by Laine Watson
Chapter Eleven: Trigger Hippy
Even though things were better than I had ever imagined, there was still darkness lurking in both Jack and I, but we’re too happy to deal with the things that we weren’t telling each other.
I woke up one morning before Jack. I smiled at him, looking him over. I noticed that he had a mad boner, which probably meant that he was going to wake up soon. I slid my hand slowly down into his boxers, and played with his sack. It was sort of therapeutic, like those stress balls you massage in your hands to keep you calm. It was so peaceful, that I ended up falling back to sleep with my hands down his boxers. When Jack woke up, he found my hand in his underwear and me sleeping close to him. Had he not told me what happened, I may have felt differently about things. He watched me for a minute.
“Horny…” Jack smiled at me. He turned me over onto my back from my side, and I still didn’t wake up. My tiny shorts slid right off of me with no resistance; He was quiet and precise. He looked me over again, getting closer to me, looking right into my face. He eased two fingers into my vagina, making me moan in my sleep. I wish I could have seen his sexy smirk. Even in my sleep, I knew it was him inside of me, and I whined his name, not wanting to open my eyes.
“Jack…” I wasn’t ready for it.
I don’t know why it felt so good; I just opened my eyes while he was fingering me and had an orgasm.
“Jack…” I moaned, opening my eyes and pulling his face closer to mine as I gyrated my hips to the motion of his finger fucking. He kissed me hard, his teeth grazing my lip.
“Damn…you came already,” he said, slowing down his fingers as he pushed inside of me, feeling the swelling and the contractions around them. I stopped moving.
“Oh…that was so good,” I moaned.
“Damn, now I wanna fuck…” Jack laughed.
“Do it…” I told him.
“You’re so fucking wet, oh my gawd!” Jack said, excited. And I wasn’t the only one who came quickly.
“Jack just put it on me,” I begged when he was about to pull out.
He let his cum fly freely, “You want this Jack sauce?”
“No!” I said as it splashed everywhere. “Not on my face, ew! On my belly!”
Jack got control a little bit and put it on my stomach and I watched it come out. He looked at me as he sat back on his legs, looking tired.
I giggled.
“Ew…” I rubbed his cum all over my midsection. He laughed at me.
“It’s my shield,” I said, innocently, “It’s Jack sauce.” Jack leaned in and kissed me as he laid down. And believe it or not, we both went right back to sleep, no shower or anything.
Later in the afternoon, I was sitting on Jack’s bed, watching while he lit a cigarette with his skeleton lighter. He sniffed and took a drag. He stood up and walked over to the window on the furthest wall from the door and let the smoke blow out of it. I loved how casually sexy we were; Jack was wearing black sweatpants and a black t-shirt with white, blocky writing, while I was wearing a half-shirt with the sleeves cut off, no bra and baggy sweats that made me look like I had a bigger butt than I did. I smiled at him. I got up and walked over to him and started tickling him with one finger.
“Stop!” he shouted, clenching a little bit. I laughed, and did it again.
“Stop fucking playing, Hot Rod!” Jack laughed, clinching his abs again and bending over a little bit. I poked him on one if his butt cheeks.
“I got you in your b-u-t-t!” I said, poking him over and over.
“Stop!” He smiled, jumping at me playfully. I jumped back, giggling.
“Got you in your butt!” I laughed.
“Stop saying that shit!” he ordered. I walked to the door.
“I got you in your butt, I got you in your butt!” I sang, giggling as I walked quickly and animatedly out his door. He put out his cigarette and threw it out of the window as I continued to say, “I got you in your butt!”
He walked out of his room after me and caught me in the living room, tossing me on the sofa.
“Stop saying that shit before I get you in your butt!” he said, hovering over me, with his knee bent into the couch cushion between my legs. I continued to giggle.
“You think you cute,” he taunted.
“No, I’m sexy,” I said, pushing him a little. I poked him in his butt again. “I got you in your butt!” I giggled again.
“Keep playing with me, Hot Rod,” Jack warned playfully. I laughed and poked him again.
He flared his nostrils with a smile and lifted my half shirt up with his nose, exposing one of my breasts. He bit my nipple.
“N-o-o-o!” I laughed, “S-t-o-p J-a-c-k!” I continued to laugh from the pain and the playfulness of it. He gave one quick suck as my one breast bounced back on me as he released my nipple from his lips.
“Nope!” he said and got an even better grip the second time he bit it.
“O-w J-a-c-k!” I whined and laughed. “P-l-e-a-s-e!” I arched my back, pushing my head into the cushion, moaning a little.
“Jackie!” Stephanie called from the kitchen.
“Jack!” I whispered with fear and embarrassment in my eyes. Jack smirked and took his lips from my nipple and pulled my shirt down with that heated look in his eyes. I liked the way his body moved. He tapped me twice on my ass and stood up.
“What?” Jack said, walking away from the sofa into the kitchen doorway. I stood up by the sofa and tried to fix my clothes to hide the evidence under my shirt. I scooted behind Jack.
His mom looked at him suspiciously as he stood there with an equally suspicious smirk.
“Katie-Cakes, why you hiding behind Jackie?” she asked me.
“I’m not hiding,” I peeped.
“Ma, we were just playing.” Jack shrugged.
“Were you?” Stephanie said, rolling her eyes. Jack looked back and smiled at me. I smiled back. “Can you go to the store and get me some cigarettes?”
“Yeah…we can do that,” Jack said.
“Okay. Let me just get some money out of my purse,” his mother said, starting back to her room.
“Nah, Ma I got it,” Jack told her.
“Where you getting money from, Jackie?” his mom asked him.
“Ma,” Jack said, shaking his head. “Stop.”
“Jack…I don…” she began.
“Bye, Ma…” Jack said, pushing me out of the living room, through the hall, and into his room, where he slammed his door shut behind us.
I sat down on Jack’s bed. Jack kneeled down on the side of the window in front of a black square metal boxy shelf, that blended in with his black dresser. He unlocked it and opened it. Inside, there were stacks and stacks of dollar bills. I pretended like I didn’t notice as he shut the door on the metal box. He stood up.
“Com’on, let’s go,” he said.
“I gotta put something else on,” I told him.
“Okay. I’mma be outside,” Jack said, and kissed me. He was a much better kisser than he was when he was younger. He did everything better. Everything.
I pulled one of his t-shirts out of the top drawer from the dresser and grabbed my bra off the chair. I stood in front of the mirror, making sure my breasts were still big, beautiful, and perky. It was hard trying to achieve perkiness wearing an almost E-cup, but with some upper body exercises geared toward my chest muscles and Jack’s satisfaction with them, I kept them just right. I was too skinny to do anything else.
I slide my bra over each one of my shoulders and clipped it in the back. I pulled on a white tank with surf boards and a beautiful sunset in a rectangular picture on the front. I looked at myself. I didn’t feel sexy enough. I took the end of one the of the sides of the tank and tied it in a knot exposing a little of my midriff. My Jack bruises were fading. I smiled at myself and tossed my hair in a ponytail. I was ready to go. I hummed as I left the room, into the halls and out of the door. Jack was standing around with Trey and Jiggs as I made my way towards him. Jack and Jiggs were smoking a blunt, b
ut Trey wasn’t.
Jack looked over at me. I smiled. He said something to Trey and Jiggs, gave them some homie handshakes, and walked over to his car and I followed him. Jack unlocked the doors, and we got in and drove to the gas station. He pulled in, leaving the car turned on and put it in park. He looked over at me.
“So, you wanna go do something?” he asked me.
“Do something like what?”
“Trey n’em going to the bowling alley tonight, you wanna go?” he asked.
“Who is ‘n’em’?” I wanted clarification.
“You know, Jiggs, Ant, Drew…” He began, and I rolled my eyes when he started to call out only guys’ names.
“I thought you said you didn’t hang out with them like that,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but they just chilling tonight, and Bianca gone be there,” he said.
“She didn’t say nothing to me about going nowhere,” I told him.
“Hot Rod, you wanna go or not?” Jack sighed heavily.
“Yeah, we can go.” I shrugged. Jack nodded. He left me in the car as he went in and purchased cigarettes for his mom.
When we got back to the house, Jack went inside, while I stayed out in the front to talk to Trey. Trey walked over to Jack’s car, which I was leaning on, about to call Bianca.
“What up?” Trey said.
“Brothee!” I smiled.
“Y’all going tonight?” Trey asked me.
“Yeah, I think so. Bianca coming?”
“Yeah, she say she is.” He shrugged.
“Are you guys together?” I asked him.
“Shit, I’on know. I know I’m fucking tonight, that’s all I know.” Trey smiled. I laughed.
“What time y’all going?” I asked.
“I’on know, six. What time is it?”
“Like three or four.”
“Let me go take a shower,” Trey said. “Gotta get fresh.” He smiled, heading back to Jiggs’s house. I laughed at him and headed into the house as I called Bianca.
“Hey, Bitch! Why you ain’t tell me you was going out with Trey tonight?” I asked her.
“Nah, Bitch. Don’t keep up with my schedule,” she said. “I’m the one ain’t seen you in weeks.” I laughed.
“You comin tonight?” she asked me.
“Yeah…”
“What’chu gone wear?”
“Uhm, prolly some chucks,” I replied, thinking about it. “Ooh, I got this gold skirt. It’s like a low-key tutu miniskirt, and this black and white polka dot belly shirt.”
“Oh that sound cute. I mean, hoe-ish,” she replied sarcastically.
“Yeah, I’mma be sexy,” I said, rolling my eyes and walking into Jack’s room. To my excitement, Jack had taken his shirt off. I grinned at him sexily. “I’mma call you back,” I said, ending the call. I dropped my phone on Jack’s dresser.
“Hey,” I said as he looked over at me, “Did you ever get that tattoo you said you were gonna get?”
“When?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“It was like way back when, in ninth grade,” I reminded him.
“Oh, yeah…” Jack said, turning around to me.
“I noticed you got some more,” I said.
“Yeah…” he replied, walking over to me and kissed me. He was so sexy. I rolled my eyes at him for no reason, really. Just because I felt sexy standing next to him.
“I’m ‘bout to take a shower,” I said and walked away from him as he watched me.
When I entered the room after taking my shower, Jack was sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He sat the phone down on the nightstand and smiled at me like, “What are you about to do?” as he folded his hands in front of him with a sigh.
I tiptoed across the room and pretended to fall on the bed.
“Oh! Oh no,” I said dramatically, laying down on the bed and letting the towel fall how it would, exposing whatever part of my body got exposed, “I just fell, and I have nothing to cover me, what am I gonna do? I’m so cold.”
Jack rolled his eyes with a sexy smirk and climbed on top of me. I laughed as he stared me in my face. He looked at me like he loved me in that moment.
“Damn, you’re so fucking hot. I love the way you look,” he said.
“Why because I don’t look like you?” I asked.
“Nah, because you look like you…” he told me.
“Jack, you’re so beautiful to me,” I admitted. “I even like the way you chew.”
“What?” Jack laughed. “You’re so fucking crazy Hot Rod.” Jack kissed me.
“But do you still love me?” I asked.
“Hot Rod, I wish you had always been like this,” he said. “You never told me anything. I had to figure shit out myself.”
“Jack…you were always with other girls,” I reminded him.
“I was always with other girls because you were always trying to play me,” he pointed out.
“Play you? How?!” I asked.
“Cuz I’d be like, ‘What’s up with me and you,’ and you’d be like, ‘Nothing’…roll your eyes. Then try to hook me up with dirty-ass bitches and shit.”
“Jack…” I sighed. I didn’t really care about when we were kids. He sighed, too. “Jack, I love you now. More than I ever did then.” I said. “A-n-d…. I’m so cold,” I said, dramatically squirming underneath him. His smile returned, and the sexy look in his eyes did, too.
He kissed me again. He kissed my body like I wanted him to, trailing his lips down along my body. He kissed my vagina and stood up. I was about to get up, but he walked to the side of the bed and spun me around. He grabbed me by the thighs, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I loved it when Jack was rough and controlled things. I liked when he just did things without asking. It made the experience better. He lifted my legs up, and at that time I wasn’t the biggest fan of getting eaten out. I wanted him to fuck me; he could eat me out later, but this time, it was amazing. He was skilled and precise. I couldn’t keep still. I wasn’t like other girls; Most girls talk about having sex for hours, getting eaten out for hours and sucking dick for hours. That’s not something I could do. I’d say Jack was down there about three minutes, and I was done, coming all over his face and in his mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t even want him to touch me. I balled up in the towel, and Jack laughed at me.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, sitting back down on his side of the bed and wiping his face with a hand.
“To come? Yes.” I laughed, sitting up and wrapping the towel around me again as I got up.
“Man, I wanna fuck now,” Jack said.
“Uhm, later, okay?” I replied. Jack sighed. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. I swallowed, and dropped to my knees.
“You better not come in my mouth,” I warned him.
“You came in mine,” he said pointedly.
“How did mine taste?” I asked him.
“It didn’t have a taste.” He shrugged, “I mean I can’t explain it.”
“Yours does,” I said. “So, don’t do it. Or you’re never getting head ever again.”
“Just let me fuck,” Jack complained.
“No…” I said.
“Why?”
“Because I already had an orgasm. It’s gonna hurt,” I said. I took his penis out of his pants, and he sat back. It wasn’t weird to put it in my mouth. It was much bigger than it was when I was fourteen, and much harder to handle, but I managed. I couldn’t do it for an extended amount of time. I did it for like five minutes, maybe less.
“Okay, never mind, you can fuck me,” I said, letting his penis fall out of my mouth.
Jack smiled and pushed me down onto the floor. He didn’t even let me know anything. He just shoved his penis in my pussy, thank goodness it was still wet. Jack pumped hard, and I exhaled sharply each time he rammed himself back inside of me. I could feel the carpet, burning the skin of my lower back. Droplets of sweat fell off of Jack, splattering across my skin. Jack grunted as
he came; not on me, but inside of me.
“Shit,” he sighed, standing up. I got up, too, while Jack went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. He didn’t shut the door, he just took his clothes off and hopped in the shower. I shyly walked into the bathroom and stepped in the tub with him. It wasn’t sexy; once again we literally just washed ourselves. He did kiss me once, and that made me happy.
We got out of the shower, dried off and got dressed. Jack was wearing some nice black pants with pocket zippers, and a black shirt with colorful words emblazoned across it, masculine and abstract.
I wore what I’d told Bianca that I was going to wear with a blue jean jacket over it.
“Do you like my outfit?” I asked Jack as we were walking out the door.
“Yeah,” Jack said, locking the door. We hopped in the car and drove over to the bowling alley.
When we got to the bowling alley, I was ready to have some fun. I looked super cute and Jack was right there with me. As we were walking in, Jack saw Trey and some of his friends and he stood in the parking lot, talking to them for a while. I had planned to get us a table and two lanes to play.
“I’m going in,” I said. Jack nodded, talking to Trey with a smile.
As I approached the doors to the bowling alley, I noticed some of my friends that I hadn’t talked to in a while. It was Elliot, Chris, and some other people that would be at the parties that I hadn’t been to in months.
“Katie!” Ells said, running up to me, while Chris smiled from the door.
“Hi.” I smiled.
“Where’ve you been?!” Ells smiled, “I miss your boobs!” That wasn’t unlike him to say.
“Yeah, Katie, where the titties?” Chris asked from the door. They always talked to me like that, and before, it wouldn’t have meant anything. But then my smile went away, and my anxiety took over.
“What the fuck?” Ells said, watching my face as he stood in front of me, confused. “Katie?” I didn’t respond. Chris and Ells shared a judgmental look. I wish I could have just talked to them. They had always said things like that to me. Ells even chased me around his house with his dick out once, and I’d had fun doing that. Chris had always been a good guy, why did I suddenly feel like they were the scum of the earth? I couldn’t speak. I could hear Ells talking to me, concerned. He even laid a concerned hand on my shoulder.
