by KT Morrison
Yet, between his legs, his cock had become throbbing steel.
Kissing turned to fondling and Max wanted to be closer. He was frozen to the spot for the moment. Jay’s hand touched Maggie. He watched it intently, noted the hesitation; not afraid or bashful, but drawing out the moment, eking out the most enjoyment from that initial contact. It gripped her upper arm. Then the kiss broke, and he looked in her eyes.
That hurt. So Max took the opportunity to work himself closer to them.
It took painstaking movement; the ground littered with needles and other dry things apt to make a noise if he stepped on it. But he made his way around, going slow, keeping his eyes down, letting them dart up to keep abreast of what they did. He managed to get himself another dozen feet closer, cutting the distance between them in half. Aware of his own breathing, his own sounds, he hoped that it was only loud in the insulated space he was in, the tight enclosure of trees and shrubs; that any sound he made, once past the tree line, would get eaten up with wide open spaces, shouts from frisbee throwers, seagulls, and rustling leaves. The two of them made no movement like they heard something suspicious; they were caught up in each other.
Now he squatted down, the stiff blades of a cedar irritating the back of his neck. But he was closer, his view unobstructed. He could even hear the sounds their lips made against one another.
With one hand still on her shoulder, his other hand lay across the top of her bare thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. That simple touch sprang him even stiffer, his cock growing uncomfortable in the tightness of his briefs. He fought the urge to adjust it, worried being so close provided too many opportunities to get discovered. He let his cock suffer.
Maggie put her hand over Jay’s. It was small and pale compared to his thick-veined caramel skin. They continued to kiss, and while he’d thought that she had put her hand down on his to control him, to stop him from being too forward, it was evident now that wasn’t the case. It seemed like she was inching his hand higher up her thigh. Her fingers had closed around the back of his hand and she seemed to guide him under her skirt. Jay’s hand was happy to oblige, and it slowly slipped under the plaid fabric of her short skirt.
When his hand was hidden underneath the skirt, Jay’s smile broke their kiss and he looked in her eyes. He spoke her name in the tone of surprise and admonishment. Indicating to her that she was a bad girl. Hand moving under her skirt, their eyes darted over one another. Maggie's expression went placid, her attention focused on what his hand did below. Eyelids heavy, her lips parted. Then her eyes closed as Jay continued to do things under her skirt. Jay contemplated her face intently. He kissed her cheek.
Legs parting wider, she sat on one hip, opening like butterfly wings, one foot planted on her poncho that she lay on. She kept her calf blocking the view up her skirt, in between what Jay’s hand was doing and the students farther out in the field. But as her skirt rode up higher, a curve of her ass cheek was revealed to him. The dark woolen material bunched in the seam of her hip and folded away. Bare ass cheek exposed, the pale curve of it revealed to him, it was apparent that his Maggie was not wearing panties. She’d come today prepared for this. Wasn’t just dropping by to see how Jay was doing, she had prepared for something like this to happen. She wanted it.
A sickness rose in him. Thinking of her at home today, this morning, getting dressed, knowing she would make a detour before she got on the bus. Purposely deciding, I’m not putting on my panties. It will be better for Jay to stick his hand up my skirt and touch the part of me that belongs to Max. Maybe even worse. Maybe I’ll let Jay sneak that big cock up inside me. Right up my skirt! I won’t even have to undress!
Sickness, bile, and a swirl of blood-red anger came up his throat and he swallowed it. It burned like acid. He felt so betrayed. She was letting him down. He called her a slut and she loved it. He called her a slut and she hated it. Hated that it might be true. Here it was, Maggie. It was true. You are a slut. A no good dirty slut.
Two guys ran out deeper in the field, one tossing a football to himself. Maggie closed her legs, and they broke their kiss. They both watched the two guys for a moment. They weren't too close, but Maggie was wary. She worked herself closer to Jay, rolled towards him, taking a corner of her poncho that she sat on with her, covering herself as she went. On her belly, her elbows in the bare grass, Jay took up the poncho now and he put it over her waist and rump. He lay next to her, on his side and they spoke too quietly for Max to understand what they were saying. Jay’s hand moved underneath the poncho. Maggie parted her legs and Jay must have slipped his hand between her ass cheeks, his fingers stroking her pussy from behind, maybe even toying with her anus. Maggie smiled past his kissing lips, Max seeing the corner of it pull up one pretty cheek. Her ponytail hung down her shoulder and onto the grass under her chin.
Maggie's hand crawled Jay's belly, working like spider legs to get lower, get between his legs, but the angle was twisting her arm up, her shoulder moving high as it would go but she couldn't reach. Eager Jay tried thrusting his bulge towards her reaching hand but she gave up. Now she eased herself to her side to face him, his hand lifting the poncho for a moment while she got comfortable. Max saw right underneath—her bare legs, her ass cheek, her shaved mound... Then the poncho covered her again, and Jay’s hand continued to play with her, tenting out the fabric with his movements.
Her hand was free to explore. She broke her kiss, her head turned to the field to see if they were watched. Not realizing someone was, from the opposite direction, and only a dozen feet away, hidden in the bushes.
Jay wore a sweatshirt, jeans, and expensive basketball shoes. Maggie’s hand worked down to his jeans, felt around the denim until she discovered the shape of his manhood underneath. Then she gripped it, gave it a light stroking. He was huge and erect under the fabric. Max saw the shape of it in her hand. The view was blocked as their faces came together to resume their kissing. Both of them making out in the fall sun, touching each other’s genitals where anyone could see. It was so unlike her and, mad as he was, he didn't hate her. He had an explosion inside; one that made him want to scream, to fight, to yell, but also, and more likely, to watch. To enjoy. To witness her badness. Compersion. It froze him to the spot.
When her two hands came together, trying to work Jay’s zipper down, his breath clutched in his throat and he held it. He couldn't believe it. There were people around. Many people. She was being a whore. The kind of girl she and he might have made fun of a month ago. Some horny freshman. There was no excuse. She wasn’t a kid. She was grown up. She was engaged.
It was him that spurred this. He’d wanted it. But when he had struck this match, he could never have expected finding himself in this fire. It was not a far stretch, he supposed. Hiding in the bushes wasn’t far removed from hiding in the closet. And while they had done it together as a couple that time in the dorm room, what she was doing right now wasn’t that nefarious because these were all things she had done before and done it right in front of him.
Was it all the same? The pain now was as sharp as before, but this time her piercing arrow dipped in the poison of betrayal. This was killing him. Some anfractuous thing grew inside him—something hatched, twirling and writhing with reptilian ugliness. It wasn't entirely bad.
The button on the top of his jeans popped and her hands shook with its release. She slipped a hand inside his fly while they both regarded each other. A football thudded nearby, hopping up and twirling end over end, coming to rest a few yards from them. Maggie slipped her hand out and Jay snugged the poncho over her hips, made sure she was covered.
The guy who had missed the catch and been responsible for the ball coming to rest so close to them came to retrieve it. A handsome kid, a jock, with shaggy brown hair, he knew Jay and as he came close to his football, shouted out to him.
Jay answered, gave a mild wave back and a nod of his head. The brown-haired kid stooped for his ball, stood tossing it while he asked Jay more questions. Stuff ab
out the gym, about the wrestling schedule, if he was going to go to that Kappa party next weekend (he wasn’t), about homework, because apparently they were in the same literature class. Maggie’s face assumed a polite boredom. Both her hands were up from under her poncho and she watched the guy with the football ask a question then Jay’s mouth move as he answered. Jay kept his hips turned toward Maggie, was talking over his shoulder at this other student. All at once, the guy got it; he hesitated mid-question, his expression blank, and it was as if he’d just picked up on something that should have been obvious at the beginning. Guy with girl, laying in grass at back of field out of the way, her poncho covering her waist, they were close and face to face. He stammered, pointed at Jay with the football and he said All right Jay, catch you later. He hustled away.
Jay looked at Maggie blankly, his eyebrows a dead even line, the slightest smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. She looked back, blank as well, and just like his own little Maggie, the one that was his, she couldn’t keep a straight face and soon she burst into laughter, clapping her hand over mouth and rolling so she was face down on the grass.
Jay put an arm around her and he kissed her ear. He slipped his hands under the poncho, working with his cock or something, whispering in her ear. She nodded, still with her face in the grass, rolled, kissed his lips quickly, peeked under the poncho before removing it and gathering it into a ball. Jay had zipped himself up.
They stood, brushed at their clothes, blades of grass falling from them and catching in the breeze. The poncho was slipped over her head, Jay put his arms into his jacket. They stood a moment, whispering to each other, Jay’s hand under her poncho, laying on her flat tummy. Maggie raised a knee and scratched away grass that had embedded in her skin. They both looked around surreptitiously, two kids up to no good, not wanting to be spotted.
Jay took her hand and together they walked toward the tree line, headed straight for him.
4
& Stream
Thursday, October 5th
The skin of his scrotum crawled, his balls scrambled up inside his body. His scalp tingled, pins and needles stabbed at his fingers, toes, and across the back of his neck. He had to catch the word No from jumping past his lips. They headed right to him. Willing himself to sink low into the dirt, he condensed to the tiniest form his human body would take; nestled under a cedar tree, its bough lay across his neck, and sheltered him well.
But they would pass into the woods just a few feet from him, and he wore a navy coat and tan pants, not exactly camo, not exactly a ninja. Hands forming claws in the dirt, he wondered how mad Jay would be when he found some creep in the woods who’d obviously been spying on him and his girl. Would Maggie interject right away? Would she admit she knew him at all? What would she tell Jay?
“Fuck,” he mouthed silently, his mouth shaping it as a scream, his head shaking with fright. He bowed his head as he heard them draw closer; their feet in the grass, their light banter, his Maggie’s pretty voice engaged in familiar conversation with another man...discussing the things they were doing...were going to do...
It clutched him. The fear, the lust, the hurt, the jealousy, the abounding love—all too much for his heart. He wanted to explode, wanted to scream, wanted his insides to burst from his flesh and just not have any feelings anymore of any kind. He wanted peace...
Their footsteps passed. Jay said something that made her giggle … They had gone from his left to his right, passed right by him, heading deeper into the woods. They crushed leaves and snapped twigs, oblivious. His head raised, and he saw their backs. A bough swayed and danced right in front of him.
As they had passed from the grassy field into the bush, one of them must have swung the bough wide, holding it open like a door, probably Gentleman Jay. It would have concealed where he hid.
“Holy shit,” he whispered and put a hand over his heart. It pounded away in a frenzy. That had been close.
Maggie and Jay worked their way through the paths beaten between the trees, having to duck occasionally, and Jay parted more boughs for Maggie to pass. Their voices grew distant and soon they descended the ravine, their bodies getting lower and lower as they made their way near the stream. Then they slipped from sight and it was quiet again.
Rising, he watched where they had gone; stood then, kicked his legs out. Stiff and sore after yesterday’s workout with Cole, sharp pain also shot through his elbows and shoulder joints.
A few feet down the path they had taken he paused, wondering if this was a good idea anymore. The fear of being discovered, the closeness of that last call, froze him in his tracks. Should he push his luck?
“Why not?” he said to himself angrily. Maggie belonged to him. If she was cheating on him he was allowed this. Even if he watched with hatred, this voyeurism was understandable. If she cheated, and he watched with hatred—and something else, something wild and libertine—that was just as acceptable. Maggie was his. She belonged to him. She wore his ring. He was allowed to watch.
Now indignant he traced their steps to the top of the ridge. Looking down he saw the stream, a path that led that way, see-sawing like a switchback til it came to the steep embankment that dropped to the fast-moving water. No sign of them.
The noises they made would be inaudible. The rushing stream broke across a long line of rocks, dropping a few feet over them, gurgling and splashing. Skewing to the left, he looked right, worked his way across the trail, not along it, going toward the stream in a straight line. He found them.
They were close together, standing under the spreading branches of an oak tree. Long branches reached out over the water, and it fluttered pale yellow leaves. The ground they stood on was overgrown with tall timothy grass that came up to their thighs. Behind them, between their bodies and the water, was a slab of granite in gray and pale pink. It was rounded, boulder shaped, roughly the size of a compact car. It sat as high as their knees, wedged into the embankment, one-half in the earth, one-half in the water, the stream eddying against its side.
Maggie leaned with her back against the massive tree trunk. Jay loomed over her, one hand on her hip, on hand over her shoulder and planted on the tree. She looked up into his eyes, and they talked. Jay made her laugh.
Jay eyed his own hand, moving lazily, dropping from her waist down to her thigh, and pinching the hem of her skirt. Maggie stopped talking, and she regarded Jay’s face. The hem of the skirt was lifted, her bare milky thighs revealed. Higher it rose, showing more and more.
There was an ache in his stomach and his balls now. This hurt like nothing he'd ever felt. Maggie bit her lips as her bare pussy was revealed to daylight and the fall breeze. Jay’s hand slipped under her skirt, letting it fall to cover him as his hand worked between her legs. Maggie parted for him. One hand gripping his wrist, she jostled as she planted her legs wider, letting her boyfriend get access to the most private part of her body.
Slowly now her hands were moving, coming together again at the button of Jay's jeans. Their lips pressed, the two of them rocking against one another. The zipper was drawn down, her hand went into his fly once more. This time, after a long moment at work behind the denim, she drew his erection out. Maggie stroked it lightly with one hand. It stuck out from his fly, partly hidden in his jeans, but still impressively large, especially from this distance where he could see its proportion to the rest of his body, Maggie’s body, Maggie's hand. Twice as long as her fist, easily. Another hand length hidden behind the fly of his opened jeans.
Max settled down while he viewed them. Two lovers hiding away from it all, looking for a little unscheduled quickie. They made out, stroked one another’s sex organs. He nestled down in the brush, this time more comfortable without a cedar scratching at his back. He hid himself behind a baby Scotch pine, roughly the same size and shape as his hunched body. He bent tall grass toward him, fanning it out so it would break up the shape of his shoulders.
Now Maggie broke their kiss, hand still pumping, her head twisting to the l
eft and the right. Her knees bent as she squat low, her back leaning against the tree. She took Jay in her mouth. Jay looked around now too, both hands going on the tree as if he were being frisked.
Maggie sunk his glans in her mouth, pulled back. Kissed it. Kissed the hole, raised it, kissed his underside, ran her tongue back up to the tip and sunk him back into her wet mouth. Jay’s hips pumped himself into her eagerly. Her pale fingers clamped his thighs as he fucked it into her. It was disgusting, but he wished he was closer, wished he could hear the awful, slick sounds that came with it. He knew what it sounded like when she sucked another man.
Jay's head looked around now too, wary of being discovered. His eyes lazy, his expression weak with pleasure, Jay looked right at Max, right at the tree he hid behind and didn't see him. Max saw point blank the look of satisfaction that his future wife's mouth put on a man.
She was his semi-virgin, but Maggie was incredible at oral sex. He’d never had a better blow job. She approached it with zeal, not the slightest squeamishness some girls might get. Putting a penis in your mouth had to be gross. Maggie had worked his like an expert. He would never have known his was the first she’d ever put her lips over. Now she’d performed for two other men. His own best friend had received her gifts and had ejaculated in her mouth.
Maggie treated Jay now. Working him over like she could. Showing off a little. He wondered what she planned. Was she going to make him come in her mouth? Was that it? Where they going to fuck as well? Did she have time? His phone showed him she was getting close to her bus leaving.
When Max was convinced that she was going to make Jay come, Jay stopped her. He withdrew it, and her two fists kept stroking and twisting on him, her eyes turned up to his face. He lifted her. Put two hands under her armpits and lifted her up to the tree, pinned her against it with kisses to her neck. One of her knees rubbed up and down the outside of his thighs and her mouth parted, her eyes shut, as Jay whispered what must have been very dirty and exciting things. Between them, one hand still pumped the end of his cock, his glans clamped in her fist.
