crown of her head and simply leaned back, the black tile cooling my head.

  All I could do was groan and slip my fingers through the fine, light strands of hair as Kerry took the harness from me and replaced the pressure from my dick with the heat of her lips. My hips surged forward, and I let her swallow me as my cunt welcomed the third finger she slid into me.

  “That’s…that’s fucking…yeah,” was all I could manage, and Kerry’s eyes flashed at me for a second before I gave it up and let the screaming need take over.

  My eyes were half closed and my head still against the tile as Kerry fucked my cunt and I fucked her face, when the bathroom door opened silently and a dark head popped around it.

  I looked across the floor into deep blue eyes that caught mine before they dropped to Kerry’s head, then quickly returned to my face.

  It was my cousin’s wife, Samantha, and she grinned. “I’ll see you at the party,” she mouthed at me, then silently closed the door.

  “Yeah…” I choked out, but whether I was responding to the question or to the expert head Kerry was giving me I didn’t know and I didn’t care because, oh yeah, she had my clit so tight between her lips, and fucking God, she had my cunt filled so good and…I was…I was gonna come, I was gonna fucking come, and I told Kerry so, cunt tight around her fingers, clit hard between her lips.

  Kerry reached for my hand and I squeezed it as the end of the ride approached, but fuck it, no, fuck me…yeah, that’s…there…yes.

  I released her hand, and if Kerry hadn’t wrapped an arm around my hips I might have fallen.

  “Nice…” I sighed as I rode the last bit of come out.

  Kerry kissed my clit one last time before she stood, and I steeled myself against the sensation of her fingers emptying my cunt.

  “Just nice?” she asked coyly, her eyes glittering up at me.

  “No,” I bent and whispered into her ear before I kissed her lips, so soft and full after she’d gone down on me, “it was fucking nice.”

  *

  We made out a little more because we could, because we wanted to, and I’d always enjoyed the way Kerry kissed. It was an art form, and some days I was convinced it was half the reason we lived together.

  Well, that and my strange family situation. Oh, shit—the party! And now, since we’d definitely been spotted, we’d definitely be expected.

  Had anyone else seen us, a stranger, some other non-family member, I might have tried to skip the gathering. As relaxed as I was feeling, just thinking about my mother and what kind of mood she might be in was enough to cause the skin on the back of my neck to tighten.

  But Samantha knew I was still around, which meant Nina knew by now, and while she would have understood if I didn’t show, well, that was precisely the reason I had to. I totally admired my cousin. She’d always done her best to take care of me; she’d always told me I was her favorite little sister. I couldn’t disappoint her.

  “Kerry,” I asked quietly against her lips—it really was a shame to stop kissing them, “do you want to go to the party?”

  “After that, stud?” She kissed my chin. “I think we’re ready for anything.”

  While we walked to the sink I glanced around. She had taken my rig off, after all. “Kerr, where—”

  “In my bag,” she answered with a grin.

  Oh. I’d always wondered what she kept in that heavy bag. Now I knew at least one thing. Maybe one day I’d actually ask her about the rest.

  Refreshed and renewed, I led us down the hallway and through a side corridor to the elevator that would take us up to the main floor—and the party.

  I hadn’t been to the club in a long time, probably since the semester and my EMT class had started, and when the guards nodded to us as we got off the elevator, I didn’t recognize the place.

  Nox was huge, an old warehouse that had been painstakingly converted to a multilevel club. Between the ambient music, the huge screens that appeared two stories tall that played various nature, space, and sky images, and the costumed workers with their angel-wing harnesses who walked so carefully around and through the swirl of people, thi
s party was in full swing.

  Someone came up, asked to examine our passes, and led us to a table—it was empty—but I knew where everyone would be: center floor and either talking, dancing, or both.

  I searched the faces in the crowd. There…there they were, exactly where I thought they’d be.

  Kerry set her bag down and took my hand.

  “Ready?” I asked, and we moved toward the knot of people that were my direct genetic relations.

  One thing, I mused as we approached, when the Del Castillos—the maiden name my mother and aunt shared—got together, we certainly were a pretty bunch. There stood my mom, dressed in an elegant deep sapphire blue gown that shimmered, and though her hair was streaked with silver, she wore it regally, pulled back in a chignon. I laughed at myself when I recognized that hairstyle and wondered if admitting that I knew its name would ruin my lesbian street cred. My mother held a glass of red wine as she laughed in conversation with my aunt Carolina, who wore a similarly cut gown in emerald green.

  Next to her was my sister Elena, who chatted with cousin Nico, his hair similar in color to both his sisters’ and swept back off his forehead. It curled slightly above the shoulders of his sharply cut black leather blazer as he grinned back at Elena.

  I continued to look around. There—there was Samantha, shoulder-length brown hair with a shining honey glow that melted over the same formfitting black she’d worn on stage. The only other hint of color was the blue of her eyes and the silver wink of a charm—a miniature sword, a gift from Nina, if I remembered correctly—that hung around her neck. Next to her, back to me and recognizable only by her stance and the copper-touched sheen of the hair that flowed down her back, almost to her waist, stood my cousin.

  Samantha glanced over and saw me, then nudged Nina, who turned.

  “Tori!” Nina called, her voice delighted even above the din of the crowd as she waved me over.

  I tucked Kerry’s hand into my arm and let a genuine smile break across my face. Nina was the only other gay person in our family—and she was out and proud. I was looking forward to introducing her to Kerry, not just because I thought Kerry might enjoy meeting someone well known, but also because Kerry was more than just another girlfriend—she was the woman I lived with, was building an actual home, a life, a future with, and I admit, I was proud of us.

  “I’m glad you made it,” Nina enthused, and wrapped me up in a hug. Despite the width of her shoulders, she felt delicate somehow, like fine filigree steel, and as we ended the hug and parted so we could really see each other, I studied Nina quickly but carefully.

  It wasn’t simply that I was slightly taller than she was, either. To my eyes, hers were a touch more intense, the blue darker, the gray that surrounded them lighter, and she was pale or, at least, paler than usual—but that wasn’t it, that could have been from the performance. No, something was different, something I couldn’t put my finger on, something about her face, the delicate lines more pronounced, yet softer too, I thought as I kissed her cheek.

  “Happy to be here,” I said into her ear. Nina took my hand.

  “So, introduce me to…” and when she saw Kerry, her eyes widened. “Kerry?”

  I looked from Nina to Kerry in surprise, only to see my girlfriend with the strangest expression on her face.

  “Yeah.” She nodded. “You look great, Nina,” she said as my cousin hugged her, an embrace I noticed Kerry was at first reluctant to return, but then did with an intensity that grew as I stared, shocked at their recognition, surprised at the strength of that embrace.

  Samantha gave me a quick hello squeeze and stood next to me, her hands folded before her and wearing a pleasantly bland smile. Nina put an arm around Kerry’s shoulder as they faced us.

  “How do you guys know each other?” I asked, eyes darting from one to the other.

  Kerry glanced up at me, then smirked at Nina. “We used to fuck,” she said, then gave me the same smirk, her chin jutting a challenge as she faced me.

  I stared at her, stunned as I heard Nina say, “Well, I wouldn’t have put it quite like that.” I looked a bit longer as Samantha murmured something to Nina about having to speak to whoever.

  Kerry closed the space between us and put her hands on my chest. “Don’t worry about it, tough guy,” she smiled up at me as she played with the collar of my jacket, “it’s way ancient history.”

  “Uh, okay,” I answered, not knowing what else to say. I mean, all right, I knew Kerry was several years older than me, but it had never even crossed my brain that she and my cousin might have known each other. But stupid, stupid me—they were not only peers, they had much more than met. Of course, Staten Island was a small place.

  “Ah, now there’s my eldest daughter.” I heard my mother’s voice ring out in that unmistakably patrician tone she had when she felt good, and I fixed a smile on my face as I headed over to her, Kerry’s hand once again tucked in my arm.

  “Hello, Mom,” I said, and kissed her on the cheek. “Hello, Tía,” I greeted my aunt, using the word I’d always used—tía or “aunt” in Spanish.

  “And is this the blond beauty who has stolen my child?” my mother asked, her gaze settling on Kerry.

  Kerry had never, ever accused me of being a child, or young, or anything along those lines. Trust my mother to make me feel all of those, though, I thought as I held on to that happy mask I wore on my face. “Mom, this is my girlfriend Kerry, a senior bonds analyst at Dreyfus,” I said, complete with appropriate arm motions, “and Kerry, this is my Mom, Mrs.—”

  Mother interrupted me to take Kerry by the hand. “But you must call me Sophia,” she prompted, “unless, of course,” and my mother glanced at me again, her eyes appraising, “you and my daughter marry, in which case it would then be Mom or Mother or some such variation.”

  I tried not to let the shock show as my mother warmly embraced my girlfriend, then spared me a quick glance, an expression that I knew well, more calculating than kind. I could feel the nausea well up and wondered what she had planned.

  “I’m very happy to finally meet you,” Kerry said in return, and the rest was lost to me as I got caught up first in Nico’s greeting, then Elena’s. My head didn’t stop swimming, though, and I excused myself and headed to the nearest bar after the words “college,” “foolish pride,” and “Nina could do it” floated into my ears in my mother’s voice.

  I’d rescue Kerry from her soon enough, I thought, but first? I really needed a drink to calm my nerves.

  After I got the bartender’s attention and asked for a scotch on the rocks, I thought about what my mom had said and all the things she hadn’t tonight, but had before or would the next time we spoke. Damn.

  My mom would talk about the family legend that had been repeated to me—hell, to all of us—since before I could walk. Remind me what we all had to live up to, the example that had been set, the path to follow, the path to the castle on the black mountain, because that’s who we were: Del Castillo Monte Negron, and I was to never forget it, blah blah blah. She and her sister were Del Castillo, making me Scotts-Del Castillo and my cousin Nina Boyd-Del Castillo, and when oh when would I prove worthy of that blood, because we were both from the same castle that stood rooted on the black mountain.

  And just look at Nina, my mom would add, look at what she’s done.

  Then she’d tell me all about how my aunt and uncle had made it very hard for my cousin when they discovered she was gay. In fact, she somehow found a way to bring that up whenever she was unhappy with me, her none-too-subtle way of reminding me that she was a great mom and that I owed her more than just my existence.

  I wondered if Nina knew how close a thing it had been—two years before my mom moved us back to the States, before my dad split, Nina’s parents had been going to send her to live with us during the off season and to boarding school that next fall. But it didn’t happen—though I had been excited at the time that my cousin would live with us and was disappointed that she hadn’t. Years
later my mother told me it was because she’d told my aunt she’d be happy to take Nina in—my mom didn’t care if her niece, who was also her goddaughter, was gay.

  I took another sip and let it burn its way down. No, it didn’t really surprise me that Nina was so stubbornly successful—look at our common heritage. I just wasn’t sure how deeply we shared it, if I came anywhere near living up to it like she did.

  Visually checking to see my mom and Kerry in cozy conversation, I could have sworn that one of them said the word “wedding.”

  I quailed, but made sure I seemed happy on the outside and sat down anyway. It was rather noisy, I must have heard wrong—no way could I afford one of those for at least a few years. Maybe after I’d worked as a paramedic for a while, or better yet, when I’d finished med school; at least then I’d have a real job.

  As I held up my glass to a passing waiter for another drink, Nina sat down next to me, put an arm around my shoulder, and kissed my cheek. “Missed you, Tor, where’ve you been lately?”

  It was an old joke—because Nina was almost never home. She was always traveling—touring with the band or exploring caverns and castles on journal-worthy expeditions with Samantha.

  “Well,” I grinned, “you know it’s junior year, right?”

  Nina nodded, smiling. “Yeah, and I’d guess you’re getting ready to take your exams and figure out what med school you want and all that?”

  I took a deep breath. “Actually,” I began on a controlled exhale, “I’ve decided to become an EMT, while I’m finishing school, I mean,” I hastily added.

  Nina showed only interest so, emboldened, I continued and explained my plans: about working, becoming a paramedic, then taking the MCAT and working when I wasn’t in school. I didn’t mention that I’d maxed on loans or that I had to help out my mom and sister; I didn’t need to share those details.

  Samantha had come to sit with us in the interim, and she questioned me about the class, the things I was learning, the instructors and who they were.

  “Oh, I know Bob. He used to work with my da in the fire department,” she told me, her eyes sparkling, “him and…” She named a bunch of people, and some of them were instructors of mine too. It was nice, truly nice, to talk with people who seemed to care and be interested in what I was doing rather than trying to talk me out of it.