“I know it was Owen. I’ll take care of him once I get home again.” Jimmy sounded surprisingly ominous given his choirboy personality. I didn’t want to get into this, but I didn’t want Steve to get in trouble. I felt bad enough about wrecking his laptop.
“It wasn’t Steve. It was Riley.” I hated even saying his name.
“Riley? That dirty—” Jimmy looked over at me. “Why do you look so upset? Did Riley do something? Did he hurt you? I knew you should have come home with me.” Suddenly he yanked the truck to the side of the road and threw on the parking brake.
He undid his seatbelt and mine, then grabbed both my shoulders and turned me to face him. “Tell me. Tell me everything.”
“I told you I took care of it. I don’t want to talk about this.” I wasn’t too happy about his sexist assumption that he’d have to dole out the revenge. It was over because I said it was over.
“Don’t you know how worried I’ve been? I could tell from talking to you on the phone something big happened. I’m responsible, so I need to know.”
“Why? I’m not some damsel in distress you have to rescue. I can take care of myself.” I pushed his hands off me and slid away from him. “You know what? It actually didn’t have to do with you. Why should I tell you things that will upset you when there’s nothing you can do?”
“Kelly, we need to be honest with each other.”
“Yeah, that means I have to tell you everything you want to know. What’s the point?” I hated drama. I didn’t have a ton of time with Jimmy, and it was supposed to be fun. And right now, I was not having fun.
“Well, I’ll find out from Riley then. Right before I take his head off.”
“This is exactly what I don’t want. I don’t want you going off and exacting some macho justice that’s going to get you arrested or something.”
“Kelly, please. If I promise to be good, will you tell me?”
I looked at him. I knew he was extremely strong-willed, but I was stubborn too. We could sit by the side of the road for hours, and that would be a waste. I held out my baby finger. “Do you promise me you won’t touch Riley?”
He grunted. “Why are you protecting that scumbag?”
“I’m protecting you, dummy.” He hooked his little finger into mine and nodded. There was a hint of smile on his face. Naturally, because he was getting his way.
“Okay. Riley tried to blackmail me. He offered me the camera memory card if I met him on the beach too.” I watched Jimmy’s face as he took this in. A deep red flush rose up his neck and over his face. I wondered if the top of his head was going to explode like a cartoon volcano.
His voice was choked. “Meet him on the beach? To do what?”
“I don’t know,” I lied. “Obviously, I didn’t meet him.”
“So how did you get it back?”
“Remember Max? The little left winger?” Jimmy nodded. “He overheard us arguing in the art room, and he stole the memory cards out of Riley’s gear during scrimmage. Then he gave them to me.” The little robot was carefully wrapped in a sweater in my hockey bag.
Jimmy was silent for a long time. Then he moved towards me, his face looming large before he put his head on my shoulder. He encircled his muscular arms around me and squeezed me so tightly I could hardly take a breath.
“Oh, Kelly. You make me feel helpless. I’ve never felt like this before, and I hate it.” He never released his death grip, but our bodies fell onto the seat, his weight heavy on me. He started kissing me, first blind kisses all over my face but once he found my lips, his kisses became hungry. He mashed his lips against mine with a bruising intensity. He was full of frustrated energy, and he was trying to bend me and break me to his will. But I met his kisses with my own, nipping at his upper lip, then sucking his tongue into my mouth. I pressed my body against his, feeling his cock stiffening through the thick fabric of his shorts. Then I wrapped my legs around him, pulling his hardness against the very part of me where I wanted him to go. Jimmy groaned and pushed one hand under my t-shirt onto my bare skin.
A trailer truck whizzed by and shook our vehicle slightly. Jimmy pulled himself up.
“No. Not here. I want us to be together, but it’s got to be absolutely private.” I growled in frustration and he smiled down at me. “See what you do to me, Kelly? I lose my common sense when you’re around. We shouldn’t have fooled around on the beach. Someone’s always watching.”
I sat up, smoothed out my t-shirt, and redid my ponytail. “Maybe in James Frechette world where everything is weird and stalkerish.”
I saw Jimmy trying to straighten out his shorts. Good luck taming that bad boy, buddy. He wanted this as much as I did. He started up the truck again and pulled out as if everything was normal. Mind over matter, I guess.
“How come you’re back over there?” Jimmy asked. I had resumed sitting by the passenger door.
“Because you’re a tease. You get me all worked up and say no. I’m not falling for your boyish tricks again,” I told him, trying not to laugh. But really, sitting right next to him wasn’t going to help either of us. I wondered how far our camping spot was.
“I guess we had our first fight,” Jimmy concluded. But he actually sounded proud, like it was some milestone for his Dear Diary. And that wasn’t a fight, it was him getting upset.
We drove on for a while in silence. Without taking his eyes off the road, he asked, “Hey, can you grab the map out of the glove box?”
I was surprised he didn’t know his way around the New Brunswick back roads. I opened the glove box up and saw a little gift-wrapped box. “What’s this?”
Jimmy was grinning and he gave me a sidelong look. He shrugged ultra-casually. “Yesterday was your birthday, right?”
“Yeah… but how did you know?”
“You told me, the very first day we met.”
I didn’t remember that. I took out the gift; it was the shape of a ring box and my stomach dropped. But even someone as intense as Jimmy wasn’t going to be giving rings this soon, was he? He was so unpredictable.
I unwrapped the tangle of scotch tape and the multi-coloured Happy Birthday paper and found a plain blue box inside. I opened it up and found earrings, but not your run-of-the-mill earrings from the Bay, these were silver hoops with a hammered surface. They looked unique and stylish, like something April would wear. Yet not too girly, which was like me. I took off the tiny studs I was wearing and put the hoops on. Then I pulled down the visor mirror and had a look. Very nice.
“Thanks, Jimmy. I mean, really thanks. I actually like these earrings.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Well, I am surprised. You have nice taste. Unless, your mom helped you or something like that.”
Jimmy frowned. “My mom did not help me. I bought them in L.A. when I was down there last week.”
He turned to look at me. “You know, Kelly, you need to stop underestimating me.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“You have me pegged. You think I’m too young, so I can’t do stuff. But I can, I’ve already accomplished a lot. I’m not like most eighteen-year-olds. You need to get that.” He didn’t sound pissed, only like he was stating a fact. “You need to see that I could be—your equal, your boyfriend. Someone who can look after you.”
Next time I was planning a fling, I’d have to look in the normal section of the guy store. I figured Jimmy was a horny teenaged guy with an amazing body who was attracted to me, so we could have some fun. He was right; I hadn’t taken him too seriously. But from the beginning, he was so intense about everything.
In some ways our relationship was ass-backwards. We got to know each other in such an intense way since we were together 24/7. And then we had near-sex and a crisis, and a resolution, all in the span of a week. It seemed like we had gone through all the consequences without having much of the fun. But should I be having sex with him if he was getting serious? I sighed inside. It was too late; I made my decision at the dock and now I was hurtling 100 kil
ometers an hour towards a weekend full of sex and whatever happened after sex.
I looked over at Jimmy: he was driving in this easy, relaxed way with one hand on the wheel and one arm out the window. His arms looked big and strong. His thighs were huge, even in his khaki shorts. When I looked at him, I wanted him. Maybe he was a little intense, but he was a sweet guy at the core.
Fuck it. I wanted him bad, and we were going to finally have sex.
19
Liar, Liar
Jimmy
“When are we going to get there?” asked Kelly for about the tenth time. She reminded me of a little kid, except when I looked at her. She was wearing some long shorts and an orange t-shirt, but mainly it was her face. When I left her a week ago, she had looked stressed. Now she looked happy and relaxed, like when I first saw her at the airport.
“The best thing would be to stop halfway—which would be around Rivière-du-Loup. There’s a campsite right on the St. Lawrence River that’s nice.”
“We’ve passed a hundred campsites that looked nice,” Kelly pouted. But I was determined to get at least 400k into our trip, and more would be better.
I had really been looking forward to this road trip with her, but now there was some kind of tension between us and we weren’t talking much. It was my fault for bringing up the whole photo issue right off; I should have waited. As for Riley, I promised not to lay a finger on him, but there were other ways. Our hockey community was pretty small, and what goes around comes around. He certainly wasn’t a guy who should be coaching kids again.
Of course, I was a little nervous about what things would be like once we did stop. Kelly had become an obsession for me, and I’d been thinking about her the whole time we were apart. She was so different from any other girl I’d ever met.
My mother wasn’t too impressed when I told her I was taking off for three days to drive to Montreal.
“Jimmy, you’ve been going full out this summer, what with the draft and rookie camp. Don’t you think driving twenty hours in three days is a little too much? If you want to spend time with the girl, have her over to the house for the weekend. She can take the bus home, and you won’t end up exhausted.”
Yeah, but having Kelly to our house meant she’d be sleeping in the guest room. The point of us being together was being alone. We’d already spent too much time together with no privacy. And I wasn’t too sure about introducing Kelly to my parents right now. My mother wasn’t happy when she found out about the online photos, and she’d prejudged Kelly. I told her we were only kissing, but she was a teacher so she saw through half-truths easily.
“You can’t be relaxing because you got drafted high,” she scolded me. “Now’s the time to work harder than ever, not spend your time foolin’ around.”
“Aggie, ease up on the boy,” my dad said. “He’s eighteen. T’would be a bigger worry if he didn’t have some pretty girls on the side. What does she look like, Jim?”
“She’s beautiful, Dad. And she loves hockey as much as I do.”
He had laughed at that and joked my mom into leaving me alone. But that night, she’d come to my room and given me a whole lecture on not getting girls into trouble. Here I was getting lectured on birth control, and the only reason we hadn’t had sex was because we didn’t have condoms. I now had 72 condoms in the truck. That was probably too many, but I got a 24 pack of one kind, and then I went back and got two other types in case Kelly preferred a certain kind. No way I was ever going to be unprepared again.
Kelly slid over next to me again. “Hey you,” I said to her, and she beamed up at me. She looked so beautiful when she smiled.
“I was looking at the map, Jimmy. And I found a nice campsite on a tiny lake, right here.” She opened the map towards me.
I looked down. “Yeah, I think I’ve been there before. You can go swimming. But it’s before Rivière-du-Loup. In fact, it’s coming up soon.”
Kelly leaned against me. “I like swimming in a lake.”
“But we’re not halfway yet.”
“We’re almost halfway.” She put her hand on my thigh and started casually tracing circles on it. “I could drive tomorrow if you’re getting tired.”
“Have you ever driven a truck before?”
She shook her head. “It can’t be that different from a car.”
“It is.” Her hand circling kept going higher and higher. I shifted around a little. “Ah, Kelly, I’m trying to drive here.”
“Oh sorry. Am I distracting you?” She took the map in both hands and studied it some more.
I swallowed. “Okay, I guess we could stop there.”
“Great.” She kissed me on the cheek. “I can hardly wait.”
We were lucky enough to get a site that was set back in the trees and private. It was a long hike from the truck, but Kelly was happy to carry her share of the gear.
“It’s beautiful here,” she said. “And it’s so nice to be out in the fresh air.”
She helped me pitch the tent, and then we brought more stuff from the truck.“Are you hungry? My mom packed us some sandwiches and snacks.” I looked inside the cooler; it was filled with enough food for three days. Mom was thrifty and believed eating out was a waste. I was more like my dad, who didn’t mind spending on a good meal.
“No, not hungry right now,” Kelly replied.
I was nervous. We were finally alone, but I didn’t want to jump right into anything. “You want to go for a swim?”
Kelly nodded. “Yeah, I feel a little sticky.”
She reached into her knapsack and pulled out the navy swimsuit she wore for camp.
“What happened to the other one?” I asked. “You know, the little one?”
Kelly laughed and dug further into her pack, pulling out the colourful bits of fabric I remembered so well. “I never wear bikinis, but April made me buy this one.”
“Good for April,” I said. This was perfect. Kelly had looked so hot in her bikini, and now we’d get a do-over of that night. Nobody to spy on us and lots of condoms. The way things should have been in the first place. I left the tent and went to the washroom to get changed.
We went for a swim. The water was cold and the bugs were bad, so we were back in the tent in no time.
“So, alone at last,” Kelly said.
We were both sitting on our sleeping bags in our bathing suits and damp t-shirts. The tent was sweaty inside. Kelly reached out and laid her hand on my chest. I felt a surge of joy at her touch. After thinking about Kelly for so long, here she was, for real. She was my girlfriend, and we could do whatever we wanted—whatever I wanted. I wrapped my hand around hers and pulled her towards me. She closed her eyes and I kissed her. Her lips were surprisingly cold, and I wondered if she was chilled after our swim.
I broke off the kiss to ask, “Are you warm enough?”
She opened her dark eyes, and they crinkled in the corners as she smiled. “Why don’t you warm me up?”
I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her. I probed her mouth with my tongue and rubbed my hands all over her. Her body felt so good, even through the t-shirt, both soft and firm. I pulled off her damp t-shirt and then mine.
“Your body is so nice, Jimmy,” she said. She ran her hands over my chest, bent her head down and sucked on my nipple. It felt weird at first until it started sending these prickly sensations through me. She started licking and kissing me everywhere: my shoulders, my arms, my chest, and then she started moving down my stomach. As much as I was enjoying it, I wanted to do stuff to her too.
“Stop, Kelly. It’s my turn.” I pulled her back up and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck. Then I undid her bikini top and got to see her tits again. I took one in each hand and circled my fingers around them. Kelly groaned and leaned her head back. It was like she was offering her tits to me, so I tongued her in the same way she did to me, licking and sucking. Her nipples got hard and pointy and a little darker. I pushed in the nubs with my thumb and Kelly
started grinding herself into me. I could feel her wetness on my stomach even through her bathing suit. I undid the little ties on the sides of her bikini bottoms. They slid off and she was naked. As I was looking at her, she squirmed away from me, then reached down and pulled off my swim shorts. My cock was already hard, but once she started stroking it, it rose up almost against my stomach. It was painfully erect.
“Mmmm, your skin is giving off so much heat,” Kelly said. “Feels amazing.” She pushed me down onto the sleeping bag, and I pulled her on top of me. I squeezed her ass in both hands, and she sighed.
“Let’s get ready,” Kelly urged me. She got off me, and I reached into my bag for the condoms.
“What kind do you like?” I spread the three different kinds out in my hand.
“Uh, I don’t care. The kind that works.” Kelly sounded a little frustrated. She grabbed the closest packet out of my hand, opened it up, and slid it on my cock quickly. She was pretty expert and that worried me.
Kelly rolled back onto me and kissed me. I responded automatically, but I felt nervous. Kelly had had steady boyfriends before, so she probably knew a lot about sex. What if I blew it and she never wanted to do it with me again? Maybe it would be better to tell her the truth now. Yeah, that was what I should do.
I stopped kissing her. “Wait.”
“Wha’ is it?” Kelly sounded like I just woke her up.
“I gotta tell you, I haven’t done this before.” Okay, there it was: the truth. But she still didn’t get it. Kelly seemed to be totally out of it. “
“What do you mean, in a tent?” she asked.
“No, I mean, uh, had relations.”
“What? I don’t get it.”
“Kelly, I’m a virgin.”
She muttered something that sounded like “holy shit,” and squinted at me. “But Jimmy, at the camp, you told me you weren’t.”
Yeah, good point. “I was worried you might change your mind about me, if you knew. You already think I’m too young.”
“Is this like a religious thing?”
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