PART TWO n – the Bad Thing

  We were there when she stirred enough she woke up. I smoothed her hair some.

  "How's your head, dear."

  "Hmm. Okay. Better I guess."

  "Well, that's good."

  "Yeah. Boys compin about other stuff, than that, really."

  Took me and him a second to get it, then she giggled.

  "So. One minute I'm getting oiled up and massaged. Next thing I know, I wake up to everyone staring at me, watching me sleep. Did you guys sell tickets?"

  "I took a nap right here. He took a catnap on your bed. You looked like you were waking up, so, I went and got him."

  She yawned and stretched her arms and legs.

  "What are we doing. Determines how I dress."

  "If your head is okay, thought you might wanna go… out with Wizzy."

  "Oh. Wizzy? My head, is fine. So I've heard, anyways."

  He giggled.

  "I washed your practice clothes. And this stuff. Or, do you want something else."

  "Hmm. Go get what you want to see me in. I'll wear it. Anything you find in my room? Fits. Grab what you like."

  He went and was back quick. Tossed it on the foot of the bed.

  "This is a joke, right?"

  "You said whatever I wanted to see you in. This is it."

  Sweatpants and a big practice T shirt.

  "I was expecting you to come back with a wham bam, and a get lucky shirt."

  He shrugged.

  "I like sports girls. They were on my calendars. So believe it or not? This… more or less does what the wham bam and the get lucky does for me."

  She giggled.

  "Exactly the same?"

  "Well. Close. Very close."

  "Okay. I basically sent you to get the wham bam and get lucky… you? Come back with the cold shower. But I'll wear it."

  He stood at the foot of the bed.

  "Hurry wears that all the time. Its more or less, her get lucky."

  "I guess. I'm used to dressing in front of Hurry. Locker room thing. If you wanna watch, I'm not known for my shyness."

  "He's going to dress you, hun."

  "Oh…"

  She knee walked down to the foot of the bed, dangling the towel down the front of her she clutched at about her neck. Didn't hide much. For her, she's being demure, I'm sure. I scooted her over and sat next to her.

  "I'll share, but I go first."

  "Bitch."

  And she giggled and winked.

  She watched me get dressed. Saw me have him hold up socks and underwear, and I nodded at choices. Then he put them on me. How I held my feet out while he adjusted them carefully. Held my white cotton panties out for me to step into, and carefully brought them up, and adjusted them ft and even. Put my T shirt on for me, then I stood up and stepped into the jeans. Then he ced up my jogging shoes one at a time. I shrugged and upended my palms at her.

  "Like I said. I like it."

  She got her turn down socks adjusted, then bloused and turned down, one at a time. She stepped into her waiting white cotton panties he had grabbed out of her sock and underwear drawer. She noted that there were "other choices" he might not have noticed in there. He assured her he had seen them, but these were what he decided on, given the choice. She shrugged and nodded.

  "You know my rule, Hurry. Whatever the boy wants. Cold shower, and middle aged mom underwear? Fine."

  She stepped into the sweatpants, then sat down and leaned into the T shirt. He dragged down her sweatpants, to which she said "now we're talking"… then he brought the sweatpants estic band back up, adjusted the tucked T shirt to blouse out a little. Tied the drawstring shut, bowed it… and patted it and kissed it reverently.

  He ced her shoes on one at a time, then got dressed himself. I made "wardrobe selections" he went for. Jeans and T shirt. I let him pick a pair of my hikers out, if he didn't want the service boots he wore a lot with jeans and work pants. He asked Lightning what she wanted, and she said the combats went with his Military Police T shirt. Then she said he forgot something, and she wanted it. She snapped her fingers in front of her.

  "Unless you gotta go first. Bitch, and all."

  She had winked.

  "No. Go ahead. Date night."

  She got her knees over his shoulders, and worked his mouth for a little bit. She did kiss totally different than I did. I've described it to you before, right? I grab him and kiss him. I start it, I hold him firmly for it, I do it how I want. I pull back and restart on my schedule. He just melts when he feels me apply pressure. My head goes to the right, he reacts and goes left. I switch tilt, he reacts. I guess I lead and he follows.

  I'm watching her. This is a different thing, altogether. She doesn't grab and hold. She dangles her wrists loose over his shoulders. She entices, she doesn't trap. I hold firm, like he's gonna squirm away. She expects him to want to stay. I pnt my lips for a firm seal, and my tongue probes. Hers? Her mouth sort of opens and closes, light scraping lips, light tongue darts. I hold him and rape him with my tongue. She invites him in for a snack.

  She looked over, and saw me staring.

  "Am I doing it wrong…"

  "No. Just… different."

  "How do you kiss? I never watched you, to really notice."

  "He seems to like it."

  "I'm sure he does. Let me see how nice girls kiss, then."

  He came over, I swung my legs up over, and did mine. I looked over to see her once over.

  "Well?"

  "I don't want you to take it the wrong way."

  "What?"

  "You… kiss like a boy. I'm watching him, and he just melts. Never seen that. You're mad…"

  "No."

  I thought about it. I grew up around boy friends. Not boyfriends, there's a difference. When we were young, one of the boys scored his first make out. Because someone has to be first. All the boys crowded around to hear the tale of the first boy in their group to get a real make out, more than just a quick peck for being "cute". I'm a girl, and I'm listening too. This is as much news to me as it is to all of them.

  I got to hear the tale of helping Suzie McFarmslut carry bales, when it seemed like they were just moving them to the other side of the loft, and for no real reason. Other than to be there. Convenient. His older brother had told him you just "grab" the girl. You sort of "make" her, but… not really. She sort of "lets" you "make" her. His older brother added, that it has to be firm, and "with authority". She might push a little. Now, she pushed too much, you let her go. You made a mistake. If she has to ask? You were fucking up. If you get spped? Well, it happens.

  Never realized it. I followed this advice my first time. Wow. Handsome towel snap boy at the pool, stolen away with me in that dirty cement storage room. I snapped his ass with a wet towel? Then taught him to make out on these rules. Christ, he went to his next girl expecting to be held and mouth raped.

  "Its how I've always done it. I don't get compints."

  "That's because they're lucky to get air. You're diving for a pearl. Its a boy's mouth, not a wild cm."

  "So, how do you do it."

  "My first kiss? Real one. Birthday party. At the roller skating rink. There was cake, and ice cream. And, these cupcakes. Too much icing. We got cupcakes, and… he takes a bite. I sort of clean the icing off. Gently. Its on his lips, and the tip of his tongue. Then? I take a bite. He does it. That's how I learned to kiss and make out. That's how I do it. I don't get compints either."

  "I was told, do it like you mean it. Grab them and do it, or someone else will beat you to the prize. If you don't get spped or punched, you did it right."

  "Wow."

  "What?"

  "You really did hang out with all boys on dirt bikes. Pretty sure, that's what boys tell each other. We're girls. We get grabbed. I learned to do the icing tasting, so I can get a nice one going, between the grab and go kind."

  I asked him.

  "Do you think I kiss like a boy?"

  "Uh… how the hell would I even know how a boy kisses. If a girl I like is on my face? Not worried about how it goes down, honestly. My only rule I was taught?"

  "Yeah…"

  "Don't stop. If they really want you to stop? They'll push hard, or sp. But, if you stop and run your yap? You're just giving them a chance to say no. Don't stop kissing unless they actually resist, until you get some clothes off. Then, you're home free."

  "I wanna try hers."

  "Fuck it. I wanna rape you with my tongue, like she does."

  We switched off. We were both doing I guess humorous imitations of the other, trying to do what we saw. He said they felt different. She shrugged, and asked if he wanted her to show me. I shoveled my hand at him, and I leaned in to look. She reached out to grab the back of my head.

  I wasn't even thinking. Like a boy leaning in to kiss another farm boy unexpectedly? Instinct. I grabbed her by the throat and held her back. I didn't even realize my hand had pressure on her throat, and I had my hand drawn back like I was going to hit her. Like the time I put a job on some girl in the showers, who touched my shoulder the wrong way when I got a te shower and so did she. My first couple weeks at college pying. She slipped in the shower and blood went down the drain. Poor Light. She's not a little girl, but her hands went to my wrist and I dropped her and put my hands in the air between us, palms out. Time out. Fg on the py. I heard a whistle. It all happened so fast.

  "You get a yellow card on that one, Light. Illegal contact."

  "You get a red card, Hurry. Instigating a fight on the field."

  "Don't do that, Light. What do you think is going on here."

  "You asked me to show you how I kiss. My god. You leaned in."

  "I'm sharing him with you. We're not dating."

  "Don't hit me, but… we're sharing a boy. Its part of the… show."

  "You mean, you…"

  "Huh? No! Me and Right shared that boy, that weekend. Everyone knows that. Yeah, we kissed a few times. Little show between… action takes. Boy can't be ready for 48 hours straight, you know. We didn't fuck for him, just a couple kisses to make him… ready. Hell, you asked me to show you. I didn't think it was a big deal. Bad girls share a boy? You kiss a few times. No biggie."

  "Oh."

  "You okay now?"

  "Yeah."

  "Gee. You're the girl who kept Bootsie away from me."

  "I was starting to think you liked… Bootsie just wasn't your… type."

  "Hurry. No girl is my type. I like boys."

  "All right. Sorry, I…"

  "I guess I should have warned you, then."

  "What do you think I indicated him for?"

  "Telling him to watch? Its what its for."

  "Oh. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

  "No. But… I'm gd he was here."

  I paused.

  "I'm sorry. Do it again. Now I know, its okay."

  "You're sure this time…"

  "Yeah."

  "Fucking cock tease…"

  I had to wait. I wasn't expecting that, and I burst into ughter. Nervous but genuine ughing.

  "Okay. Go on…"

  I leaned in, and she gently batted my hands away.

  "No hands. You don't grab. After you can do it, you y your wrists on my shoulders…"

  I closed my eyes, and she kissed me, like she did him. Her lips, and her tongue. Felt smaller than I expected. Weaker. I was doing what she was doing, in short order. Then, she put my wrists to dangle up on her shoulders, and did it some more. Then, we started and stopped a few times, then quit.

  "You okay, Hurry?"

  "Yeah. You?"

  "Hey… I'm not the one putting my dukes up. We're here to kiss, not fight."

  "Sorry. I wasn't raised that kind of farm girl. I needed a warning, that's all. I'm fine."

  "Really. You handcuffed your boyfriend to a tree, and belted your team number all over his ass like you were branding a cow on your ranch. I don't know how I got the idea what kind of farm girl you are."

  "Oh. That. Just… trying to be bad for him."

  "Okay. I'm just… doing the same thing."

  "Really. I'm okay, Light. Sorry I…"

  "Its fine. My turn?"

  "Your turn… what?"

  "Your turn to show me. How you do it."

  So, I reached over. She flinched, but I was expecting that. I reached further back than my eyes expected. She jumped into my waiting hand, and I pulled her in. Her hands pushed on my midsection, and I sealed up, and… dove for a pearl. Like I do to him. Once she quit pushing on me, I moved, started, stopped, restarted like I wanted. I had her hair and controlled her like a horse. When I was done, I let her go.

  "Well?"

  "Wow. That, was…"

  "Bad?"

  "No, just… forceful."

  I shrugged.

  "No one ever compined."

  "I'm not. I was ready for something like that. But wow."

  "Well. Now you know."

  "Well. That was your… edited for TV kiss. Show me the good stuff."

  "Hmm?"

  "Your… passionate kiss. Like you give him."

  "You show me yours."

  "I just did. The boy rapes my mouth if he starts it. If I get to start it and keep it going? That's what I do. But you? I'm pretty sure you have an R version. Don't you."

  "You want that?"

  "Sure. Might as well see it, after all this."

  "All right…"

  I grabbed her, and did it again. This time, I had the back of her hair and controlled her again. I started, stopped. Gave her some eye contact and went back in. She wanted the R version, so… I whipped her back on the bed, rolled up over her hips, and pinned her wrists. I pinned her head with my mouth. I did what I felt like, what I wanted. How I did it to him, when I'm getting revved up. When she "gave up", I gathered her up in my arms and kept it up, a tight seal. I made her take my tongue. The bigger, badder bunny forced herself on her little bunny friend. When I rolled over and put her on top? She was still in my arms. She had to y on me when I made her, and could only sit up as far as I let her. I rolled back onto her and gave it to her good, before I let her go. The st bit I held her by the back of her hair, and some firm grip on her chin. Just like I do to him.

  When I sat up on her and let her go, I wiped the back of my hand across my wet mouth, and was still staring down at her. I pyed with her shirt I had inadvertently pulled up some, idly, and asked her.

  "Well?"

  "Wow. Am… I allowed up now?"

  "In a little bit. I like eye contact. He gets this, too."

  "I bet he likes it."

  "I don't exactly get compints…"

  "You sure he's not scared to compin?"

  I got the giggles, and got off her, and helped her up with my hand, and pulled her up sitting next to me.

  "Holy… shit…"

  I shrugged.

  "That bad? I figured, I'm a big girl. I kiss big."

  "Where did you learn that? That, was no tasting icing from the cupcakes."

  I shrugged.

  "No one taught me. My first make out boyfriend? Kid at the pool I thought was handsome. He wanted to kiss a girl, I wanted to kiss a boy. We… made out all summer. No lessons. I learned on the job. He never compined. He always came back for more. Its how I did it after that. I've had boyfriends."

  "Mind if I make an observation?"

  "Okay."

  "You've had… what… two boyfriends. He's number two. Since you hit college."

  "Yeah."

  "But you liked other boys."

  "Well, yeah. Never went anywhere, though. Since here? Just… pre-med, which Little Miss Moody sport-fucked, and… now him."

  "Never went anywhere. You hung out, though."

  "Yeah."

  "You made out some, it ended. Before it got to the fireworks."

  "Yeah, Light. There another kind of it didn't work out, I don't know about?"

  "Wizzy, does she scare you?"

  "Oh. She's not scary. I don't think so. She's… intense. I like it. You know how you ride the big roller coaster?"

  "Yeah…"

  "That's her. If it wasn't a little scary? You'd want your money back. Or, ride a different ride."

  "You like to ride the Hurricane."

  He shrugged.

  "Best ride in the park. Not like I'd know, but. Once you ride the big scary roller coaster, the other ones are like kiddie park."

  "Christ. You're just all boy, aren't you."

  "I ran with the MP's, Light. They don't fuck around. I like direct. Some guy doesn't like you handling his gun without asking? He doesn't drop hints. He doesn't py games so you figure it out, have to read his mind. Hey buddy? My thing, ask before you pick my piece up. You go… okay. Thanks for telling me. Then you know."

  "That's what she's like."

  "Yeah. No fucking games. I don't have to read her mind. None of this… oh, if I have to tell you, it isn't the same. Then? Its all… we need to communicate. Here, let's py this stupid magazine article game, to learn to communicate, be closer. Next day? Oh, if I have to tell you, its not right. Fuck that puppy shit. She tells me. Like the MP's tell you. Then? We both know. Cool. I tell her. She knows. Its called communicating. Not… communicating, is pying guessing games, and expecting the other person to… I don't know… read your fucking mind, to be your goddamn soul mate or some cosmic bullshit they made up for a dippy girl movie. We communicate by talking. One talks, the other listens. We make compromises. Whatever. And yeah… she either fucks me? Or fucks me back. I love the ride. Its intense."

  "Do… guys like that?"

  "I guess. Light, we sit around. Guys, I mean. Wondering what the fuck is going on. Do you girls, sit around coming up with ways to… oh, we have to be mysterious and difficult, so boys have some kind of challenge? Maybe a little bit's fun, but… its fucking annoying. We don't like that in girls. We put up with it. Example. Had a buddy in the service. He likes to go hiking. Got a hiking girl. Cool. Year and a half in? Finds out, she only pretended to like hiking. Because you're supposed to like what he likes, to get in with him. He wasted a year and a half of his life, and this could have been handled on the first date. They met at a 'meet people to go hiking with' party, for Christ's sake. She was just there, to get a guy. He was there to meet a girl, but… a girl that hikes! Get my point about games?"

  "Yeah. And you… like me?"

  "Yeah. You're like her, in a soft way. You're direct. You're honest. You don't want money and prizes, you just like the guy. You? Remind me of the skips a generation thing. You know, both parents are neat freaks? Kid wants to be messy when they move out. Something new. Kid marries a messy partner. So their kid? Turns out to be a neat freak. The cycle repeats, and flip flops every generation. Your parents are alcoholics? You don't drink much. Your parents are churchgoing teetotalers? You like to drink. You? You're mom was a gold digger. So, you hate that. I like it about you. Soft version of Hurry. Direct, and honest. Its refreshing."

  "And you like a tall, strong girl."

  "I do. You're tall. You're strong. And you're very tough. You're a survivor. I don't know I would have survived what you did, and came out the other end one tenth as together as you are."

  "I'm a basket case. I'm a fucked up 14 year old, in a 19 year old girl's body. I'm damaged goods."