DBI: Chapter One
It was a hot May afternoon, and my air conditioner had broken hours ago. But, with the windows open and the music blasting none of it mattered. Nothing mattered at all. I smiled at every pretty girl I passed, and I sang along at the top of my lungs. A few times I even thought about jerking off, but somehow, I never bothered. My mind drifted back to Talia over and over again, and I got hard at least ten times as I pictured her in my bed the night before we left. In spite of my memories, my jeans stayed buttoned as I flew down the winding highway.
Talia and I had a largely chaste relationship, which I’m sure didn’t help. If we had gotten around to fucking I would most likely have moved on, but as it stood, I couldn’t get the memories out of my head. She climbed into bed with me after our graduation party and we kissed instantly without saying a word. My hands moved up and down her body with all the skill of a drunk, but somehow she forgave me for everything.
“I don’t think we should have sex,” she finally whispered, as I kissed her neck and slipped my hand beneath her shirt to cup one of her breasts. I nodded and moaned my understanding, thinking that possibly she knew better than I did. Later that night, when we had mostly stopped kissing, I slid my hand inside her boxers and touched her pussy for the first time. She was softer, wetter, and smoother than anyone I had ever felt, and I gasped in spite of myself.
When I woke up she was gone, but there was a sweet note telling me she loved me, and hoped I had a good trip home. She was going back to the west coast, and besides we had only ever just been friends. She had been the one I turned to after my breakup with Claire, and she had been the one to reaffirm my humanity. I had been so lost, stuck in something that wasn’t healthy for anyone, and by the time I got out it was almost too late. But, Talia was there, laughing and smiling with a joy that seemed to never leave her. She was smarter than me, prettier than me, and gentler by far. Yet, somewhere in the core of her being she was a solid as an oak, and I was blowing in the wind without a single ounce of control.
Still, it was all fine. The fields were a blur as I sped through Pennsylvania, pushing the old car to eighty. I cut up across the state, through the strangely named Jersey Shore, PA, and finally crossed over into Jersey herself. There were no oil refineries or airports on that side of the state, and, in fact, not much changed except for the traffic. As I drove down Route 80 the cars grew thicker even as the highway grew wider. The horns started long before Patterson, but as I approached the city I didn’t care anymore. I looked north as I drove over the George Washington Bridge, and wondered if I should stop home. I instantly decided against it. I hadn’t had a home in five years, and there was no point going back now.
Home meant my father, the memory of my childhood dog, and a house so full of newspapers and old copies of National Geographic that I would be hard pressed to find somewhere to sit down. The bridge, on the other hand, was something else. Back in highschool, I ran over it during track practice. We jogged the three miles to Fort Lee and then ran across to 178th Street. We made a U-turn at the bus depot, jogged across the northern side of the bridge, through the woods of the Palisades, and back to our preppy nirvana on the hill. It was the most daring thing I did back then, and I bragged about it to no end.
Looking down the river, I saw the great buildings of Manhattan reaching up to the sky. The Empire State Building in the middle of the island marked Midtown, and all the way south stood the Twin Towers, looming up into the sky like they had burst from the bedrock a century ago. I pulled off the first exit to the West Side Highway and made my way downtown. I had only one destination in mind, although I doubt she knew I was coming. When I looked back across the river, I shuddered with regret, as unable as ever to admit that Jersey had ever been my home.
I pulled off in the West Village, made my way over to Seventh Avenue and found a place to park. The small car could fit most places, and as luck would have it there was a spot on Cornelia Street right around the corner from Jane’s apartment. I left all of my earthly belongings in the car except for my backpack, and I stretched when I finally stood on the broken street. My neck was sore, my legs were tight, and my hands exhausted from gripping the wheel. But, I was done.
I locked the car, mostly for show, and walked up to Jane’s stoop. I rang her bell and when she answered I simply said, “It’s me.” A second later she buzzed me in, and I was suddenly so alive with anticipation that I almost couldn’t stand it. There is little in the world I love more than seeing old friends after a long absence, and Jane was no exception. In fact, she was one of the old friends I was looking forward to seeing most, and I was practically jumping by the time I reached the fifth floor of her walk-up.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked as soon as the door was open. I grabbed her up in a hug and we stumbled into her place, my backpack falling to the floor at the entrance. It was a tiny studio, with a kitchen almost on top of her bed, but it didn’t matter. It could have been smaller than my dorm room and still have been a perfect NYC apartment.
“I just got here,” I said, finally putting her down.
“No shit,” she said.
“I mean I just got to New York. I drove all fucking day long with the worst hangover ever.”
I kicked my shoes off and lay down on her bed with a sigh and she tossed me a box of Marlboro Lights. I opened it and pulled two cigarettes out. I lit them both before handing her one, and she lay down next to me.
“Did you actually graduate?” she asked.
“Of course. I even did fairly well. Not that anyone is ever going to ask to see a college transcript, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world. I’m done, I’m never going back, and I couldn’t be happier.”
She sat on the bed smoking and staring at me with a grin I found joyfully familiar. I took another few drags off my cigarette before crushing it out on the ashtray, and I instantly moved closer to her on the bed with just one thing on my mind. She grinned again and I put my hand on her leg, feeling her strong muscles through her skin-tight jeans as I leaned in closer.
“Your thigh trick won’t work on me,” she whispered, without making any effort to move my hand as it slid its way up her leg.
“Does it have to?” I asked.
“You’re impossible,” she said, before I leaned in and kissed her. She tasted like smoke and curry, and everything about her was so damn familiar I almost couldn’t handle it. I pulled her closer to me, and she took a final drag off her cigarette before smothering it out as well. She wrapped her legs around me as we kissed, and I reached up under her shirt and undid her bra.
“What am I going to do with you?” she asked.
A second later, her shirt was gone and we were done talking. I kissed her familiar chin and then her familiar neck. Her familiar hands undid my jeans, and her familiar breasts crashed against my bare skin in a moment of joyful reunion. We tore at the rest of our clothes, kicking our jeans off onto the floor until we were entangled in each other’s naked bodies for the first time in over a year. I made my way down her body until her legs opened around my neck, and she cried out when my mouth found her.
“Oh fuck, I forgot how good you are at that.”
She was wet and delicious, and I ate her pussy until she finally pulled me back to a kiss and shoved a condom into my hand. My fingers replaced my tongue as we rolled over on the bed, and she thrust down against me as my mind slowly shut off. With her help I got the condom on, and then she was on top of me and everything else was gone. The drive vanished, college was a distant memory, and my break-up might never as well have happened. Jane’s pussy was the only thing in the world that mattered, and it wasn’t until I was close to coming that I realized there were tears in my eyes.
She bit my shoulder and pulled me to her as we fucked, and it was all I could do to hold off the inevitable. I moved my hands over her body until they slid down, not wanting to leave her behind. She knew as well as I did what I was about to do, and her whole body tightened. I pulled her onto me, looking up at her heaving breasts, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy. She pushed down around me as I grabbed her ass in one hand, and when my finger found her tight hole she screamed out. I worked it into her ass as we fucked, and she bit her lip so hard I thought she might bleed.
It only took a few minutes of me fingering her ass for her to start coming, and I was right behind her. I threw her onto her back, her body still trembling, and I pistoned in and out of her for all I was worth.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Make me come, Thomas. Do it.”
And then I was gone, exploding into the condom as she stared into my eyes and tightened her legs around my body. I kissed her mouth between gasps, and my own ass tightened as I came over and over again. She brushed my hair from my face, and I kissed her chin as we stared into each other’s eyes. I touched her cheek as I reached down and squeezed the condom around the base of my cock before finally pulling out.
I got up and walked to the bathroom where I dropped the condom in the toilet and pulled a wash cloth off the shelf. I ran some warm water, wet the rag, and made my way back to the bed. She had another cigarette lit, and I gently wiped the sweat off her body. She shook her head at me as I did it, but she didn’t stop me. I finally tossed the rag onto the floor and she reached a hand out so I could take a drag off her smoke.
“I forgot that you know that thing about my ass,” she said.
“Jane, everyone knows that thing about your ass.”
“I am so happy to be here,” I said, leaning back and staring at the smoke as it left my mouth. “And not just so I can sit here naked in bed after fucking your brains out. I just had to get the hell out of Indiana. I don’t know. I needed old friends again, you know? I needed some city and something other than politically-correct wannabe lesbians arguing with me about semantics. Fuck, it’s good to see you again.”
“You so did not fuck my brains out. It was nice, but brains are definitely still here. Why do I always say yes to you?”
I lit another cigarette and she nestled in under my arm as we shared it. The wind through the window was warm and our bodies were too. I kissed her hair and she ran her fingers up my leg, both of us lost in our own thoughts. My few minutes of blissful forgetting were gone though, and I was back to thinking full time no matter how hard I tried. But, it was fine. Everything was going to be okay. I was back in the city and Jane was naked and smoking; the world was as it should be.
“My boyfriend will be here in an hour.”
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!” I said in real surprise. “Is he a good one?”
“I don’t know. He’s cute and smart and has more money than god. Which is sort of a problem, but so far it’s been good. He’s a doctor. Like a real doctor. I like him and he likes me, and he’s even good to me. He buys me flowers for no reason and helps me study. I don’t know. It might last a few more months.”
“Sounds terrible, Jane. How can you live with it?”
“I’m sure I’ll fuck it up sooner or later.”
“Whatever. Anyone lucky enough to have you even for a night is a lucky man.”
“Oh, ‘cause you’ve always wanted to be with me.”
I looked at her, but she was staring out the window again. Neither of us moved, and there was nothing to say. We had been friends forever and fucking for years, but it had never crossed my mind to ask her out. What we had was something else. It was beautiful and perfect, and anything we said about it would just make it bad. So, I kissed her head and smoked as we looked out onto the brick wall of the next apartment; I smelled the warm smells of spring from the garden far below.
“Do you have somewhere to stay?” she finally asked.
I just shook my head, because it had never occurred to me that I wouldn’t stay there.
“I could go home, I guess.”
“Yeah, that’s what you’ll do. Why don’t you give me a few hours with the boy, then come back. He never sleeps here because he say there’s not enough room for two people to breathe. He’ll be here till one or two, but then you can come back. Okay?”
“That would be awesome,” I said. “Jane, it’s so good to see you, you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re just lucky I let you fuck me this time. You show up after a goddamn year without even an e-mail in between, and I let you in and…”
She trailed off as she lit another smoke, and I finally stood up and gathered my clothes. I pulled on my jeans and t-shirt along with my socks and belt. I finally found my shoes and jacket and walked back to the bed. She was still sitting there naked, and I instantly wanted her again. I wanted to hold her and kiss her, and most of all I wanted to see if she was interested in having something other than a finger up her perfect ass. Fuck, it was time to go.
“Get out of here and don’t come back until at least two, okay?”
She stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. Standing on the mattress she was taller than me, and I looked up into her eyes. I kissed her, stole a drag, and then kissed her again. I ran my hand down her back and squeezed her ass, marveling again at her naked body.
“God you are so fucking perfect,” I whispered.
She slapped me playfully and pushed me away.
“Get out of here before I throw you out, you little pervert.”
She laughed as she walked me to the door, but I was smart enough not to push it. I kissed her one last time in the hallway.
“See you around two.”
“Go!” she said.
On to Chapter Two
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