Chapter 26: McCabe, a/k/a Tawnee Crimson

I’ll skip over some time here. Until the end of the school year, I did continue to see Karen periodically. Since she had enjoyed the last concert, we went to another, a choral concert, which we both liked.

And she invited me over to her house once to watch a video and talk. Nothing happened because her mother kept bringing snacks and refills for drinks, but it was almost okay because we both were comfortable with each other, talking and enjoying being together. There would be time for other stuff. I was sensing that she really was enjoying being with me. It was a great relief.

I got the results of my French placement exam back and would start in an advanced conversation and literature class in the fall. I also talked to my studies advisor, and based on my current grades she wanted me to take an advanced placement math class and an AP history course. I wasn’t sure about the latter but she said it would look good for colleges.

I continued to go to hapkido class a couple of times a week. Master Kim now had me assisting with instruction for the newer students, helping to demonstrate blocks and throws, which was an ego boost since that was an honor normally reserved for students who had earned their black belt.

We took finals, which I thought were surprisingly easy. At least I seemed to know the answers to the questions without having to think much about them. When my semester grades finally arrived in the mail my parents were thrilled to find that I had gotten A’s in everything. Except P.E. I got a B in P.E. I think the teacher felt sorry for me and let me slide.

There were the usual rounds of end-of-school parties, which were also beginning-of-summer parties. The ones thrown by the seniors, who would have their graduation ceremony next week, were usually the wildest since this would be the last time they saw many of their classmates who were going their separate ways.

I got invited to a number of them, to my continued puzzlement, me being pretty low in the high school pecking order, but somehow they had decided I was more like one of them than a sophomore. Still haven’t figured that out.

In the end I decided to go to Kevin Ryan’s bash since it wasn’t far away from my house. He was a senior who I knew because his brother and I palled around through about seventh grade. So we’d greet each other in the halls in a friendly way. Which was how I got the invitation, in passing, in the halls.

My parents had finally accepted that I was older and more mature now, especially after the grade report which had earned me a goodly number of brownie points, so I could be trusted to go to these parties and not abuse alcohol or drugs, and end of semester was a special occasion, so I got a pass on curfew now.

Karen had also done well academically (what a surprise!) and her parents decided to take her on a long weekend excursion to New York for shopping, theater and concerts as a reward. So she wouldn’t be around till next week. I was looking forward to spending some more time with her.

But until then I was on my own. Jeffy, the young scoundrel, had finally convinced Marla Considine to go out with him, so they were headed to the movies. I would be getting details on how she felt under the dress later in the weekend, I was sure.

So around 9 pm on that Saturday I walked over to Ryan’s place, which was already hopping, lots of cars parked on the street, and plenty of dull roar coming from the house. It was hopeless to ring the doorbell since no one could have heard it, so I hoped for the best and walked in.

It was frenetic and loud. Apparently the party was going on both upstairs and down in the ‘rec room’ in the basement. I recognized a few of the folks and smiled their way, but it was very smoky -- cigarettes indoors were still a thing then --- so I headed downstairs to see if it was any less hazy and perhaps a little less loud.

It was a little less smoky, but not noticeably less loud. But hey, I was here, so I found a soda and some corn chips and said hi to some people I knew from school. There wasn’t much dancing going on, at least now now, but many intense conversation among groups of three and four, mostly about college and how epic it was going to be. Par-TEEEEE!

I had to smile. I wondered how many of them would last the first year. Well, part of growing up is failure, I guess. I fell into a conversation in a group of four that were actually talking about something more serious, what they were going to major in, and whether that would help them find a job in this field or that. I’d happened to have read something about this exact thing recently so I had something to contribute to the discussion.

“Have you not decided on a major yet? I didn’t hear you say.”

She was speaking from behind me, so I had to turn around. I didn’t recognize her. Red hair in loose curls, a few freckles, about my height, nice smile, startling green eyes, good legs, fit, holding a half-full plastic cup. She had on slacks, sandals, and a pullover shirt.

“I haven’t, because I still have to do some time here in the salt mines before my release.”

“Oh, I thought you were graduating because it sounded like you’d thought about that, from the way you spoke about it. I’m Angie McCabe, by the way. You’re Carter, right? Someone pointed you out.”

“Guilty. Tom Carter, but Carter’s fine, if you prefer. I don’t think I’ve seen you around, Angie, maybe we have different schedules or something.”

“You haven’t seen me around because my parents sent me to private school after middle school. To give me more ‘self-discipline’ -- she did air quotes here -- and help me to prepare for college. I grew up here.”

“Did it work, are you prepared?”

“I’ve still got another year to go, but my grades are up marginally. They’re big on order and structure at The Riverside School, the theory being that if you are well-ordered and well-structured, good grades will follow in due course.”

“I take it that theory and reality are still far apart.”

“Grade-wise, yes. But many of us right-thinking students have found ways to subvert and bypass the order and structure in search of a good time, so it’s not all bad.”

“Do tell.”

“Well, for example, did you know that a sufficiently motivated and dedicated student of chemistry can produce a working still in short order, and that you can make a decent, not great, vodka from potatoes borrowed from the kitchen.

“And that the headmaster keeps all the keys to the school, well labeled, in a poorly guarded cupboard in the administrative office, and that they can be borrowed and copied.

“And that there are several unused storage outbuildings where a party can be held, and that they even conveniently store extra mattresses there. Should the occasion arise.”

I smiled. “I so admire American ingenuity. And I’m sorry not to have heard of the parties, they sound full of promise.”

“Yes, many of them have proved quite educational, perhaps not quite in the way that the school had in mind, but definitely educational.”

“And a good preparation for college, I’m sure, where I think much more of that will be going on. That’s what many of these future leaders of commerce are looking forward to at college, alcohol, drugs and screwing. Oh, and education. Mustn’t forget the education part.”

“Yeah, Kerry said you had that kind of outsider’s objective view of the things around you.”

“Kerry? Kerry Connor, you mean?”

“Yeah, like I said, I grew up here. Kerry and I were close through middle school and we still get together when I’m home on vacation and holidays.”

“And Kerry just happened to mention my name. In passing. And in what context did my name arise?”

She had the decency to blush slightly while she took a sip of her drink. “Well, you know, just catching up, we don’t see each other but every few months, so we try to cover all the things we’ve done to keep each other up to date.”

“And she just happened to give you a list of the people she’d talked to in that time.”

“Well, no, she was telling me about that thing with that basketball player -- Rooney, was it? -- and mentioned that you’d tried to stop him and the whole story about that girl and the police.”

“And that’s all, just Kerry Connor, Girl Detective, and her trusty sidekick, Carter, pursuing truth and justice for the weak and downtrodden?”

Now she was blushing visibly.

“Jesus,” I said, more to myself than her, “is she constitutionally incapable of maintaining a confidence? She gave me her word.”

“Carter, it’s not like that, really. I’m sure she hasn’t told anyone else. It’s just that we were like sisters for the longest time, and we told each other everything, and it’s like a habit, it’s hard to break. So when we get together we spill everything, the good stuff and the bad, even the stuff we’re embarrassed about. Or the stuff we’re excited about but can’t tell anyone.”

“Angie, I’m disappointed in her, and you can tell her that from me. I probably won’t see her till the fall.”

“Carter, don’t be hard on her. She was so excited she had to tell someone beside Kelly. And if half of what she said is true, you should be printing up business cards or something.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she said she was walking around with a buzz for days, that she’d get these little twinges in her ... her clit while she was talking or reading, like aftershocks. Stuff like that doesn’t happen to us very often, sometimes never, so when it does, you tell your girlfriend.”

“Who tells her friend, who tells the woman next door, and so on.”

“I swear, I haven’t talked to anyone, and neither did she, except me and Kelly.”

I peeked inside her epicenter, and she seemed to believe what she was saying, so it was something close to truth. It was a little hazy there because of the alcohol, but I was also picking up something else, maybe arousal, horniness. But then she was thinking about Kerry’s description of that evening, so maybe it was non-specific.

“I’m still disappointed in Kerry, since her promise to be discreet seems to be situational. She’ll be quiet until circumstances dictate otherwise.”

She stepped forward and put a confidential hand on my arm. “Oh, Carter, I didn’t mean to get her in trouble. She’s a good person and she wouldn’t want to offend you. She likes you. She respects you, especially because of you trying to protect that girl. She just wanted to share what a good time she’d had with you. And Kelly.”

She took another larger drink, and I could now feel that it was indeed a specific horniness. But she left her hand on my arm. She was aroused because of the story Kerry had told. Maybe she was into threesomes. I’m sure Kerry left out none of the details and probably embellished a few.

“All right, Angie. I know it wasn’t your fault, you just got in the middle of this. Let’s forget it. If what you say is true, nothing will come of this. Provided you don’t say anything.”

“I give you my word. And if I break it, you can strip me naked, tie me to a pillar, and whip me.”

I had to smile. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You thought you could slip that past me? I’ve heard about you private school girls, hell, I’ve seen the movies. You girls like that stuff.”

She smiled back. “They assured us none of those films would see the light of day, they were just for personal use.”

“And what porn name did you choose when you entered the business? Mine, should I ever pursue that course, is to be Rock Hardiman. You see the play on words there? It’s short, meaningful, and fits nicely on a theater marquee. Yours?”

“Well, I haven’t given it much thought. My tits aren’t big enough to suggest a name, so it probably has to be something to do with my hair, or some esoteric sexual specialty I’m famous for. Any ideas?”

“Well, the two obvious names, Scarlett and Ginger, have been overused, so those are out. Maybe something like Crimson. Yeah, Tawnee Crimson, two ‘E’s. And I don’t know you well enough to come up with something related to your specific sexual gifts, so you’re on your own there, for the time being.”

She giggled. “Tawnee Crimson, I could work with that. I’ll have 8x10 glossies prepared, with my new name at the bottom, a head shot, perhaps showing a little boob.”

“Save me a copy, and autograph it for me. How about, ‘To Tom, and an evening I’ll never forget.’”

She laughed. “Okay, Carter, deal. Soon as they’re back from the printers.”

She seemed more relaxed now and chatted freely about some of the characters she’d met at her school, and the parties, and some of the things she’d done with Kerry when they were younger.

She had moved in close and was touching me openly now, in a comfortable, friendly way, but she was still aroused, I could feel.

Sometimes I’m a little ashamed of myself, but geez, you’re supposed to get this stuff out of the way when you’re a teenager, and she was cute. So I channeled a couple of feathers on her breasts and her ass and watched to see what would happen.

What happened was she spied a few people who had started dancing in one corner of the room and pulled me into it. She began moving with the music, undulating and swinging her butt very suggestively, watching me the whole time to catch my reaction, which was about what you’d expect.

I put my thumbs and fingers around her waist and tried to follow her movements, with not much success. She was a much better dancer than I, but it didn’t matter. She twisted around so her butt faced me and ground into me, essentially giving me a lap dance right there.

On the other side of the room, a drunk Willy Farina gave me a big grin and a thumbs-up sign, while wildly dry-humping an imaginary girl in front of him. Thanks, Willy. Very subtle, a master of innuendo.

As the song ended, she grabbed my hand and said, “C’mon, I need a refill.” At the cooler under the snack table she found some seltzer and a cup and took a big gulp. Then she collapsed against me, throwing her arms around me, and said, “I was really dry, I needed that.”

I didn’t think I would have to wait for a printed invitation, so I put an arm around her. “You were really working it out there. I’m not surprised you’re a little thirsty.” I moved the channeled feather from her ass to her clit, very lightly.

“But now I’m hot. Let’s find someplace cooler.” She took my hand and I followed her down a hallway, past the laundry room where there was a couple necking, and a door at the end.

“What’s this?” She opened it and found an attached garage. With the door having been closed it was considerably cooler. She pulled me in and closed the door behind her.

“Much better. Don’t know how much longer I can put up with the heat and the body odor in there, but this’ll help.” She turned around, cup still in her hand, put her other around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Not one to do things halfway, she started sticking her tongue down my throat and grinding her lips against mine. Her hips were doing a little grinding, too.

I would not let that chance slip by, so I dropped my hands to her butt and started squeezing. She pulled her lips off mine, and said, “Oh, yeah, that’s the way.”

I looked at her. “Just a wild guess here, Angie, but do you have something on your mind?”

“You might say that, Carter. Kerry went into quite a bit of detail about your evening, and I have to say you have piqued my curiosity. I’m not sure how much of what she said is fact and how much of it is, what?, wishful exaggeration? I thought I might like to verify the facts myself.”

“I’m flattered. But I think I’d find it a little awkward being a toy you two share. Assuming she knows about this. Does she?”

“In fact we discussed the possibilities in some detail. Another threesome was mentioned -- you, me, Kerry -- and even a foursome, adding Kelly. But Kerry said she’d already had second helpings so she shouldn’t get another chance.”

Is this what girls in this town do? Pass around good fucks like they were trading baseball cards? Part of me found the idea hot, and another part was pissed off, annoyed at being exchanged among girls like a particularly good dildo. But perhaps this was a contemplation for another time.

“Did you wrestle to see if it was going to be a duo or a threesome? Best two falls out of three?”

She leaned in a little closer and brushed a hand against my dick. Maybe she was checking for herself to see if they’d been mistaken about the donkey dick.

“Hmmm, do girls wrestling make you hot, Carter? Should we stage something? Rub some oil all over us and get down, winner take all?”

“That idea’s got some legs. Can I sell tickets?”

“You’ll have to discuss that with my porn agent.” Now she was squeezing my dick directly. “So what do you think, Tom? Does the idea of a redhead humping you dry maybe get you a little excited?”

“I believe you’ve already determined that for yourself, Angie. So here, maybe in the back seat of the car? With everybody cheering us on?”

“An interesting proposal, Carter, but exhibitionism isn’t really my thing. I have a crafty plan.”

So it turns out that Angie’s dad owns and manages apartment buildings. For the past couple of years she’s worked in the office in the summers, arranging maintenance, hiring painters, checking that rents were paid, getting apartments cleaned when they were vacated at end of lease, and so on.

Which meant she had keys to the vacant apartments. And some were furnished.

“Have you done this before, Angie? Used an apartment without your dad knowing?” It was perhaps time to change the feather on the clit to a lightly brushing finger.

“I’ve had a couple of small parties there. Nothing loud, not too many people. We clean up afterwards, no one knows we’ve been there. Are you in, Carter?”

I thought about it for a few picoseconds. “I’m in. Let’s go.”

A brilliant smile that indicated success. Step 1 of her plan was complete. She said, “I’m parked outside. You have a coat?”

“No, it was warm enough that I didn’t bring one. Listen, are you okay to drive?”

“What, you mean the drinks? I had some vodka about ninety minutes ago, everything else has been soft drinks or seltzer. I’m good.”

She found her bag and the two of us went upstairs and out the door. Willy Farina was laughing at something his friends said and didn’t see us leave, or I’m sure he would have shouted a witty parting comment.

It was a Mustang, not new, but still in good condition and looked well kept. She drove well, not too fast. “So the apartment we’ll be using is in what is affectionately called ‘student housing’. Meaning it’s run-down and doesn’t look great, but the building itself is in good shape. Dad doesn’t put a lot into aesthetics, because most of the time the students leave a mess anyway, and forfeit their deposits.

“The vacated apartment has been cleaned, and there are sheets and blankets. The apartments on either side are still rented, but I think they’re both away after finals, so there shouldn’t be anyone close by. Not sure about the apartment underneath.”

“So is this going to be your life after porn, Angie? Real estate mogul?”

“He actually earns a good living at this, but I can’t imagine doing this year in and year out. It would bore me to tears. Here we are.”

With most of the students away, it was easy to find parking. Most of the houses were past their prime, but I wasn’t planning on living here. She unlocked the front door -- at least the locks worked -- and inside we climbed the stairs to the second floor. It was a little smelly, beer and some lingering vomit smells from past parties. Very romantic.

She found the door and the correct key, and we let ourselves in. She flipped on a light. It was not the worst student apartment I’d ever seen. The furniture was clean, mostly, but scratched and worn, there were some dents in the walls, and the floors were scuffed under the worn carpets. Any college student would consider this place a major score, to be bragged about.

“Through here,” she said. As I walked behind her, I linkcast a warmth spreading through her thighs and pelvis from her pussy, and an increased sensitivity in her skin. She brushed her fingers across her forehead.

She turned in to the room near the end of the hall. Dresser, night table, closet and a double bed took up most of the room. Perfect place to bring your college girlfriend. While I was giving the place the once-over she had pulled the drapes closed.

I had actually been giving some considerable thought to this sexual encounter thing. The first few had been marked by a series of massive orgasms which, while very satisfying, proved to be almost too much emotionally for the recipients.

I had modified that approach by starting with a series of smaller orgasms increasing in intensity to one large one, then beginning the process again. That was better, but still left them drained.

I was wondering about other approaches. My intuition said that women liked it best when, after a series of smaller orgasms, they had a slowly expanding burst of pleasure that erupted at the peak and then faded just as slowly, and were left with a lasting feeling of warmth, closeness, and fulfillment.

I hadn’t yet been able to achieve that degree of finesse, but practice makes perfect, so that was what I was aiming for tonight.

She dropped her bag on the floor and turned to me with a nervous smile. I peeked in to her epicenter, and saw, yup, nervousness, and apprehension that this wouldn’t live up to expectations. Oh, and horniness. Still there.

I also got some idea about her likes and dislikes. She liked having her pussy played with, fingers, tongues, dicks, implements. And her ass was sensitive, she liked it admired and rubbed. And things in it. She liked being fucked in the ass!

She didn’t like being controlled, she preferred being in control, she liked being on top. Didn’t like choking and slapping. But this was kinky, she liked talking dirty, but not so much when the guy did it.

I had noticed that I was getting a little better and more confident in reading these feelings, though they could still be quite ambiguous in interpretation.

“Let’s get a closer look at you, McCabe. The light was a little harsh in Ryan’s basement, better here.” I took her under the arms and pulled her forward a little. Her skin was sensitive, so I slowly ran my hands down her sides from under her arms to her hips and back again. I could feel her shiver mentally.

“Turn around, let me get a look at the back of you.” She liked her backside, she was proud of it, so she turned, and I saw her give a little flip of the hip to make her ass wiggle.

I stroked her pride by saying, “Damn, Angie, I think we may just have found your porn hook.” I ran my hands over her ass, and I could feel her get aroused. I squeezed her cheeks and she caught her breath.

“This is the hook for sure. Red hair and a to-die-for ass, you’ll have guys jerking off in front of their computers.” I channeled a little more pressure on the finger on her clit. She was blinking more rapidly now.

I pulled her in close and kissed her hard, using some tongue. I pulled away roughly and told her, “I can’t wait anymore, I have to see what’s inside the wrapper.”

I looked her in the eye as I pulled her top out from the waistband of her slacks and lifted it up. She raised her arms to allow me to slip it off. I dropped it on the floor. She was wearing an off-white nylon bra with some lacy trim, and her boobs were beautifully shaped and full, but not large.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about when you say your tits aren’t big enough. These are beautiful, and just the right size.” To prove it, I held her gaze while I placed both hands over her boobs and squeezed, and I sent a little wave of pleasure through her. I heard her sigh, so I leaned down and licked and kissed the top of one.

I looked deep in her eyes again and reached around and unhooked the bra. It fell loose, and I pulled it slowly off her shoulders and over her arms, letting it fall to the floor. I leaned down and took her tits firmly in both hands.

I licked and sucked her nipple on the one, and rolled the nipple on the other between my fingers. I increased the pleasure slightly, and sent it in little waves rolling gently through her body.

She had her eyes closed now, a little surprised that she had responded so quickly, but enjoying the sensations. I dropped my hands to her slacks and undid her belt, in a rush to show that I really wanted to see her body. I undid the button and pushed down the zipper.

Now only friction and her hips were holding up her pants, so I tugged them over her hips and let them fall to the floor.

I dropped to my knees and lifted first one leg, then the other, undoing her sandals and pulling the slacks free of her ankles. She was wearing white bikini-cut panties. She had a flat, firm stomach, very sexy.

I leaned in and kissed and licked her stomach from belly button to panty top, while massaging her butt cheeks and working my fingers in toward the top of her thighs just below her crotch. I could hear her breathing getting a touch raspy now. She really liked this, I was getting close to some major stimulation now, and she knew it.

“Enough,” I said, “I gotta see this.” I reached up, grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them straight down. She said, “Oh!” in surprise. She was completely shaved, except for a little landing strip of trimmed hair on her pubis. “God damn, Angie, that is beautiful.”

She still had her legs mostly together, but I leaned in and planted a kiss just above where her clit should be, and she went, “Hah.” I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked at where I could reach, and she began a low moan. She was definitely into having her pussy played with, I didn’t read that wrong. Let’s see about the rest.

“Turn around, McCabe, I want to see your butt.” She had done this once before when she was dressed, but now she knew the effect this would have and she played it for all it was worth. When she finally turned, she wiggled it in my face a little and bent forward so it would stick out. Okay, I’ll play along.

“Jesus, Angie, there’s your porn hook right there. That butt is gorgeous. And there’s the blurb for your first video: ‘Tawnee Crimson, The Redhead With The Ass Sent From Heaven’. That’s what guys will be jacking off to.”

She giggled, but what she was thinking was, “You got that right, buster. I’ve got the best ass in school.”

“Bend over, Angie, and put your hands on the bed. Spread your legs a little, I’ve got to examine this more closely.” If she could show off her ass, she’s happy to comply. So she bent over and spread her legs a little wider, and I had to agree, it was a truly fine ass. Her butt was as firm as her stomach. I confirmed this by stroking and prodding and rubbing and squeezing it.

I placed two thumbs near the crack in her butt and pulled the cheeks apart, exposing her pussy and a beautiful little puckered pink asshole. “McCabe, why have you been hiding this away? I need to get my tongue in here right now.” And I did. I licked up and down, massaging the perineum with my tongue, then attacking her asshole with it, trying to get it in.

And I was right again in my reading of her preferences. She was very sensitive here, she loved having her ass played with. We’ll try sticking some things in it in a while, but right now the tongue had her going. She was breathing rapidly, gasping lightly.

I checked her epicenter, and she was spinning, it felt like she could cum any minute. I continued with the tongue in her ass and brought my left hand under and began stroking her pussy, which was already a little wet.

This got her right to the edge, so I linkcast a low wave of pleasure, just high enough to almost cover her prone body, approaching the shore where she lay. Just before it reached her I stuck one finger slowly into her ass, sliding in and out. As she said, very sensitive ass, and I could feel her body shake as that slow orgasm washed over her. She gave out a very long “Aahhhh.”

I licked a little more while she came down. I said, “I need to get undressed, Angie, just stay there so I can look at your ass while I do it. Twitch it for me, will you?”

She liked the idea of showing off her butt, so she did that for a bit while I stripped as fast as I could. Occasionally I would reach in and slide my finger up and down her butt crack. She would wiggle her ass when I did that.

The last sock was off, and her ass was still sticking out at me. I was tempted to just push my dick in her ass and pump till I came. But that passed. I had lots of things I wanted to do with her. “Angie, get on the bed on your back, with your legs hanging over.”

I peeked into her epicenter, and she still had a little buzz from that first orgasm. She thought I was going to fuck her now. No, my thing is watching women get off, so a few of those first.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and gently pushed her knees apart so I could get in close to her pussy. I kissed her inner thighs while I brushed my fingertips rapidly over her clitoral hood. I could feel her responding, the tension rising. She knew what was coming eventually and she so wanted to feel my tongue and fingers on her clit and in her cunt.