He adds on a quiet voice, “Shall we skip and dick at my place?”
I nod, not wanting to go back after everything that just happened. Despite the fact he’s the one who caused it.
“The school will call Mee-maw,” Matthew interrupts, his tone playful.
I give him my middle finger as Kane wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Do I give a fuck?”
“My little girl is growing up,” Poppy sniffs dramatically. “But let me just tell you that we will be discussing this later! You massive whore.”
“Don’t call her a fucking whore,” Kane barks over his shoulder.
“You literally just called her a whore back there,” Ren announces, laughing again because he just finds everything so funny.
“Are you forgettin’ the panty incident?” Kane asks, Ren, releasing me so he can walk backwards.
“That’s fucked up, man. What’s alright for you isn’t for me. We’re meant to be brothers.”
Kane grins at me, ignores Ren, and tucks me under his arm again. “I got you.”
“Bit late for that, Kane. You started this shit.”
“I’m not sorry,” he admits and I blink at him. “Led you to my bed, didn’t it?”
“Thought you didn’t like me there.”
“Like you there now I can touch you.”
I giggle, unable to stop myself from emitting such a girly noise. “You’re such a dick.”
“And you’re a bitch.”
“Yeah,” I agree, tilting my head back so he can kiss my lips. He makes it a gentle one. “You sore where I hit you?”
“If I’d known you swung a fist like a man, I wouldn’t have been so close when I insulted your deadbeat mother.”
I glare at him and move as far away as he allows before he yanks me back and walks me backwards with his hands gripping my biceps.
“I’m not mad you insulted my deadbeat momma; I’m mad you compared me to her. I ain’t like her. Not at all.”
His answering smile is infuriating.
“You know I still don’t like you, right?”
“Not asking for you to like me, Immy. I don’t think we’ll ever be friends. But you let me put my dick in you from time to time I’m thinkin’ we can make each other happy in other ways.”
Why do I get turned on when he talks to me like that?
“You know Marshall is probably going to tell everyone about what you said.”
“When I claim you in front of the school, ain’t nobody gonna talk about you.”
I groan with exasperation. “Dude you are so arrogant.”
“Am I wrong?”
“No but be a little humble sometimes!”
“Am I wrong?”
“I just said no!”
“Then what’s your deal?”
I blink twice to calm myself and leave it. There’s no arguing with him, ever. I know this all too well.
16 and a half
The half is still important
I grab his hair, holding him against me, forcing his face into the sensitive parting of my thighs. My head goes back as electric like tingles assault my body as his tongue and fingers get me to where I so desperately need to be.
Suddenly, he stops and lifts his head, his lips swollen, pink, and wet with me. “You don’t want me to pass out before you come, you gotta let me breathe a little.”
“Oh shut the fuck up whining,” I retort, pushing him back against me, ignoring his chuckle and smile. He loves it when I’m bossy with him. “Oh my God…” His tongue does this flicky thing over my clit that sends me wild and his fingers hook inside.
I grip his hair tighter, clamp my thighs around his head and come, crying out so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if somebody on the next street called the cops. My orgasm is destructive, it burns right where he’s touching but also everywhere he’s not.
I flop, a limp heap of glistening limbs and he climbs up my body, inserting himself into me as he goes.
“We good?” he asks, scanning my face with those gorgeous eyes of his.
“We’re good,” I answer, rolling him over and taking control.
I push up and down, losing myself in a way I would have been too ashamed to lose myself three months ago when this started between us. My hips rocks, my breasts bounce and my breath comes out in ragged pants.
“You took your pill right?” he asks through gritted teeth. He always checks which I’m glad of because I don’t want to forget and do something stupid like get pregnant. Felicia thankfully helped me procure said contraception so that Mee-maw wouldn’t find out. Kane pays for it despite me saying it’s fine. He said, “You’re the one taking the fucking thing so I don’t knock you up, the least I can do is pay for it.”
Kane Jessop, for all his faults, is a considerate guy.
“Of course. First thing I took this morning.”
“Good.” He grabs my hips and starts driving up into me from below. The sounds of his skin slapping against mine is so erotic and his moans only adds to that. I feel him swell and usually that feeling always gets me off. This time is no different. He comes, burying himself deep inside while he fills me with his seed, and I follow straight after, placing his hands on my breasts to make it last a bit longer. “You’ve got such great tits, Immy.”
“Why thank you,” I reply, smiling down at him as he rolls them with his hands. He always seems to get lost in a private moment when it comes to my breasts, always seems to just lose himself as though they have hypnotized him. But then I’m the same when it comes to his penis.
I climb off him after a moment, glaring at him over my shoulder when he smacks my bare ass way too hard. I don’t give him the satisfaction of reacting, I just grab a towel and make my way to the shower where he joins me because, as he says, “Any moment where you’re naked and my hands ain’t on you, is a moment wasted.”
That’s when I realized Kane knows all the right shit to say to stay in my panties for as long as he needs.
I of course encourage his good behavior with the occasional BJ here and there, usually in places people should not be giving BJs. Like last week was in the staffroom at my workplace. I put butterscotch syrup all over his dick and licked it off. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. Now, whenever we have ice-cream or hear the ice-cream truck that rides through town, he gives me this look that sends a tingle to my belly.
I head home, because it’s Saturday afternoon and Mee-maw is making a dinner for Matthew and me. Poppy is joining us too. Mee-maw has been in foul spirits lately, so this is a surprise. She’s so good to everyone else but when it comes to me and Matthew she often reminds us that Satan has our souls now and if we don’t repent soon it will be too late.
Kane follows in his red challenger, a car that catches just as much attention as he does. And to say he catches attention would be an understatement.
“You can never wait for me can you?” he asks, winding down the window and trailing alongside me.
“You always make me late.” I yank open the door and climb in, grinning at him. “Thanks for the ride.”
“You only need ask.”
“Yeah right, like I’ll ever ask you for anything.”
“Why not?” He looks mildly offended. “You ask me to eat your pussy all the time.”
“One.” I tick off a finger with another finger. “That’s totally different and two, asking you for anything would mean admitting I need you for stuff other than orgasms.”
“And that’s a problem because…” His words trail off and he turns to look at me, fully facing me now.
“Because I don’t need you. I’m an independent woman.”
He throws his head back and laughs like I’m hilarious. I don’t see what’s so funny.
I scowl at him, pursing my lips petulantly.
“Oh come on, babe…” I love it when he calls me babe, but I’ll never admit it. “Let go of this feminist society shit. You can rely on your boyfriend and still be, a strong and independent woman.” His voice becomes a mocking tone at
the end and I hate him.
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’ll always make fun of you,” he answers proudly with a grin that’s entirely too handsome.
I push his long hair back behind his ear and lean over the seat to kiss him.
“Do you still hate me like you used to?” I ask against his lips.
“Naw.” He deepens the kiss, pulling me closer awkwardly. “We’re cool, Immy.”
“That why you called yourself my boyfriend? Thought you didn’t like labels.” I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “It was legit you who said, let’s just keep fucking and forget about the rest.”
“One.” He copies me by ticking off his finger with another finger. “I don’t sound like how you just made me sound, my voice is much more manly and sexy. Two. I stand by it. Labels are trash. They mean shit.”
I frown. “So you’re not my boyfriend?”
He opens and closes his mouth, then yawns loudly and puts his hands back on the steering wheel. “If you want to call me that to make yourself feel better, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
“Don’t sound so dejected.”
“Dejected? New word of the week?”
I nod. “I’m learning so many.”
“Your brain is getting too big, Immy, don’t let it start oozing out your ears or you’ll leave for a college too far for me to fuck you in.” He restarts the engine and clicks his neck.
My heart flutters. “Is that your way of saying you want me to stay?”
“Don’t be a dick.” He pulls out into the road, checking his wing mirror just in case. “I ain’t your keeper, you can go anywhere you fuckin’ want. But all I’m sayin’ is. You want this dick, you gotta stick around. I ain’t leaving my dad to chase pussy.”
“To chase pussy,” I repeat, this time I’m offended. “That’s all I am to you? Pussy?”
“Hell don’t ask me that.” His hands tense on the steering wheel. “We’re not about that heavy, we’re all about the hot.”
“So you’re saying if a girl comes along that you like better than me, you’re going to leave me for her?”
“I’ve seen every girl in this town, Immy. Ain’t a girl here I like better.”
I punch his arm. “THAT WASN’T AN ANSWER.”
“Fucking hell, you don’t gotta yell. I’m right here.” I grab his hair and pull, ripping his head to the side, forcing him to pull over again. “What the fuck, Immy? Come on.”
“I am never speaking to you again, Kane Jessop,” I snarl at him, kicking open the door and slamming it behind me.
“Watch the fucking car!”
“Fuck your car,” I call, giving him the middle finger over my shoulder as I walk away. “And fuck you too.”
“You walk away from me babe, I ain’t comin’ back! I ain’t chasin’ you!”
I’m too mad to care. I deserve better from some guy who is using me as a pussy on hold until the line connects for his new bitch. “Kane Jessop, you’re the worst boy there is. Don’t chase me. See if I care. I’ll have you replaced by tonight and we both know it.”
“Like hell you will! Nobody in this town is dumb enough to touch what’s mine. Nobody.”
“I am not yours!”
“Like hell you ain’t!” He rushes after me, grabbing me around the middle, trying to lift me but I start pulling his hair again and slapping his chest. My feet drop to the ground and I keep hold of his hair. “You psychotic bitch. Let me go!”
Somehow he twists my wrists, forcing me to release his hair.
“Fuckin’ come here to give you a ride to your mee-maw’s and this is how you treat me?”
“I fucking came to your house to give you a nice morning’ only to find out I’m just your time filler until the next best thing comes by!” I shove his chest. “You’re such a dick.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“You implied it!”
“I don’t know what you want from me!”
“Tell her you love her!” somebody yells from across the street.
“I don’t fuckin’ love her for me to tell her that,” Kane barks back and even though I don’t love him either, his admission stings. I bring my knee up into his dick before he realizes what I’m doing and stroll away.
“Get it girl!” the same person from before yells and I continue on my own sassy and merry way.
“Such a bitch,” Kane rasps, cupping himself between the legs and groaning.
“It’s not like I did it hard, pussy,” I reply, only feeling a little bit guilty about it.
He doesn’t come after me and for some reason, I’m really annoyed about that.
“You’re late,” Matthew hisses when I enter the house, rosy cheeked and out of breath.
“I got into a fight with Kane.”
“Oh no.” He looks mildly concerned. “What happened?”
“They’re always fighting,” Poppy puts in. “It’s like foreplay to them.”
I put my finger to my lips, getting her to shush because Mee-maw has ears like an animal and she doesn’t need confirmation that I’m no longer a virgin.
“Mee-maw?” I call, kicking off my shoes and quickly braiding my wild hair. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Are you?” Mee-maw asks, entering the kitchen and narrowing her eyes on me. “Where have you been?”
“I was with a friend.” I move to the sink to wash my hands, a mealtime rule, and then help her dish up the dinner. Poppy and Matthew take it through to the dining room which is set up to the nines.
“There are seven plates here,” I hiss at Poppy who shrugs.
“Oh, yes, I invited the Joneses,” Mee-maw explains and I suddenly don’t feel so hot.
“You mean Mr. and Mrs. Jones?” Poppy questions.
“That’s right. And Marshall. He has been away at football camp and returned two days ago. I thought I’d treat him to a nice meal. Lord knows that boy likes my food. Best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, ladies. Learn a lesson here.” She hums as she sets the table and I look at Poppy who cringes.
Marshall and I haven’t really spoken since that entire thing and Kane hates him purely because he kissed me. This is going to create issues. So many issues.
“We just won’t tell him,” Poppy suggests, meaning Kane, and I like that idea until Matthew puts in, “Marshall ain’t keeping his mouth shut.”
With a heavy sigh I mentally assess the situation. It would be so much easier to lie but there’s a massive chance I’ll get caught out which will cause even more issues. I’m good at lying but I can’t speak for other people. “I’m not lyin’ to him, there’s no use. Besides, Marshall probably won’t even speak to me. I really embarrassed him.”
Poppy nods. “Yeah, he’s not used to rejection.”
I sigh heavily. “This is going to be hell.” But then I think back to our earlier conversation that I got mad at to begin with. “Actually fuck, Kane Jessop. I’m done with him. I don’t care what he thinks.”
Marshall is surprisingly pleasant during our dinner and his parents even more so. They force us to sit opposite each other and I realize that they’re still trying to get us to match. That’s why they invited Poppy, to keep Matthew occupied so Marshall and I can talk.
Marshall looks uncomfortable though and I don’t blame him. Mee-maw is asking him so many questions, some of them invasive like, “did you meet any girls at camp?”
Marshall answers them all like a champ and pulls a face when she’s not looking which of course I laugh at.
His parents ask me questions too and unfortunately, his nosy mother asks me something I really don’t want to be asked, “So… you and the Jessop boy.”
Everyone at this table becomes harder than the fucking table itself. And not in the sexy way. In the… oh shit way.
“Rumor has it you dated for a while? Perhaps you’re still dating?”
Those nosy good for nothing church dwelling trolls. Keeping calm, I school my features so they don’t see my surprise.
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bsp; I consider lying but it’s not as though Kane and I have kept our thing a huge secret, he can’t keep his hands off me and vice versa so instead I opt for the truth, knowing Mee-maw will probably beat me later.
“We were, but it didn’t work out.”
Mee-maw’s eyes find me and through gritted teeth she lies, “My granddaughter realized what a terrible influence he would be. But we all have to experience the bad people in order to truly learn who the pure ones are.”
She did that so effortlessly, turned what I would be judged for into something else. She’s so manipulative.
“Of course,” Mrs. Jones agrees. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you.”
“Thanks. It wasn’t serious.” Saying the words out loud physically hurts me. I feel like I’m betraying him in some way, despite the fact he doesn’t love me or care about me beyond what I can do to him in the bedroom.
Later, after dinner, Marshall and I sit on the porch swing out back, overlooking Mee-maw’s ill-maintained garden. Since Grandpa died she just doesn’t have it in her. He was the gardener. She prefers the housework indoors.
I’ve told her to pay somebody because Lord knows Matthew isn’t going to help and I already do enough house chores. Whether or not she will is another matter entirely.
“They’re trying to set us up again,” Marshall says, breaking the silence. It was so awkward. I’m glad he’s gotten right to the point of it all. “I know you’re not into me like that.”
“That’s not true,” I blurt, feeling bad. “I was so into you.”
“But you were into Kane more?”
I lift a shoulder. “Things with Kane have and always will be complicated.”
“Would’a been pretty simple with me.”
Laughing gently I look at where Poppy and Matthew are whispering amongst themselves. They’re everybody’s teen dream relationship. They’re so in love while also being best friends. It’s so sweet it gives me toothache.
“Do you love him?”
“Kane?” I question and laugh nervously. “No. I can’t stand him.”
He looks confused but then his eyes light up with innocent excitement.
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