It was one of those nights that Johnny was too afraid too go home. One of those nights with Darry sleepy from working too hard and Soda awake from not working hard enough. Either way, no one would miss me. But Johnny would—Johnny would miss me if I left.
“Can you stay with me Pony?” He asked with his dark fearful eyes even darker than they had been just a moment before.
I nodded my head “Sure.”
We camped out at the same ol’ tree with the same ol’ fire burning but things were different. There had been no fighting at the Cade home and there had been no brawling but Johnny was afraid. It made me nervous not knowing why, but still I stayed.
I looked up at the stars and thought about everything that I had been going through. I had been feeling recently that I was alone, that I would always be alone. No matter who was surrounding me or who was talking to me, I was always on my own.
But then suddenly Johnny spoke up,”Um…Pony?”
“Yeah, Johnny?” I asked looking sideways at his dark face. I always wondered if it were dark because of dirt but I knew it was his Mediterranean roots that gave him his tannish tint. I always liked the color of his skin and how it matched his hair and his nice big eyes. But that look in those same big eyes that were confusing me in all sorts of ways.
“Do you ever get the feeling like…”He looked away from me, swallowed hard and looked at the sky then down at the fire,”Like you’re alone?”
I nodded my head roughly,”Always, Johnny. I was just thinkin’ bout it now.”
“Yeah but…”He looked up at me for a second, playing with the buttons on his jean jacket,”d-do you ever get the feeling like…there’s someone that could…stop those…feelings?”
I looked away from him and down at the fire,”No…I…I never really thought about that.”
“Oh…”Was all Johnny replied.
I sat up slightly,”Why? What is it Johnny?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he said turning slightly away.
I wanted to get it out of him. I hated when he was afraid and I didn’t know why. I tugged on his jacket,”Come on Johnnycakes, you know you can tell me anything.”
He huffed,”That’s just it Pony…I-I can’t just tell you anything…I got to keep some things…secret.”
“No you don’t,” I said, continuing to tug on the jacket,”Just tell me Johnnycakes. No matter what I’m sure I can help you.”
There seemed to be a shadow in his eyes as he looked at me,”Promise me…promise me you won’t…think of me different or anything…promise?”
I nodded my head,”I swear.”
He looked down and whispered,”Pony…I-I think I like boys…”
I took in a deep breath. Liked boys? I had never heard anything like that before. Not ever! But this was Johnny…he was still the same old Johnny…right? “That’s okay…”
“But…um…”He looked down again,”Not just…any boys…Ponyboy…I think I like you…”
“Me?” Was all I could respond. But how? How could anyone like me? Even Johnny? I wasn’t good looking like Soda or tuff like Darry…How could anyone like me?
“Yeah” he continued, looking toward me with a little less fear and a little more courage,”I mean…you’re not like the other boys…you’re sensitive…your smart…you’re caring…you’re…sweet…you’re different.”
My face heated up with each word he said. Could someone really think all those things about me? Before I could think any further he leaned into me. His hand creeped toward mine and our fingers interlocked…but I didn’t pull away.
His nose touched mine and I stayed perfectly still as his lips, soft and delicate, touched mine. He kissed me lightly and I shivered, never having been kissed before I didn’t know what to do. But I leaned in a little closer and kissed him back like I had seen Soda do a buncha times before. And it felt good with warm Johnnycakes so close to me and his warm sweet breath mingling with mine. If felt really, really good.
His hand let go of mine and it moved to my cheek. My hand reached forward and rested on his waist, pressing hard against his jean jacket to feel a trace of his warmth. His lips whispered “kiss me” and mine replied “I’m not afraid” and he with kissing under fire light; and for the first time I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t alone at all.
But after a minute we stopped and I didn’t look at him just yet. I kept my eyes closed waiting to remember this moment of being so complete. But then he shook away from me and scrambled off before I could say a thing. I had held onto his jean jacket and I put it under my nose to smell his smell knowing that scent triggered the best memories. And with the heat of the fire, the feel of the jacket, and the smell of his body he was back again. He was back with me.
He sat on his bed, the lights off and the tv on. He wasn’t sure where he was going or what he was doing; but that didn’t exactly bother him just yet. What bothered him now was the being alone. Although the television was on pretty loud and the constant clank, clank, clanking of his nails on the key pad was incessant, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread at the loneliness.
The door slammed and he got up from his bed. Khloe and Lamar were out having a couple retreat with the camera crew in toe but there was someone downstairs.
“Hello?! Khloe?”
It was Malika and she sounded afraid and distressed. He walked into the hall and leaned against the banister,”Malika?”
He didn’t bother changing or putting on a shirt. It was Khloe’s friend…she was like family. She came to the bottom of the steps and he could see she had been crying and her dress was tattered, revealing bits of her cheetah bra.
“Rob? Are you the only one here?” Her voice trembled a fraction although she tried to stay strong.
Rob started down the stairs in a rush. He was so confused and frightened by this Malika. She was always smiling, or laughing, or just chill—he had never seen her this way before.
“Are you okay? What happened?! Who did this?”
His hands went to her arms but she backed away, turning around and wrapping her arms around herself,” I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine! Look at you! What happened?” He countered quickly. He stepped forward but like a dance she moved with him. Rob reached his hand forward, his fingers touching a trace of her dark skin,” Malika…tell me…?”
She crumbled under the touch of his fingertips and whispered almost inaudibly,”M-My boyfriend…I caught him kissing m-my sister..and I confronted him but…”
She shook her head. He stepped closer with his hand moving up to her shoulder,”But?” He encouraged.
“They attacked me and…this happened,”her voice cracked at the end.
“Did he hit you?” Rob asked with a strong voice, ready at any instant to attack, to protect.
She must have sensed it through his touch because she jumped toward him shaking her head,”No! No…it was Khadijah…but the things he said…”
Rob’s hand found Malika’s cheek as soon as her face drifted away, reliving the moment,”What did he say?”
She pulled away quickly and began walking toward the door,”Nothing! Nothing! I’ll- I’m fine!”
He ran after her, twisting in front to bar the door. He looked at her face and found that a few tears had fallen.”Malika…what did he say?”
She looked down ashamed,” He said I was never…in love with him…that I was always…in love with you…”
Rob’s mouth dropped a fraction open in confusion and his eyes widened in excitement. She? In love with him? He always thought she was the one he couldn’t get to, the one that didn’t want him,the one—so he shut off his thoughts of her. But now.
She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes,”…And he was right.”
He rushed toward her, his hands grabbing her face and pulling her body to his. With little effort her mouth trapped his and she pushed him against the door. He fell backwards into it, his hands dropping around her waist to pull her close to him.
He could feel her breast and tattered dress against his bare chest as he crushed her to him.
Their mouths pressed hard and open. Their tongues thrashing in each other’s mouths while their hands pulled at what ever article of clothing was still attached to their body. His fingers slipped through what ever slits had been created from before and he ripped the rest of her dress, pulling the cloth away from her chocolate skin.
Her hands untied the two strings that were holding his shorts up and grinded her pelvis against his to get them off. Her fingers reached down the back of his boxer shorts and traced the curve of his ass, pushing them down as they just fell from his clenching.
She pulled her mouth away but his dropped back onto hers. She pulled her body apart to help him with her dress and unclasp her bra. His fingers had been slipping on the fabric from beyond but she grinned and unclasped the bra from the front.
His face pulled back to watch as her breasts fell back into place. His hands reached forward and gripped at her breast. Her dark nipples hard and poking his palms while her ebony skin bulged through the spaces of his fingers like chocolate ice cream.
He kissed back at her lips, bending his arms so they were closer while he still kept a hold on her tits. She slipped out of her thong and stepped backward, guiding him toward the steps.
He smirked, knowing what she wanted. He lifted her up into his arms, on cue she wrapped her legs around his waist. The tip of his cock bounced up against her asshole as he walked up the steps, admittedly teasing her by bouncing her against him.
She moaned out little coos as she kissed him over and over again, her arms circling his neck and pulling his face toward her. He reached the top of the steps and she jumped down off of him.
She rushed toward the banister and leaned over it with a smirk as she seductively said,”Right here, Rob. Right now.”
How could he deny her?
He walked behind her, her lips pouting in anticipation while she looked over her shoulder. His hand trailed up her back, pushing her over the railing while she backed her ass up and arched her back.
He guided the tip of his hard cock into her hole and gripped the banister on either side of her. He used the railing to propel him forward, his dick diving her ass cheeks with his thrust.
She moaned out in a little cry as her little hole expanded to fit his size. He began to roll his hips against her. His cock moving in and out of her to ease her walls into relaxation. Her sounds of pleasure allowing him to continue and relax himself. He had known she was an experienced lover but as was he. He could just let his natural instincts take over while he humped her ass and we walls vibrated against his little man.
Her hands gripped onto his and used the banister to help her ride backward against him. Her legs parted wide allowing her ass cheeks to shake against him while he dove in deeper. He leaned his chest forward against her back while he bent his legs slightly, riding along with her.
The door suddenly opened and in walked Lamar and Khloe. Khloe’s voice rang through the home,”Rob?!”
Rob and Malika stood up straight causing him to moan from the clenching and the pain. His arms circled around her breast and all they heard was a cry in disgust.
“Malika!? Rob?! Oh my God?!” She yelled.
They ran backwards into his room and Malika shut the door with her back. He blushed brightly and she took his face into her hands. He stepped into her again and they kissed quietly while they listened to Khloe’s rampage.
Malika glanced down and smirked,”I was going to ask if we should continue but…”
He blushed feverishly and pulled away, his hands covering himself,”There’s something about your sister walking in on you having sex with her best friend in her house that just…gets you out of the mood.”
She laughed and leaned up to peck his lips while he pulled her in against him. She laid her head against his chest and whispered,” I really like this, Rob.”
He felt a flutter in his heart that had been gone a while and he replied,”So do I.”
They pulled apart and got dressed, him in a new pair of basketball shorts, her in a pair of his shorts and a large shirt. She reached for the door and turned around to him,”Call me…okay?”
He walked to her, pressing his chest to her back, missing the feel of her ass on his dick. He nodded his head and whispered in her ear,”Okay.”
She grinned and kissed his cheek, then was gone.
Rob plopped backward on his bed with a smile—enjoying this moment before Khloe came to him on the rampage that would surly ensue.
We twisted through the aisles of parked cars at the end of the high school day while everyone was in high school but us. We had returned to our collegio for…I don’t know what—a chance to see our friends, old lovers, what we left behind—I don’t know. Part of me guessed it was a test that we both planned for each other. A test that the results of would determine who loved who more.
The perfect score would be to walk away so that the other would regain his rightful place back in this heartbreak of society. But we were selfish teenagers hardly 18 yet. That wasn’t love to us—it was betrayal.
So we stayed firmly in our spots with our hands locked waiting to see if anyone would recognize us as they huddled and tussled through the hallways and doors. But no one gave us a glance, interpreting from our youthful faces that we belonged there. But inside we felt it boiling over the kettle that we in fact did not.
After a few minutes he looked at me, squeezing my hand gently, “Come on. There’s nothing for us here anymore.”
Somehow that made my gut gurgle and my soul do butterfly strokes through my veins.
I nodded and we walked backward toward our parked $1000 car that was reliable in all the ways it was not beautiful. It wasn’t that he lead me or he followed, it was more of we just went.
I stopped at the door to the back seat and motioned toward it,”I’m gonna take a nap.”
He nodded, knowing that if it were here or anywhere I would fall asleep. In the car, in the bed, in the library where he and his gir- we didn’t think about that. I got into the back while he started the car and I mushed all our clothes into a pillow.
He drove for some half miles in blissful neutrality, no music to accompany this moment. I felt him pull over to the side of the road and didn’t bother to peek up from my drifting. I knew if it were important he would wake me.
“Hey…”
I heard him whisper somehow close to me. I let my eyes flutter like my heart as I felt his body press on top of me. I bit my lip to stop from smiling but his hand took hold of my chin and he kissed it and I was sleeping beauty and everything was awake.
“I said ‘Hey…’”
I nodded,”So?”
“So…” His lips dangled over mine like a treat that would be given if I played dead or danced on my feet. “Kiss me.”
My arms circled his middle, pulling his chest to my breast. I closed my eyes, licking my lips, knowing the tip of my tongue would brush his mouth from its nearness,”No.”
“No?” He sounded genuinely confused. Probably because I was holding him tighter and closer.
“I’m sleeping,” I whispered. “You have to wake me up.”
“How do I do that?” He asked with his lips on my chin.
I let my grip release him as I shrugged,”I don’t know. You’re the smart one.”
“No you’re sma-“
“Shhhhh”
I whispered as I pushed my knee up against his crotch. He got the message. He crawled down me and pulled on the already low cut dress I was wearing. He kissed at my bare breast because with him I didn’t have to where a bra anymore. I let out a little moan to encourage him to go on. He was teasing, he already knew how I like it.
His mouth wrapped around my nipple and sucked on it lightly while his fingers worked to break apart yet another dress. The first had been scissored off and I made sure that every repair was weaker than the last—I knew we both secretly thought it was hotter when he ripped it with his bare hands.
My fingers trailed up the back of his shirt as he nibbled, nipped, and gnawed on my breast. I gripped onto the hem of his shirt tightly, bucking my hips slightly from the pleasure I was getting from this. He always left my tits so tender after our little sexcapades that they were forever one of the most sensitive parts of my body.
My hands grabbed at the back of his head, my fingers tugging on his hair as I whimpered,”S-Stop.”
“Are you awake?” He asked with my boob half in his mouth.
I shook my head, biting my lip in anticipation. He leaned upward, flopping my boob out of his mouth so that we can face me, his fingers creeping down my body and to my vaj; I also wore no underwear with him.
He caressed the mouth of my cave, slippery with want. I almost couldn’t take it, but then again…I couldn’t just kiss him could I? My eyes shut tighter as I lifted a leg up against the back seat and let my other go slack under him, giving his adventurers a new opening.
His finger circled around the ovaled around to make my lips spread as far apart as they could on their own. He knew what my vaj could do better than I could. He kissed at my neck while his finger dived deep into the hidden canal.
I jumped up but he pushed me right back down. I moaned in protest but he added another finger, propelling them both in and out with little regard for my sanity. His thumb traced over everything that wasn’t being satisfied and it was easy to identify when he found my…rosebud.
I turned my face toward his, biting on his cheek to keep in a few squeals that were on their way of escaping. Like a starving monster my vaj swallowed his fingers, aching for his touch.
I begged,”Give me your dick! Please!”
“Kiss me!” He smirked but I shook my head, pulling my face away to the open air away from him.
His fingers were removed and I tried to calm myself, my own hand reaching down to replace his but it was no good. Damn I was so wet.
I peeked my eyes open to see what he was doing in time to watch the head of his circumcised penis nuzzle my fingers away. I was so happy he was jewish and I let him no that as I bucked my hips up, making his cock go in the rest of the way.
He leaned over me, his hands resting on either side of my head on the seat. He began thrusting into me with reckless enthusiasm while my hands dropped down his back. My nails digged into his skin when my moaning wasn’t enough to express everything I was going through. I pushed him closer to me as my legs wrapped around his waist, my thighs squeezing his poor hips, urging him to go faster.
He obeyed, knowing my every movement and being able to decipher them in less than four seconds. I loved him! I did and did and I wouldn’t let him know as his penis parted my proverbial seas. I thrashed my hips against his, arching my back so that my vagina chocked on every bit of him.
His lips moved toward mine and I knew what he was planning. I tried to move my mouth away but suddenly he was hitting my spot and I was paralyzed with pleasure and could only squeal or whine or groan.
His lips on mine was the addition I needed so I wrapped my arms around his neck, under his shirt, and pulled him to me as my walls spasmed and milked his dick until we were both screaming in orgasm. I made sure my vagina milked him whole, not wanting any cum on the upholstery or any of his seed to go to waste.
But when that was done I kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me, shifting us so we were on our side and our mouths were in sync with each other and gravity. My fingertips ran over my scratches while his ran the ones he had made not so long ago.
I burned for his lips but I would never tell him; never ever tell him so.
An hour later we were snuggled up close and he whispered,”You love me.”
I said,”You know I do.”
“Say it.” He pushed.
“You first.” I countered.
Then we were silent.
“You love me.”
“You know I do.”
Tyler, the Creator plays in the background of his computer while he’s showing me some video of him doing some kickflip melon or some shit off of a rail. It’s cool as fuck but I can’t help but look down at his crotch while Tyler talks about his shit getting hard. I make out a little shape through his tight jeans and wonder if he’s thinking what I’m thinking. I mean…I did where my low cut floral print dress. Isn’t that enough?
Apparently it’s not because he opens up a new video with much enthusiasm. Really? After two weeks of texting back and forth and making dates this is what we’re doing? Watching him skate? He glances at me and I blush realizing I had been watching the side of his face while biting my lip.
He has to surely know what I’m in the mood for now.
But he only looks back to the screen and goes back to facebook. Was I being too forward? He changed the song to ‘She’ and I grin with excitement—he wants to fuck.
My hand creeps under his arm and tip-toes over his thigh. I can see him shift in his seat but he pretends to be focusing on some message that was sent to him like an hour ago. My index and middle finger graze over the peek of the shape I had noticed previously.
He sits up in his chair slightly but begins typing to ignore it. He’s making me so damn hot with this pretend game.
My hand flattens over his crotch and I let my palm fly back and forth on it ever so gently. His chest moves up and down while my face moves to his bare arm connected to the mouse. I grip onto his package and bite onto his arm. It instantly drops, breaking my connection with his cock.
He gets us and walks to his movie collection next to his messy bed. Jesus. With all his teasing, his sexy looks, his good dressing, taste in rap, skating, and bad boy behavior, I thought this would be a lot easier.
I get up behind him and wrap my arms around his middle, pressing my breast into his back. My hands travel beneath his shirt, tracing the definition of his abs while I kiss the back of his neck. I can feel his spine shiver between my tits and drop my hands down to trace his bulging cock through his tight jeans. Thank you Marla Singer.
I whisper in his ear, my lips moving against it as I ask, “Evan…?”
It takes a while for him to stutter, “Y-Yeah…?”
“I want to suck your hard cock until it dissolves behind my tonsils.”
That gets an instant response from Mr. Hog in his pants. He trembles, “O-Ohh. C-Cool…”
I let him go and he turns around to me. I shove him backward and he tumbles onto his unmade bed. I kick off my flip-flops because I don’t really enjoy doing this kind of thing with them on. He begins to unbuckle his belt and I’m happy he’s finally getting over the initial shock.
I lean forward, my neckline dropping to reveal my breast in my good bra. My hands rest on his knees and I guide them apart so I can fit my body between them. I pull on his jeans and he lifts his ass so them come off easily. I only take them off enough to show his boxers cause…well I’m not his fucking mother to be taking off his pants like that.
I do the same with his boxers and lick my lips at his dick. I’m not sure if it’s big or small because I’ve only ever seen two of these things and they were basically the same size although his was bigger than both. I run my hands up his thighs, making sure to keep eye contact with him.
I would ask him what he wanted me to do to him, be all coy and such, but I already know what he wants. Either way this is for me. I’m the one letting out every fantasy I’ve had about since the school year.
I pull off my dress and leave it right next to me. He’s watching me with wide eyes and I feel super sexy while he licks his lips. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra and let my breast escape. I know he likes these bad boys from my experimenting in school with different shirt styles.
I take them up in my hands and lean in close to his dick. I whisper up at him,”Evan…?”
He can’t even respond from being so gripped by anticipation.
“I want to milk your cock between my jugs before I suck on that shit. Is that okay?”
He nods like I know he would. He grips the bed sheets as I nestle his hard dick between my jugs. It feels weird with it their but I can imagine the pleasure of his lonely little man being welcomed in my fat sacks. I press them against it with my hands as I start moving them up and down.
I start making little moaning sounds that are a tad bit of an exaggeration although this does feel pretty good on my sensitive tits. The way his face scrunches and changes is so fucking sexy I can’t stand knowing I could have been doing this all those times I was fantasizing about him in class.
He cums suddenly and I feel the little drops on my chin and chest…Well…it’s safe to say I was expecting this to take longer than it did.
“Th-this normally doesn’t happen!” He yells to explain, sitting up to cover his shame.
But I take the base of his cock in my hand and give him my ‘You’re not getting away that easy’ look.
“Evan…I’ve got to clean you up.” I grin licking my lips.
He stunned into the same half up half down position. He doesn’t know what to do next—but I do. The tip of my tongue touches the tip of his cock as a little teasing test of how sensitive he still is. He didn’t cum on spot so I know I still have some time.
I wrap my lips around his tip and begin sucking gently, ignoring the taste and focusing on being ultrasexy like the pornstars I’ve grown to idolize. He’s melting in my mouth like butter and I creep my hands up to his abs, my tits dragging over his thighs , my nipples scrapping over his jeans until they reach his skin. I can almost imagine this dick in my mouth inside my pussy and I feel all the right things getting into the right motion when I hear a door slam.
“Evan?!”
“Fuck” we say simultaneously although mines sort of comes out weird with his dick in my mouth.
He sits up and I pop it out of my mouth as I scrabble for my bra. I can’t help but get even more horny as I hear the clank of his belt as he tries to pull up his pants. I tap my back looking at him, whispering,”Help me!”
He takes hold of the different sides but instead of clasping it I feel him let go and reach his bad forward and take my right tit into his hand. He squeezes onto it and I let out a little moan, backing my ass up to get poked through my undies by his dick and his belt.
“Evan?! Where are you! We have to talk about school shopping!” comes from much closer.
He let go and clasps my bra. I rush to the side of the bed and bed down to grab my dress. I feel his cock poking through my undies as he grins his crotch against my ass. I hold in a moan as I put on my dress, making sure to stay bent over for him. He’s humping my ass and I have to hold onto the bed sheets to keep myself from falling over.
I’m liking this Evan a whole fucking lot.
There’s a knock on the door and I run to the closet behind in the door while he flops onto the bed in time for her to open the door. I creep backward into the closet while she turns on the light to find him mimicking sleep.
She turns the light on and backs out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I wait quietly and Evan comes to the closet door. He opens it and joins me inside, my arms wrapping around his neck quickly. I kiss at his lips while his hands run down the curve of my ass. He presses me into the wall and my hands travel down his chest. He’s just too hot to kiss and too hot to not fuck.
I move my hands to unbuckle his belt but his cock is already out.
I grin and pull up my dress and lower my undies so I get shake them off. I step out of them to leave my pussy free and wet and his for the taking. He takes a seat on the back corner and I straddle his lap. My hands rest on his shoulders while his hold my waist.
I lower myself onto his dick and half to bite my lip to let it in cause it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve done this.
But my pussy eats up his cock like a fucking starving Nigerian kid.
He’s bucking his hips a little too soon so I jump in time to him. I moan a little wait for our rhythm to synchronize and then it starts getting really good. My pussy squeezes his dick and he’s hitting all the right spots. I lean my mouth forward to bite on his cheek to hide in my moans because we can hear his mom listening to some 80’s shit while she cooks dinner.
Damn this feels so good I forget we’re missing a condom. I presses my hands up against the wall to help me in my jumping and grinding. He pushes my dress up and we have to slow down a bit to I can take it off and unclasp my bra.
He moans louder as he watches my titties jump and I grab onto his mouth to shut him up. I’m sucking on the side of his face and I’m climbing up in climax when he starts doing this thing with his hips and fuck it if he doesn’t find that spot the other two guys haven’t.
I can’t help but let out a little screech which sends his hand over my lips and the 80’s music on pause. I bite on his hand and my pussy nearly breaks his dick in half as we both cum in his closet. The 80’s music comes back on so we can both pant and rip each other’s lips off with our mouths.
After fifteen minutes I get out of his closet. He grabs onto my ass and says, “We have to do that again sometime.”
I smirk,”Let’s hope your mom doesn’t interrupt us then. I never did get to dissolve your cock.”
“No but you did break it in your vagina,” he said with his hand going down to his crotch.
I grinned, “Maybe we can have an ice date to help out all the sore areas.”
He blushed a little,”I’ll see you then.”
I climbed out of his window and escaped into the night air feeling good and sexed up. Damn he was so fucking hot.