Chapter 9

Late that night, I was up in my room reading when I heard the telephone ring. My mom called up the stairs to me.

"Ray! Telephone!"

"Okay, Mom, I'll get it up here!"

I picked up the phone and said hello, but there was only the phantom clicks and hums of an open telephone line traveling a long way.

I was just about to hang up when I heard Missy's voice.

"Why, Ray?"

"What? Is that you, Missy?"

"Why, Ray? And why with her?"

My heart sank. Someone, probably Lindsey, had called her and told her about seeing Micki and me coming out of my tent.

"Missy, you've got it wrong. I need to talk to you, but I want to see you face to face."

I heard her sob. "Why with that CHEAP SLUT!" she screamed as she slammed the telephone down.

My knees would no longer hold my weight. I dropped to the chair and dug out my wallet, frantically looking for her aunt's number so I could call her back. Finally I found the number and dialed.

No answer. Goddamned Caller ID, I cursed. I was well and truly fucked, and deep in my heart I knew it.

Missy was scheduled to get home on Monday evening, and beginning about 6:00 I tried calling her house, but I never got anything but the answering machine. I tried calling Brad, and he at least agreed to come over and drop off my camping gear, but he was clearly unhappy about having to make a choice between his girlfriend and me. I tried to explain without going into detail, as Micki had requested, but nothing I said was explanation enough.

The next day at school, I saw Missy in the hallway between classes, but she avoided any contact with me. I felt like I had leprosy or something. Even Micki was very subdued, but at least she talked to me.

"Ray," she said as we met up between 3rd and 4th period, "I'm so sorry about what's happening. I tried to talk to Missy myself, to explain to her what happened, but she won't even talk to me. I don't know what to do anymore," she added sadly.

"I don't know, either. The damage is already done, I guess. Christ, what a mess!" I said sourly.

"Listen," she said, "can you ditch football practice tonight? I was going to skip cheer practice, so let's go somewhere and try to figure this out, okay?"

Reluctantly, I agreed to meet her right after school. Maybe we could come up with a solution if we talked it out some more, I thought.

At the end of the day I asked Brad to cover for me at practice. He agreed to tell Coach that I was feeling sick and had gone home. Micki met me in the parking lot, and we got into my car and pulled out of the lot.

"Where should we go?" I asked.

"Let's go to my house. We should be able to talk there," she suggested.

I parked in the street in front of her house, and we walked around to the back door and entered. There didn't seem to be anybody else home, which suited me just fine. The fewer people who knew I was here the better I liked it.

"My parents both work," she said apologetically. "I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I've been kind of a latchkey kid my whole life. Do you want a Coke or something?" she asked, turning toward the refrigerator.

"Sure," I said.

"The family room's through that door over there," she said, pointing toward the far door. "Make yourself at home, and I'll be right there."

I went into the family room and flopped down on the couch. I was staring at the blank television screen, my mind switched off, when she came in carrying two sodas. She put the drinks on the coffee table in front of us, and then knelt down on the couch next to me. She put both her hands on my right shoulder to get my attention.

"Ray," she said quietly, "How can we fix this, without letting everyone know how insanely stupid I was?"

"I don't know, Micki," I said dejectedly. "I'm not sure it's even fixable at this point. It looks like she's gone, and she isn't coming back."

"In that case," she said softly, "I can thank you better than I have so far."

With that, she took my head in her hands and fell across my lap. I stiffened in surprise as she pulled herself up to my face and planted those big, tempting lips on mine, parting hers slightly to reach out with her tongue to lick across my mouth. Almost instinctively I opened up, and her tongue lashed into my mouth to taste and explore. My arms went around her involuntarily as she kissed me harder, and I pressed her to me. As our kiss got more intense, she twisted slightly in my arms, moving her tiny breast into my hand. I squeezed her roughly, and she groaned in arousal into my mouth. My own temperature was rising, and the blood was flowing from my brain into my suddenly rising cock. A moan escaped me at the sudden barrage of sensations. My last semi-coherent thought before my brain shut down was that I might as well enjoy it, since everything worth losing was already lost anyway. With that, I surrendered to the lust.

There was very little tenderness in our actions. It was sex, mind numbing and powerful. I sat her up and pulled her shirt up and off her, and then pulled my own shirt off and tossed it aside. She unsnapped her bra and threw it down on the floor, and then renewed her attack on my mouth. We tried to suck each other up, alternately biting and licking at each other's lips between hard, wet, open-mouthed kisses. I grabbed at her breasts, roughly kneading the small mounds, and used my fingertips to work her nipples back and forth. While her boobs were very small, her nipples were quite large and very responsive, puffing out like pencil erasers. While I was squeezing her breasts and nipples, she was running her fingernails up and down my chest, pausing occasionally to scratch at my belly button and the waistband of my jeans.

Finally she gave up all pretenses and broke our kiss, bending to concentrate on loosening my belt and unsnapping my jeans. She pulled the snap apart with such force the zipper slid most of the way down. She grabbed the tab and unzipped my pants the rest of the way down, and then reached right in and grabbed my erect cock with one hand while she struggled to push my pants down my legs with the other. I lifted up off my ass and helped her push them down, kicking off my shoes at the same time. With my cock sticking up and my balls accessible, she stroked me up and down with one hand and explored my balls with the other. I knew I wouldn't last long this way, but I really didn't care. Let it come, I thought. She licked her lips, and looked up at me. Looking directly into my eyes, she opened those bruised-looking lips and slowly, seductively rested them on the crown of my hard cock. She rubbed her closed lips around, and I could see my leaking pre-cum being spread around my cock and coating her lips. She licked around the helmet of my cock, and then she opened her mouth and slowly, agonizingly wrapped her lips around the entire head of my inflamed prick, all the while watching me watching her. She dropped her eyes and started concentrating on her task. She sucked on my head hard, and then let a dribble of saliva leak out and run down my cock. She was still stroking me with one small hand below her mouth, and the added moisture created a delicious slipperiness between her fingers and my stony erection. She continued sucking as she dropped further and further onto my cock, until she had taken the entire length into her mouth and throat. It was the first time I had ever felt a mouth around my whole cock at one time, and it nearly caused me to spurt right then. She pulled back all the way to the tip, and ran her tongue around the underside without letting up on the pressure of her lips. I reached down and played with her breasts and nipples while she blew me, creating a dangerous pressure deep inside me that threatened to overwhelm me at any second. She dropped back down onto my cock once again, taking me deep, until I was on the verge of exploding. She sensed that my climax was near, and lifted her mouth off me and squeezed me with her hand just below the head, applying steady pressure to stave off my ejaculation.