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Chinese Takeout Ch. 01

By: ChloeTzang



Readers be warned, this is the first chapter in a multi-chapter story, there's no sex in this first chapter. This is all lead-in and teaser for the main event which will be a chapter or three coming. That said, I do hope you all enjoy.

A Christmas present for the real Round-Out (you know who you are) -- with thanks for all the help and encouragement. 

Chinese Takeout - Chapter 01 -- Dim Sum Octopus

"Hey Jay-Lin, you'll like Peter." Ginny exuded confidence. That should have been a red flag. "He's so cool. He's coming to dim-sum tomorrow with me and Jiffy. Come with us."

I shrugged. "My parents' are working, I can't get a ride." 

I was making excuses. Blind dates, even for dim-sum, weren't really my thing. Actually, dates weren't really my thing if we're being honest. I might sound a bit jaded but hey, the guys I knew were all horny little dickheads who thought they were god's gift to a girl because their parents were loaded and they drove expensive cars. 

Just once, I wished I'd meet a guy who didn't fit that description. I didn't mind the parents being loaded, that was okay. Mine weren't exactly poor. It was the dickhead bit that frustrated me. Unfortunately, living where I lived, most of the students at my High School were either Chinese or some other kind of Asian. That largely meant they were either dickheads or nerds. Not interested in dickheads or nerds, that was me. 

Which left me with what amounted to no choice at all.

Not that I wasn't a bit of a nerd myself. It was hard not to be with my parents. My parents, in other words, were typical Chinese parents. But at least I had aspirations. Dating dickheads or nerds didn't fit with those. Ginny, in my opinion, dated dickheads.

Ginny's phone rang. She was on it right away. "Wei, wei. Jiffy!" Squealed of course.

Of course it was Jiffy. Ginny was in constant communication with whatever guy she was dating. Talking or texting. Right now Jiffy was arranging tonight's date. And tomorrow's dim-sum. Ginny grinned at me. "Jiffy's with Peter right now, you know, the cool guy, he says Peter can pick you up and drop you off if you need a ride."

She didn't even wait for me to reply. "Sure, tell Peter she says yes, you know her address, you give it to Peter. They can meet us there."

"Thanks Ginny." I sounded dry, even to myself. Ginny's idea of cool and mine usually did not intersect. She didn't get the sarcasm at all. Or if she did, she was being subtle. But subtle and Ginny weren't a combination I'd ever run into before so probably not. Whatever, her only response was a smiling "You're welcome Jay-Lin" as the bell rang and afternoon recess ended. Nope, the sarcasm had flown right over her head.

I liked Ginny a lot, she was my best friend, but with guys she was just a pain in the butt. I knew I went along with her plans for me far too easily. But she was my best friend. Not my only friend, I wasn't that much of a nerd. But she did qualify as my best friend. We'd been best friends since forever. Like, Grade One. I still didn't particularly want to go on a blind date, even if it was only dim sum. But what the heck, going out for dim sum was better than sitting at home all day.

Marginally.

Maybe.

Fingers crossed.

And what could possibly go awry with dim sum.



Chinese Takeout Ch. 01



What was I going to do? I started to cry. I just stood there, sobbing, wishing life was like the movies, where a knight in shining armor, or, to be honest, any armor at all, or even without armor, would come and rescue me.

I heard the throaty rumble of that Harley starting up. Jesus, it was loud.

I did look up, still sniffling, as the Harley came slowly around the corner. The noise it made as it came into sight reverberated right through me. I could actually feel it vibrating me. I watched the guy on the bike, handling that growling monster with casual ease. It couldn't be as easy as he made it look. Could it? But God, the muscles on his arms. Just looking at them made me shiver. With the helmet on, those dark glasses, that patched denim vest, the oil and dirt-stained jeans and those huge black boots he looked a little scary. 

Scary or not, I knew he liked Chinese buns. And he'd smiled at me.

He was looking right at me as he rode slowly towards me. He slowed to a stop. He stopped. Right next to where I stood, still sniffling, my cheeks wet with tears. That motorcycle engine was so loud. His head turned to look at me, level with mine as he relaxed on the motorcycle, feet firmly planted on the ground.

My heart jumped.

I watched his hand give the throttle a little twist, then something else. I heard the engine growl, then die away. That throaty growl rumbled on for another few seconds before it finally died completely. Silence fell. He was still looking at me. I was looking at him. I glanced around, checking for someone else. He couldn't be looking at me. Could he? But there wasn't anyone else. Just a blank brick wall.

And me.

He took his sunglasses off with one hand, smiling. Without the glasses he wasn't that intimidating at all. His smile was as friendly as it had been around the front. "Hey, I heard you and that guy. You look like you need rescuing. Want a ride home? I promise, no hands, I need them to ride this thing." He grinned and waved his hands in the air. 

My heart did a wild little dance. Who said knights in shining armor didn't exist.

He was fishing in his pocket. I realized I hadn't replied. 

"Here, wipe your eyes." He passed me a packet of tissues. Oh! My! God! A biker with tissues?

I reached out and I took them. I opened the packet, pulled out a couple of tissues , wiped my eyes. I blew my nose. I made to pass the packet back. 

"Keep them." He was smiling. "I heard you and that asshole you were with. Saw him as well." He looked serious now. "If you like, I can give you a ride home." He fished in his pocket and pulled out a cellphone. "Or you can call your parents if you prefer."

God, I was saved! It was like an awful weight lifted from me in an instant. Was he really offering to give me a ride home on his motorcycle? My incipient sniffles turned to a teary smile. "Would you really give me a ride home? You don't mind? I've never been on a motorcycle before. I've always wanted to see what it's like." I was gushing. 

Come on Jay-Lin, you're eighteen, you're not a kid, show some self-control. Get a grip.

I took a deep breath.

"Sure, I wasn't doing anything much. Just going for a ride while the weather's still good." His voice. It was low and it rumbled a lot, just like his Harley. 

"If it's not too much trouble?" A ride on the back of a Harley? Me? Wow oh wow!

"Hey, wouldn't have asked you if it was too much trouble girl, just tell me where you live." He grinned. That grin just lit me up inside. I was smiling back like an idiot before I knew it.

I gave him my address. It was half an hour away. He grinned as he fired up the map on his cellphone and keyed in the address. "No problem at all, be a nice ride." He passed me his phone. "Now, take a photo of the license plate and email it to a friend or your parents or someone and tell them you're going to call them when you get home. Never ever jump on a bike or get in a car with strangers, okay."

I hadn't even thought of that. I'd never gone anywhere with strangers in my life. I'd never had some guy I didn't even know take me for a ride in a car. Let alone a motorcycle. At least, not without being introduced. And look how well that'd worked out today. I did as he told me too. I took a photo of the plate and emailed it to my older sister, sent her a quick message with it telling her I was going for a ride with a friend and I'd call her when I got home.

"What's your name?" I passed him back his phone.

"Keith, what's yours?"

"Jay-Lin." There was that smile again. It made him look a lot younger. Almost young enough to date. Down, Jay-Lin, I told myself. Then I asked myself "Why?" I already liked him. I'd never liked any of the Chinese guys I'd dated, not much anyhow. And I'd never dated a gweilo. Mind you, I was jumping ahead of myself here. All he was doing was offering me a ride home. And he was an old guy as well. Probably he was just being nice to me. "Just go with the flow and enjoy the ride Jay-Lin," I told myself. "He's probably just being nice to you because you were crying and he heard that asshole Peter. And when are you going to get the chance to ride on a Harley again?"

"Do I sit behind you?" I looked at the seat behind him rather skeptically. It seemed rather small but at least there was a little backrest to stop you falling off. And a couple of footrest thingies to put your feet on. At least, that was what I hoped they were for. It didn't seem like much to keep you secure and safe though.

"Wait a minute." He unbuckled his helmet, looked at it, grinned and gave it to me. "Put this on first, okay."

I took it from him. It smelt nice. Was that what he smelt like? Nice. What did that wording on the helmet mean? Round Out? I blinked at the sticker on the side though. "Ass, Grass, or Gas. No one rides for free." Hang on just one minute. That didn't mean....?

He saw my look and laughed. "You get to ride for free Jay-Lin, okay."

I liked the way he said my name. It made me tingle. "What's Round Out?" I asked.

"My nickname." He grinned as I lifted his helmet and put it on. I didn't know how to do the straps though. 

"Here, let me." He smiled, his hands reaching towards my chin. I moved closer to make it easier for him. Close enough to smell him. He smelled wonderful, all masculine and slight sweaty and oily with a hint of deodorant. His hair glinted in the sunlight. His fingers brushed my cheeks, then my chin as he adjusted the strap. I shivered at the touch of his fingers on my skin, shivered at the gentleness with which they brushed me as he buckled and adjusted the strap. For some reason my heart was beating faster. I was feeling a little breathless. My skin tingled everywhere. Weird. But nice. Probably the excitement of going for a ride on the back of a Harley. Me. On a Harley. Cool!

He looked at me. I liked him looking at me. "Do you have a jacket or anything?"

"No. I didn't bring one."

"It might get a bit cold once we're rolling. Tell you what, put this on." He shrugged the denim jerkin he was wearing off. The one with the big patch and all the wording on the back. "It's a bit big but it'll keep you a bit warmer."

I slipped it on. It wasn't just a bit big. It was huge and it came halfway to my knees. Two of me could've fitted inside it. He did it up for me. I watched his hands. Big strong hands but so gentle, so delicate as he fastened his jerkin on me. "What does it say on the back?"

"Southern Booze-Cruisers MC," he said. "The MC stands for Motorcycle Club."

"Is that some kind of biker gang or something?" Suddenly, I wasn't too sure about going to a ride with a guy who belonged to one of those motorcycle gangs. I mean, there was that big shootout down in Waco not too long ago.

Keith grinned. "Naaah, we're not like the Hell's Angels or Cossacks or those guys, they're the one percenters. Southern Booze-Cruisers? We're just a drinking club with a motorcycle problem." He chuckled.

Whatever. It sounded good enough for me anyhow. As long as he wasn't one of those gang guys.

"Now, climb on behind me, your feet go there." He pointed at the footrest that I could see. "The easiest way to sit comfortably is to just hold on to my waist." He grinned. "If you find it a bit scary, just put your arms round my waist and hold on tight." He laughed, looking down at himself. He was big but he didn't have a beer gut. "If you can."

I giggled, liking it that he had a sense of humor. He certainly wasn't full of it like Peter the Asshole. And not a Rolex or a gold chain in sight. 

"On you get. I'll take it easy, okay. If you want to say anything, just yell. It'll be noisy when I start her up. Put your foot on that footrest and swing your other leg over."

"Okay." I climbed on clumsily, using his shoulders for support. God, he felt so big and strong. The muscles on his arms were as big as my legs. Bigger. He made me feel like a little doll. The seat was comfortable once I sat down, the padded black leather cool under my butt. I did kind of regret the short-shorts though. That black leather was hot. My legs nestled either side of his hips and legs as he sat easily in front of me. Perched behind him, my seat higher than his, I found I could just see over one of his shoulders if I eased my head sideways a bit.

"Hang on to me now." He started the engine.

Wow!

My hands clutched at his waist, gripping tightly as the Harley rumbled into life, the whole motorcycle vibrating. It really didn't feel that secure. I eased myself forward, closer to him, leaning into his back, my arms going around his waist so that I could hold on, tight. That felt better, although now I was pressed tightly up against his back, my face brushing the back of his head. And he'd been right, I couldn't get my arms all the way round him. But I got a good grip around his waist. No fat. He was definitely in good shape. I could feel the muscle under my hands. His hair smelt wonderful, all tangy masculine scent and shampoo. The growling throb of the Harley's engine vibrated right through my body. He put the bike into gear and slowly pulled away from the curb.

He turned his head slightly. "Want to say bye to your friends." He was laughing.

I giggled, clutching at him as the bike wheeled around to go back the way he'd come. "Yes please."

He was still laughing. He'd known I'd want to do that. He was right of course. I did.

The Harley growled as he eased around the corner. I kind of leaned with him as he turned even though it was a bit scary. He pulled up alongside Ginny and Jiffy and Peter. They were still talking, Peter acting the nonchalant asshole, although Ginny did look worried. I'll give her that. 

Until they saw me on the back of the bike.

Ginny's eyes widened in shock. Jiffy blinked. Peter flushed, looking angry.

"Don't worry about giving me a ride home Peter, I've got a ride - and don't bother calling me again either, okay." I smiled sweetly at him.

"Jay-Lin ..." Ginny was upset and panicking, I could tell.

"It's okay, I'll call you tonight Ginny." I gave her a quick smile, then slapped Keith's shoulder lightly. "Let's hit the road, Jack." 

I have no idea where that line came from but slapping his shoulder and using that little phrase from nowhere just felt so natural and right. So did holding on to him tightly, pressing myself up against his back as he gently eased away.

"You cheating little bitch." I heard Peter yelling out clearly. Without looking, I flipped him the finger. Another first that just seemed to come naturally. 

The low growl of the Harley's engine turned into a throaty roar, setting off car alarms across the car park as Keith gave the throttle a twist, sending us surging across the parking lot towards the exit. I would have squealed with excitement except I didn't want to sound like a silly little fangirl. But I did sort of hold onto Keith tighter than I needed to. It felt good to hold him tight. He slowed, eased around and onto the road. Peering over his shoulder, I felt rather than saw him twist the throttle. The Harley's rumble turned into a throbbing growl as we rocketed down the street. 

I held on a lot tighter. And not because it felt good.

I loved it. That throbbing growl. The smell and feel of him as I held on tight. The way people in cars looked at us as we roared past them. Always when I'd seen a motorcycle before, it'd been me looking out the car window as a motorcycle roared by, looking at those girls perched on the back with slightly envious eyes. Now it was me sitting there, seeing those same slightly envious looks directed at us.

At me.

What a buzz.

I'd never imagined being on the back of a motorcycle could be like this. It was better than I'd ever imagined. 

"Liking it?" Keith turned his head after we'd come to a stop at a red. 

"Oh yeah," I said without even thinking. "This is so wild. I love it." I did. 

The light turned to green. Keith pulled away quickly, I held on, enjoying it as we followed the parkway along the river towards home. To start with, the way Keith leaned the Harley over as we followed the gentle curves made me tense. Once I got used to it, it seemed natural to just relax and lean into those corners with him.

"Good girl," he yelled over the wind and the engine noise as we leaned into another curve in the road.

I didn't bother trying to reply. I just smiled as the wind washed my face, brushed my legs, flapped the denim jerkin I wore, gripping Keith a little less tightly now. But I still pressed up against his back. I liked the feel of him pressed against me, so big and so strong. I wanted to stroke those arms, feel the muscles there. I wanted to touch them to see what they felt like. This was just so cool. Half an hour of this wasn't nearly long enough. We were cruising along now, part of the traffic, which wasn't particularly heavy. Saturday afternoon shoppers mostly I guess. 

"You okay if I go a bit faster?" He was yelling again.

Faster? My heart jumped. Nervousness? Excitement? Both really. "Okay," I yelled into his ear.

"Hold on then. Yell if you want me to slow down."

I held on.

That growl grew faster. Deeper. Louder. Bellowed. Keith pulled out into the fast lane, taking us past the car we'd been sitting behind. Dad driving, Mom in the passenger seat. Two girls in the back, one around my age, one younger. Both looking at us. I waved at them with one hand as we went past, laughing, exhilarated by the looks on their faces. Faster still. The Harley thundering down the highway. I had no idea how fast we were going but whatever it was, we were passing everything on the parkway. 

Beneath me I could feel the Harley's throbbing vibration, I could hear a thundering growl of sheer noise and power, I could see the other traffic on the road parting before us. Where they didn't get out of our way, Keith wove the Harley around them, easing casually from lane to lane, overtaking them with nonchalant ease. My heart was pounding almost as loudly as the Harley's engine but in my case die to sheer excitement as we cut in front of an SUV with a dozen feet to spare before flying past a couple of cars and cutting back to take a small truck on the inside.

He eased off the throttle. We slowed, curved off on the exit that would take me home, slowing more, the exhilarating rush of that thundering ride fading with our slowing speed. Riding the suburban streets towards home didn't feel the same, although it still felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before to sit behind him as the Harley growled down the road. Now we were getting looks from neighborhood kids playing on their parents' front lawns. A group of teenage boys standing around a car at the side of the road turned to gawk. Keith saw that. I heard him laugh.

"You don't get many Harley's around here." We were going slowly enough that I only had to talk loudly, not yell to be heard.

"Bet you don't get many hot chicks on the back of them round here either."

Did that mean he thought I was a hot chick? My cheeks burned. I'd never been called a hot chick before. I kind of liked it when he said that. I wondered if he really meant it. But he was so old. Way older than me. He was probably just being nice to me. I was still thinking confused thoughts when we pulled into my parents' driveway.

"This the right place?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. I really didn't feel like getting off. I didn't want to stop holding him either. 

He turned the engine off. That low "potato potato potato" rumble as the engine idled died away.

"You can let go now." He was laughing at me. "But only if you want to."

Blushing, I let go of him, rather clumsily swinging myself off. He swung himself off as I fumbled at the chinstrap for his helmet.

"Here, let me do that Jay-Lin." He was smiling down at me. Standing, I realized just how big he was. Six foot maybe? Tall and very solid. Those arms of his were so muscular. Like he did weights. He made me feel like a petite little china doll. But his hands were delicate as he undid his helmet, gently easing it from my head, placing it on the Harley's handlebars. I couldn't stop myself just looking and looking at him. Until I realized old Mrs. Purvis from next door had paused her gardening and was watching us with blatant curiosity.

"Would you like to come in for a coffee?" I threw caution to the winds.

"Sure, love too." That smile again. His cheeks dimpled when he smiled. He followed me round to the front door, then inside and down the hallway to the kitchen.

"Nice place," he was looking around.

"Thanks." I suddenly felt tremendously shy. I'd never invited a guy home before. Not ever. Now I was home alone with a biker. Now I felt a little nervous as well as shy. "Would you like a beer instead of a coffee, there's some in the fridge?"

"Coffee's fine, I gotta ride home." He grinned as he pulled up a stool at the breakfast bar. I could feel his eyes looking at me as I measure the coffee into the percolator, added water and flicked it on. I tingled. Everywhere. Knowing he was looking at me had me a little short of breath.

"So what do you do Jay-Lin, you at College?"

I blushed. "I'm in my last year at High School," I admitted after a second. I felt like such a baby. "What about you?"

He grinned. "Bit of this, bit of that. Work for myself. Give myself time of when I want it."

"That must be nice."

"Oh yeah, means I can ride whenever I feel like it and the weather's right. Like today."

"I'm glad you were. I mean, thanks so much for that ride home. That was just so amazing."

"You liked it?" He was grinning at me.

"I loved it. That was just so wild, I wish I could do that again. I wish my friends could've seen me with you." I did. I really did. That ride had been such a buzz. I still felt the exhilaration. 

He laughed. "Well, a couple of them did."

"Not them, I was thinking about those cats at my High School, they'd be so jealous." They would be. Some of them made fun of me because I didn't have a boyfriend. They dated guys like Peter. Assholes.

Keith grinned. "Want to come for a ride again?"

My heart leapt. "Really? You mean that?" He wasn't teasing me was he?

"Wouldn't ask if I didn't mean it. Want me to pick you up from outside your High School and take you for a ride?"

"Oh yeah!" Okay, I squealed like a fangirl. I did. I was so excited. And yes, I admit it. I did want to go for a ride. With Keith. There was something about him and it wasn't just his Harley. Those cats at school would be so stunned. Although that wasn't the first thought that occurred to me. More like the last.

He laughed again. "Okay, you're on. Gimme a day, a place and a time, okay."

I thought. I thought fast. It wasn't hard. Mom and Dad always worked late Wednesday nights. "Wednesday this week. Three fifteen, Saint Bernadette's Catholic High School on Truman Avenue."




Chinese Takeout Ch. 01



"Hey, I'm working not to far from there. Done. Wednesday this week. Three fifteen, Saint Bernadette's Catholic High School. I'll pull up in the pickup zone, okay. Somehow I don't think you'll miss me."

"Oh yeah!" I didn't quite squeal but I did jump up and down and clap my hands. Like a little kid. I wasn't worried about missing him. I'd never seen a motorcycle at school. Let alone a Harley. With a biker on it. This was going to be so cool! Keith laughed. The percolator whistled at me. I eyed Keith. "How do you like it?"

"How do I like it?" He raised his eyebrows, then grinned at my sudden blush. "Oh ... you mean the coffee? With cream thanks." 

I giggled, still blushing. Then got the cream from the fridge before I poured him a mug, then poured one for myself. "Thanks Jay-Lin." 

"You're welcome." We both drank. I looked at him.

He looked at me.

I don't know what he saw in me but there was something about him that tugged at me. Tugged at me like a fishhook set deep. I'd never met a guy that made me feel like that.

"Hey, how old are you anyhow Jay-Lin?" 

"Eighteen," I said. And about fifteen days I didn't add. "How about you?"

"Uhhh thirty five," he said. He blushed. He actually blushed. 

"And single?" I asked. Just checking you understand.

"And single," he nodded. Well, that was a relief. Which was when I realized I was seriously interested in him. As if he'd be interested in me. Just a little girl he was being nice too.

The phone on the counter rang. I looked. It was Mom. Shit! I'd forgotten to get takeout for dinner. 

"Hi Mom."

"Jay-Lin, I've been calling you for the last hour. Where've you been?"

"I forgot my phone Mom."

"You have to remember it dear. Your Dad and I are on the way home now, I just wanted to check if you remembered to get takeout for dinner."

Shit! Shit! Shit!

"I'm sorry Mom, I forgot."

Mom actually laughed. Thank god she had a sense of humor. Sometimes. "That's okay dear, that's why I called. We'll pick up something on our way, okay."

"Thanks Mom. I'm sorry."

"That's okay dear, I know, it's tough being a teenager." She laughed. My Mom actually laughed at me. How embarrassing. "See you in half an hour."

"Bye Mom." I hung up.

Keith was watching me. "Your Mom and Dad?"

"Yeah, they'll be home in half an hour."

"I better run then. Don't want to give them a heart attack finding their little girl home alone with a biker." He laughed as he emptied his mug, took it to the sink, emptied and rinsed it. How thoughtful.

"Uhhh, yeah." He was so right, I'd be grounded for life. I took the mug from him and put it in the dishwasher.

"See you Wednesday then." He grinned. 

I smiled back and led the way to the front door. He stopped, I stopped. We just looked at each other.

"I better take my...." He gestured at the jerkin I'd been wearing the whole time, oblivious. It felt so natural on me that I'd forgotten I was wearing it. 

I looked down and laughed. "Okay. Yeah, I guess you better take it." But I didn't undo it. I wanted him to. Like he'd put it on me. He looked at me for a long moment that had my heart beating faster. 

"Yeah, I guess I better take it ...." He unfastened it, his fingers as gentle and delicate as they'd been when he fastened it on me. He eased it off me and shrugged it on himself. What'd been a tent on me fitted him so well. 

"Can I?" I reached up to fasten it on him.

"Sure." He watched me as my fingers fastened it up. After I finished there was another long moment where we just looked at each other. Again.

"There's something else I'd like to take," he said, his voice held that low rumble again, a low rumble that made my entire body reverberate. And tingle. Definitely I tingled. I liked that feeling. I liked how he made me feel.

"What's that?" I asked, blushing a little pink under those eyes.

"This," he said, one finger under my chin tilting my head up very very gently to look into his eyes. His face moved closer to mine. Slowly. Very very slowly. My lips parted just a little. I could feel his breath on my face. My heart pounded. Was he going to kiss me? Was he? Was he really? Oh please kiss me. Please. 

His lips touched mine. He was. He was kissing me! Gently. Delicately. Eyes wide, I looked into those blue eyes as his lips touched mine tenderly, as his lips brushed mine, taking possession of mine as if they'd always belonged to him. I felt my lips parting, wider, wider, my mouth opening wide to him, his tongue sliding into my mouth, flirting with my tongue, tasting me, teasing me. One of his hands was behind my back, supporting me, gently urging me closer to him.

I moved willingly, my hands clasping those beautifully muscular arms at the shoulder, feeling his skin under my fingers at last, feeling the muscles ripple as he held me, as he kissed me. I turned to jelly in his arms, my body pressed against him just as I'd pressed against his back when I was perched behind him on his Harley. 

Only now I wasn't perched behind him.

I was pressed against him. One of his hands supporting my back. His other hand on my hip. His lips moved on mine, caressed mine so that I moaned out loud. I moaned out loud into his mouth as he kissed me, my body alive with excitement. It felt so good to be held by him, to be pressed against him, my breasts crushed against his chest. I felt his hand on my hip move. Move from my hip to my butt, to hold my butt, to pull me hard against him. 

"Ooooohhhhh." I couldn't help it. When he pulled me hard against him, I felt his erection pressing against me, pressing against me where I was so totally sensitive and excited. He was huge. Huge and hard and I could feel him, feel his hard excitement. For the first time in my life, I wanted more. I wanted to do more than just kiss. After an interminable time where he simply kissed me and held me hard against him while I slowly melted inside, his mouth at last lifted from mine. I was panting. 

"See you Wednesday," he said.

"See you Wednesday," I gasped as he eased his hold on me. As his hand left my back and eased between us to gently run over my shorts and cup me between my legs. 

"Ooohhhh." The touch of his hand there brought me to a sudden awareness of just how excited and how wet with pulsing excitement I was. I'd never felt anything so exquisitely good. Never. I wanted his hand to remain where it was forever. I hung suspended on his hand, my legs turned to jelly. Oh, why were my parents coming home now? Couldn't they have stayed out longer?

"I wish your parent's weren't on their way home," he said, looking down into my upturned face. My flushed and burning face. My excited face.

"So do I" I gasped, my face burning, one of my hands slipping from his shoulder to rest on his hand where he touched me. I couldn't believe what it felt like. How good it felt with his hand cupping me there. How much I wanted him to touch me there. I wanted to move my hips. I wanted to move against his hand. I wanted more. But I was too shy. Too scared. Too inexperienced. And my parents would be home soon.

So I simply stood there, quivering, melting where his hand cupped me. Panting.

"I really better go," he smiled, removing his hand, giving me a last gentle kiss before turning to walk out the door. I watched him walk away from me.

I stood at the front door watching as he walked down to his Harley and swung himself on. The engine rumbled into life. He looked up. He waved to me. I waved back, then waved again as he turned the bike to pull into the street. He gave me another quick wave as he pulled away. Then he was gone, the muted thunder of his Harley fading into the distance.

I was still standing in the doorway when Mom and Dad pulled into the driveway.

My Dad was shaking his head as he followed Mom inside. "Did you see that biker," he was saying. "In our street as well."

"Yes," Mom said as she passed me the takeout. "Why don't you have a chat with Pat next time you're playing golf with him? There must be something he can do. We don't want people like that around here." She looked at me as we walked into the kitchen. "Jay-Lin, why don't you get bowls and chopsticks out and we'll eat right away. I'm starving."

I was half way through setting the table and taking the takeout containers out when the phone rang again. My Mom answered. "Hi there ..... yes .... Yes ..... yes she can .... No problem at all Chrissie ..... No, don't worry .... I'll tell her." She hung up.

"That was Chrissie Wong, Jay-Lin, she wants you to baby-sit Wednesday night." 

"Uhhh, okay." My heart sank. I couldn't exactly tell my Mom I already had a date. A sort-of date anyhow. With a biker. "What time does she want me there?"

"Seven," Mom said. "Ernie'll pick you up from here about six thirty, okay."

Okay, not so bad. That gave me enough time for go for a ride with Keith and get home in time for the babysitting gig. No problem.

I heard my phone ringing. "Thanks Mom, I better answer that."

I dashed. It was my older sister. "Where are you Jay-Lin?"

"At home, it's okay, it was fun. Don't tell Mom and Dad, you know what they're like. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Mom's putting dinner out. I gotta run. I'll tell you everything, okay."

"Okay sis, you can confess all to your Big Sis tomorrow. I want to hear about this Harley guy."

"Okay, bye." Thank god Sally was such an understanding big sister.

"Bye."

My phone rang again. Jesus. Ginny. God, I better talk to her. "Hi Ginny."

"Oh thank God. I was so worried Jay-Lin. I've been calling you for, like, all afternoon."

"I forgot my phone, it was at home."

"So who was that guy? What happened? I was so worried when you just took off with that biker guy. And Peter was so upset with you ..."

"Ginny, I gotta go, okay, Mom's just putting dinner out. I'll call you tomorrow, okay."

"Okay okay... but Jay-Lin, I've got to tell you, Peter ..."

"I gotta run Ginny. Bye." Screw talking about that asshole. I cut her off.

My phone rang again as soon as I disconnected. Jesus Ginny, take no for an answer, okay. I answered anyhow. ""Ginny, I already ...."

"You two-timing little banana bitch..." Peter's voice was a furious scream into my phone. "I'm gonna get you for that you fucking cock-sucking little tease...."

Shocked, I disconnected his call. He rang back right away. My heart pounding like a rabbit's, I barred his number with shaking fingers. Jesus.

"Dinner Jay-Lin."

"Coming Mom," I called. I felt weak. I'd never been yelled at like that before. He'd sounded so upset. So angry with me. I wanted to cry. I felt sick. All of a sudden I didn't feel safe and secure at all. I felt scared. I didn't want to feel scared. I wanted to feel safe and secure and happy again. I wanted to be held in big strong arms.

I wanted Keith.

To be continued in Chapter 02 -- "High School Pickup"

Chinese Language Notes

là mèi zi - Sichuan is sort of the "heartland" of China, the equivalent of Ohio/Kentucky/Michigan in a John Cougar Mellencamp type of way. Much as the Miss America pageant has often been dominated by girls from the heartland, Sichuanese women are renowned nationwide in China for their beauty (along with Shanghai girls of course...). The term for them, là mèi zi (辣妹子), plays on the spicy (là / 辣) food the region is known for. It's almost as cheesy as referring to Latina women as "spicy hot!", if you're wondering.

ham sup lo (咸湿佬) - men who are perverted, dirty minded or have their minds in the gutter -- all the time.



Chinese Takeout Ch. 02







Chinese Takeout Ch. 02



"Ready?" Keith asked.

"Oh yeah, I am so ready," I answered, my arms going round his waist as I held on tight, leaning in against him, pressing up against his back. Let that Chua bitch watch. 

The Harley growled as Keith put it into gear and pulled out into the drive through lane, easing into the flow. Actually, there was no flow. Everyone had stopped. The Mom's in their cars picking their kids up mostly just watched in horror as we rumbled past them. My fellow students watched wide-eyed. Every eye followed us as Keith eased the Harley round into the exit and onto the street. He gave the throttle a twist. Those car-alarm starting mufflers gave a sudden bellow of muted thunder as the Harley accelerated down the road. Girls walking home all turned to look, some of them pointing as they saw me on the back. I was kind of glad now that the helmet hid my face.

Changing gear, changing again, faster still, my skirt blowing up around my waist in the wind of our passage as we passed car after car. Soccer Mom after Soccer Mom. I laughed delightedly as the nightmare of every teenage schoolgirl's parents swept me down the road on his thundering iron steed. There was no nervousness this time. No wondering what to do. I held onto Keith, tucked in tight against him, looking over his shoulder, feeling the power of the Harley's engine as I sat on the rear seat. I leaned with Keith, no longer concerned that I might fall off. Keith knew how to ride and I knew enough after that brief ride on Saturday to just go with him as we swept down the road.

"Enjoying yourself," Keith asked as we stopped at a set of lights. Everyone in the cars around us was looking. Lots of students with their Mom's. Some guys now too, from our sibling school, Saint Francis Xavier. Those guys looked either envious or admiring. And me? I just wanted to squeeze Keith, hold him as tight as I could, press myself against him. So I did.

"Oh yeah," I replied, hugging him from behind. He felt so good. He smelt so good. I couldn't get enough of holding him. Holding him tight, squeezing myself against him, my breasts crushed up against his back. That felt even better. 

"How about we ride for an hour or so and then I take you home," he said, the lights still red. 

Jesus, I'd almost forgotten the baby-sitting gig. "That's fine," I said, "I gotta be home by six at the latest, I have to go baby-sitting at six thirty."

"No problem," he said as the lights turned green. Let's ride for an hour and then you can make me a coffee."

Yes! Yes! He wanted to come inside with me again, not just drop me off. I heard him laughing and suddenly realized I'd yelled "Yes! Yes!" out loud. God, how embarrassing. Behind the helmet, my face burned. He reached down and patted one of my knees while I burned up. Actually, after he patted that knee, his hand just stayed there, resting on my knee. He was wearing gloves, yes, but they were fingerless and I could feel his fingers on my skin. They felt so good. 

I wondered how he could ride with just one hand but he seemed to be doing just fine and hey, he was the one driving this beast, so I didn't worry about it. I just held him and enjoyed his hand on my knee. Stroking my knee now. Stroking my leg higher, almost all the way to my hips. He found my lycra shorts. I felt his fingers exploring them. I giggled. "I put shorts on under my skirt," I yelled in his ear.

"Damn!" he yelled back, making me laugh. Did he really think I was silly enough to jump on a motorcycle in a little skirt wearing only panties. "I was hoping," he added as his hand went back to the grip while he changed down, slowing as the traffic built up. Ooooohhhh-kay.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we idled onto the Parkway.

"Taking you down the Parkway, then down Ninth Line and round onto Jefferson, then back in on the Freeway."

"Great." God, this was just so much fun. It was even better when we eased onto the Parkway and he went faster. It wasn't quite rush hour yet, the traffic hadn't built up and Keith opened the Harley up. I loved it. I loved sitting perched behind him as we swept down the road, the wind in our faces, the throaty roar of the Harley around us, the feel of the Harley beneath me, shuddering and vibrating as we growled down the highway, Keith easing us through the curves so that it almost felt like we were flying. 

We swept off onto the Ninth Line exit in a long gentle curve, Keith leaning the bike over, me leaning with him until I thought that if I put my hand out I could touch the road as it flew by. We eased into Ninth Line and now it was all open country. One of those narrow two lane roads, grass, trees, farmland, the occasional farmhouse, no commuter traffic. Ninth Line was no freeway, it curved unexpectedly, there were hills, bridges, the occasional farm vehicle. Keith powered the Harley down that road with the same casual ease he'd displayed on Saturday in the suburban streets leading to my home. It was all new to me but I trusted Keith, I trusted him to know what he was doing and I just sat relaxed behind him, holding him and reveling in the ride.

The sound of the Harley, the feel of the Harley growling beneath me, the vibrations from the road and the engine, Keith to hold onto and press myself up against, the way we swept around corners and up and down hills, slowing here, accelerating there, the wind in my face so fresh and clean, the Harley almost alive beneath us. I'd never felt like this before, so free, just the two of us on the road, together, uncaged, part of everything around us, not constricted within the glass and steel cage of a car. THIS was so enjoyable. With Keith, THIS was everything I'd never dreamed about but now that I'd experienced it, how could I ever go back to anything else. I was so happy I wanted to cry.

Instead, I just rested my head against Keith's back for a moment before once more looking over his shoulder and taking in the road unreeling before us. Tasting the wind. Tasting freedom. I wished we could just ride and ride and ride, ride off into the distance together and just keep going forever. I knew we couldn't, but I wished we could. We eased of Ninth onto Jefferson and then onto the Freeway back into town.

"Want to go a bit faster?" Keith called out as we banked onto the Freeway.

"Sure," I yelled back. Faster? Weren't we already going fast.

No. We weren't. Keith twisted the throttle gently, the Harley's engine responded, muted thunder rolled in our wake as we surged down the fast lane, faster, faster still, flying by cars as if they were standing still. The wind was no longer a breeze, it was a roaring gale, buffeting me, blowing my hair wildly, catching at my jacket, blowing my skirt up around my waist and keeping it there. We wove through the traffic, I held tight to Keith, just going with him, leaning with him, left, right, left, tucked in behind him and sheltered from the worst of the wind by his body, his strength. Laughing with sheer happiness. When we slowed, it was such a letdown, the exhilaration of the ride fading along with the engine noise as we eased off the Freeway and into the suburbs.

That entire hour went so fleetingly, it seemed like only a moment before Keith turned the Harley into the driveway of my parent's house and stopped, turning the engine off after we'd come to a halt. It hadn't been a moment, it'd been a full hour but that hour seemed to have flown by in an instant. The muted thunder I was seated on died away. I clung to Keith's back for a long long moment, resting my cheek against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his leathers, of him, trying to imprint it into my mind before I swung myself off to stand beside him. This time I managed to unbuckle his helmet on my own. Sitting on his bike, watching me, he smiled. I smiled back, feeling small and shy now.

"I hope you liked your ride." His voice was soft and gentle, his smile warm. Little thrills rushed up and down my spine as I remembered Saturday and his kiss. His lips on mine. His hand on me. Thinking of his hand and where he had touched me, I was instantly wet. I could feel my own wetness, my own excitement. Knowing that, my excitement grew, feeding of itself, feeding of my anticipation.

"It was..." I didn't know how to put it into words. I didn't want to sound gushy. "It was the best afternoon ever."

He grinned as I handed him back his helmet. "Want to do it again?"

I couldn't help it. I jumped up and down clapping my hands. "You mean it? Really. You're serious?" Oh god, I was so happy. Happy? I was in heaven. Paradise.

"Really." He was laughing at me. "What're you doing Saturday?"

My heart was pounding. "You." 

I realized what I'd said. Oh God! Had I really said that? My face turned bright red. I was going to burn up from pure embarrassment!

"I mean, going for a ride with you?" I felt so flustered. "If you like, I mean, I don't have anything planned. I'd love to ... I mean, if it's..."

He reached out and touched my lips with one finger. "Shhhh, I know. I'd love to take you for a ride Jay-Lin. Now relax. Take a deep breath."

I did. God, I felt so silly.

Keith grinned at me. I couldn't help it, I smiled back.

"How long before you go babysitting?" he asked.

I checked my cell. Five thirty. "I'm getting picked up at six thirty." I smiled. "Do you have time for that coffee?"

He smiled back as he swung himself of his Harley. "With you? Always."

"Smooth-talker." I giggled. This was turning out as good as I'd hoped. Saturday! Yes yes yes!

"You ain't seen nothing yet."

He followed me inside. I shut the front door behind him. When I turned, he was standing there looking at me. My heart stopped at the look on his face, in his eyes. 

"Coffee?" I squeaked, my voice an octave higher than normal.

"I think I better," he said, his eyes burning into mine.

He held my hand as we walked into the kitchen. HE HELD MY HAND! Oh God! I could barely think, I was so happy. His hand was huge, engulfing mine completely. He held me from behind as I fired up the coffee machine, those massive arms wrapping around my waist as I filled the percolator and turned it on. Task done, I sighed and leaned back against him, just enjoying feeling him hold me, feeling his arms around me. They felt so good. So strong. His arms were bigger than my legs. He just felt so good. I rested the back of my head against his chest, feeling his chin resting on the top of my head, his breath ruffling my hair. 

Feeling his erection pressing firmly against my butt. 

Was just holding me like that getting him so excited? So big and hard? It felt huge. Not that I'd ever felt one before. It wasn't like I had anything to compare it to. But still, it felt huge. Huge and hard and exciting and terrifying all at one and the same time. I had no idea what to do. No idea what I was doing. No idea what I should do. I felt his breath in my hair, sending little shivers down my spine. I wasn't tingling now. I was glowing. Burning. Glowing melting molten quivering jelly. Time seemed to stand still. What should I do? I mean, I liked him. A lot. Tremendously. I wanted him. I had no idea what to do. So I just did what I wanted to do.

I pushed my butt back against him.

Oh yes. Big and hard.

"Jay-Lin," he breathed, and I could feel how tense he was.

"Yes," I whispered.

"You're beautiful, girl."

I wasn't sure what to say. "Thankyou." 

"I'm looking forward to Saturday. All day with you, okay?" He was. He really was. How that made me feel was indescribable. Happy? Elated? Excited? Scared? Nervous? Exhilarated? All of those together and a lot more.

"Yes." That was more than okay. That was wonderful. It was like when you're five years old and your parents take you to Disneyland. It was magical. I can't describe how I felt except to say that happy was a mild understatement. Also, I was feeling Keith's bulging erection pressed firmly against my butt and I was enjoying that too. It was a nervous and slightly scared enjoyment, but nevertheless the feel of him there, like that, while his arms held me, told me that he wasn't thinking of me as a little girl. I liked that very much. 

I liked that so much that I could feel my own wetness, feel my nipples swelling and hardening and aching. I wanted Keith to touch me so much, but I had no idea how to hint at what I wanted. But I wanted. I wanted very much.

The phone rang. I looked at it. Keith's hands released me. When I answered, I was breathing hard.

"Hi, you've reached the Liu's, how can I help you?"

"Hi Jay-Lin, made you run for the phone did I? Sorry 'bout that."

"Hi Uncle Ernie. No problem."

"Just wanted to let you know I'm on my way, running real late though, I'll be at your house around seven fifteen. That okay?" I glanced at the kitchen clock. Five forty five. An extra hour and fifteen minutes with Keith. Yippeeee!

"No problem Uncle Ernie, see you then. I'll be ready. Just beep the horn and I'll come right out, okay."

"Okay, see you in an hour or so."

"Bye."

I hung up. I turned back to Keith. Back to Keith's arms, my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him, looking up at him. "An hour," I breathed, my heart pounding. "We've got an hour." 

He smiled. He kissed me. His lips found mine, my mouth opened, opened wide to receive his tongue, to let his tongue slip into my mouth and taste me, explore me, flirt with me, tease me.

"Forget the coffee Jay-Lin," he breathed. 

I looked at him. I looked and I stepped back, taking his hand in mine. Without a word I led him from the kitchen into the living room. He followed me as I led him to that beautiful white sheepskin rug that covered half the floor in front of the fireplace. The white sheepskin rug that had always featured so prominently in those daydreams of little black dresses, preppy college guys and sweet romance. Now it was about to feature a biker. And me. And not just in a daydream. I hoped. Oh how I hoped.

Really, I didn't say a word. I just turned and looked at him. Keith took my hands in his and looked at me. He looked into my eyes just as I looked into his. Without a word, he swept me up in his arms effortlessly and knelt with me, lowering me, laying me down on my back on the sheepskin, moving easily to lie beside me, propping himself up on one elbow beside me to look down at me.

For my part, I looked up at him, my heart doing that wild pounding thing again as one of his fingers traced my jawbone from just below my ear to my chin, pausing there. I looked up at him, knowing this was where I wanted to be. Knowing I wanted Keith to kiss me. To touch me. To do whatever he wanted to me. Knowing that if I hadn't actually fallen in love with him, I had the biggest crush I'd ever had on any guy in my entire life on him. My entire body was burning, tingling, glowing. Melting. Wanting. I didn't really know what I wanted but whatever it was, it involved Keith and I knew it. 

And Keith, Keith just looked down at me, his expression so serious. His finger under my chin so that I had to look up at him, I had to look into his eyes. Not that I wanted to look anywhere else. I couldn't get enough of looking at him.

"Jay-Lin." He sounded so serious too.

"Yes." I wasn't really talking. It was so hard to talk. It came out as a more or less breathless gasp.

"I'm a lot older than you are."

"I know. You told me how old you are." I didn't care. Thirty Five, schmerty five. Whatever. Really, I didn't care.

"I don't want to take advantage of you girl, you're just a baby."

"I'm eighteen." 

"Okay, you're an eighteen year old baby. I mean, I hate to admit it, but this big bad biker is feeling guilty, you look so sweet and innocent. Jesus, you're even wearing a school uniform. I'm feeling like a dirty old man here." 

I liked the way he looked at me then. Looked me up and down as I lay on the floor beside him. I actually giggled. "Keith, compared to you I AM just a little girl, really, and I AM sweet and innocent." I lifted one hand to touch the back of his hand, to move it, to hold it against my cheek, to kiss the heel of his hand. "And okay, I can do the math, I'm seventeen years younger than you but I know what I want." I kissed his hand again. "And I'm old enough to know I want you." 

And I did. I wanted him so much. I wanted him more than anything I'd ever wanted in my whole entire life.

"I know Jay-Lin, I want you too."

Blushing, I persevered. "I mean, I've never had a boyfriend, I don't know anything, I don't know what to do. I just feel, you know, so ... so ..." Confession time, Jay-Lin. "Like I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing but I want to do whatever it is I don't know with you." I turned my face to bury it against his shoulder, inhaling the smell of him, wanting to make it part of me. "Whatever it is I'm doing, I want it to be with you."

His finger slid under my chin, turned my face to look up at him once more. His expression was so serious. I knew I had to convince him. I had to. I'd just found him, I couldn't bear to lose him. Not because he thought I was a baby. Not because he thought I was too sweet and innocent. I mean, I knew he was a biker. I knew he was almost twice my age. I knew he was no Mr. Nice Guy. But to me he was. 

To me. 

That was what was important. I didn't care about what he was like to anyone else. I wanted him. I wanted him so much. I wanted him so badly that the fear of losing him hurt. Scared me and hurt me.

"Keith." My voice was a gasp again. A scared, timid and desperate little gasp, but I wanted him so very much. I had to make him understand. I had to. "Keith, just ... Just do what you want to do to me, okay, please, I just found you, I don't want to lose you because you think I'm too young." I felt my eyes water. I felt so desperately afraid. "Just ... just take me as I am Keith, please?"

He looked down at me. I felt so afraid. So very afraid I was going to lose him. 

But then he said "Oh hell, Jay-Lin, don't cry," and just like that, he kissed me. His arm under me, his other hand stroking my hair, his lips came down on mine, my mouth opened wide, his tongue met mine like an old lover and we were kissing. That kiss was gentle, delicate, a brushing of his lips against mine, a sharing of breath, a sharing of my soul as I opened my mouth to him and gave him everything I had. My heart, my soul, my desire for him, my excitement, my enthusiasm and happiness. My love.

Everything.

He was breathing hard when his mouth at last lifted from mine. Heck, I was breathing hard as I nestled in his arms, feeling his strength, feeling the solid mass of his body beside me, dwarfing me. His fingers stroked my hair back from my face. Massively large and strong fingers, fingers that I caught with my hand and held as I turned my face to them and kissed them one by one.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice so soft and gentle. So caring.

I smiled up at him. "Do you think so? Really?" I liked how he'd said that. Not just words, but like he really meant it. Like he felt it. Like it came from his heart.

It was his turn to smile. "Yes, I do, really. You're just breathtaking, looking at you, it's like I've walked into a dream and met a fairy princess come to life. You're far too angelic and beautiful for an old guy like me."

Now I wanted to cry from sheer happiness. Nobody except my Mom had ever called me a princess, let alone an angel, and that'd been a long long time ago. "Well, this little princess has met her knight in shining armor. And knights that rescue princesses deserve to be kissed."

"I thought that was frogs." He was laughing.

"Who cares? Knight. Frog. I just want to kiss you." I was so totally honest with him. I knew I'd always be honest with Keith. I did want to kiss him. Badly. Or goodly. Whatever. I pushed him back and lifted myself onto one elbow. He let me push him onto his back. If he hadn't I'd never have moved him. Not in a million years. Now he smiled up at me. I smiled, then giggled, then slid myself up and onto him, my legs either side of him. Sitting up on him, looking down at him, I realized that really, he was a big big guy.




Chinese Takeout Ch. 02



"How tall are you?" I was undoing that denim jerkin thing he wore. It looked old. Old and dirty. Like it'd never been washed. Maybe I should take care of that for him when I had a chance. 

"Six foot," he said, watching my fingers. His hands moved to rest on my thighs where I sat astride him, resting on my skin just below the hem of my uniform skirt. It felt good to sit astride him, my legs spread wide by the bulk of his body. I liked feeling him between my legs. "And you, you're just perfect."

Really, I wanted to kiss him again. So I did, easing myself forward and down to lie on him. To look down into his eyes. God, I was so small compared to him. But I felt so safe. This time I kissed him, devouring his mouth hungrily, my tongue sliding into his mouth and tasting him, exploring him, finding his tongue and teasing him. His hands stroked the backs of my thighs, his fingertips brushing my inner thighs all the way up to those tight-fitting lycra gym shorts. 

"Take them off," he said, between kisses.

"Take what off?" I asked, between kisses.

"Those shorts," he said, just before sucking my tongue into his mouth.

"Okay," I gasped after my mouth lifted from him. A long time later. Neither of us seemed to want to stop. I knew I didn't. But I also wanted to do what he asked me to do. 

I sat up. I swung myself off him and stood up and pushed my shorts down and raised one leg, then the other to get rid of them. I knew he could see my panties when I did that. I didn't care. Well, I did. I wanted him to see my panties, boring as they were. I wanted to excite him. Showing myself to him excited me. I was wet. Wet with heated excitement. Wet with anticipation of who knew what.

I stood astride him, then sat down again, seating myself a little lower now, so that I pressed on the visibly bulging length that was restrained by his jeans. I almost squealed at the sensation. Almost. I did tense and shudder as a surge of excitement shivered through me at the touch of his body against mine. I shivered again, feeling that hard bulge pushing upwards against me. I wanted to move, I wanted to move against him, to lie on him, to do something but I didn't know what to do. It didn't really matter though. His hands moved back to rest in my thighs, to slide up under my little skirt all the way to my hips. He held me and then he moved me himself, sliding me against him so that I felt him rub against me along the length of my slit.

His hands moved me backwards and forwards while I shivered and gasped, feeling the roughness of his jeans through my little cotton panties. Panties that were now soaked completely through. I placed my hands on his chest to hold myself up. It wasn't enough. My arms turned to jelly, I toppled forward in slow motion until my head rested on his chest. Everything of me rested on him while his hands continued to move me, no longer on my hips now but on my butt, holding me, cupping my butt, brushing my panties upwards and inwards while his fingers eased down the back my thighs to my inner thighs, to where I was most tender and sensitive.

I lay on him, flushed, panting, helpless under his hands as he caressed me. As he caressed my butt under my skirt. As he moved me. As he moved me upwards until my flushed and excited face looked down on his once more. He smiled up at me and then one hand seized my head and moved me to him. This time it was no delicate gentle kiss. His mouth was hard on mine. Hard and demanding, his tongue possessing my mouth, controlling, taking what he wanted from me. I surrendered so willingly, so eagerly until, both of us breathing hard, our lips reluctantly separated. I looked down at him for a long long moment which ended when he rolled me off him and over onto my back. 

On my back on the white sheepskin rug.

Now Keith was looking down at me again. Looking down at me and breathing hard. "God Jay-Lin, I want you so much."

I was breathing hard, my body on fire. Burning. Wanting. Needing. Hot. Hot and wet. I'd never felt like this. Not like this. I wanted more. I wanted to feel more. "Last time," I gasped. "Last Saturday, where you touched me, touch me again."

"Don't tease me, girl," he growled, a growl that scared me, that send little shivers up and down my spine. For a moment, I was afraid. But I wasn't teasing him. I wasn't. I just didn't know what to do.

"I've never," I gasped, "I've never done anything like this ... I don't know what to do."

I didn't. I had no idea. I mean, I was eighteen, I knew the theory. Only, all I'd ever done with guys was kiss them. What we were doing, it was all new to me. I had no idea what I should do. I knew more or less what guys did, I mean, the mechanics were pretty obvious. But the finer details? No, I didn't know anything, I was totally inexperienced. But I knew I wanted him to touch me. There.

"Jesus Jay-Lin." But his eyes were on fire, his face showed his desire. His desire for me. A desire that made me want him even more.

"I don't want to tease you Keith," I gasped, "it's just, I don't know, I never ... you can do whatever you want to me Keith... Just ... just don't hurt me, okay ... Not too much anyhow..." I was scared. Excited and scared. He was so big. Everywhere. And I had no idea what it would be like but I was willing. "I want you to ... I do... please ..." 

I did. So much. So very very much.

His expression became less fierce, tender again, no longer scary. Tender and gentle. One finger stroked my cheek. "You do don't you Jay-Lin?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, I do."

Then I did what I'd wanted to do from the first time I'd felt it pushing up against me. I did what I'd been too shy and timid to do before. But now it felt right. I reached down with one hand and I placed it over that long hard bulge in his jeans and I squeezed lightly, feeling that hard length through the denim of his jeans. Feeling his body tighten, seeing the sudden change in his expression, the quick indrawn breath.

"Oh Jesus Jay-Lin, you have no idea what you're doing do you?"

I didn't. I was worried. Had I hurt him? Had I squeezed it too hard? Had I done something wrong? 

"What should I do?" I gasped. I wanted to please him. I wanted to do my best to please him.

He stroked my hair. He kissed me. He smiled down at me reassuringly. "It's okay Jay-Lin, really, we're not going to do anything you don't want to do. We're not going to do anything too quickly, just relax. Whatever you want to happen will happen, if you don't want it, it won't happen. Just remember though, you're my girl now Jay-Lin" 

"I am? I'm your girl?" Really? I was his girl? He wanted me to be his? I felt as if somebody had given me the sun and the moon and the stars, gift-wrapped. 

"You are Jay-Lin... You're mine." He smiled, his face came closer, closer still and then we were kissing again, my mouth wide open to his. I was more than okay with that. I was ecstatic. I was his. I was his girl! He was mine. Keith was mine. Or I was his. Whatever. In that moment, as I realized he'd decided, I'd had a little taste of heaven and I wanted more. More and more and more and more until I had everything. Until I gave him everything. 

His mouth lifted from mine. "If you want to be mine," he added. His expression was intent. Serious.

It took me a second to comprehend the question. My mind had turned into a marshmallow. "Oh yes," I breathed. "Yes, I want to be yours Keith." I did. I wanted that more than anything. I looked up into those eyes, looked up at that face, that serious expression. I reached up and I stroked his cheek with one hand, gently, tenderly. "I want that so much Keith, just don't hurt me, okay, I couldn't bear it if you changed your mind."

He smiled, a smile that warmed me and thrilled me through and through. A smile that told me he wanted me as much as I wanted him. "I'd never hurt you babe," he breathed, "never."

I knew he wouldn't when he said it like that. I could almost taste the honesty, the sincerity in his words. In his expression. I knew in that moment that whatever happened, I was safe with Keith, he'd never hurt me, he'd never let me be hurt. Not while I was his. And I knew I was his. And he was mine. He was mine and I wanted to give him more. I knew what more I wanted to give him too. I knew what my dates in the past had wanted. Something I'd never given them, try as they had. 

Keith would be given freely what they'd tried for. Tried and failed.

Almost timidly, I reached up and began unbuttoning my white school shirt. He watched my hands, watched my fingers, glanced at my face, glanced back to my fingers as I worked my way down, button by button, my heart fluttering. That last button came undone. I was too shy to open my shirt. He looked down at me. He smiled. His lips came down on mine, he kissed me so tenderly. He kissed me while his fingers brushed my shirt to the side, exposing my plain little white bra.

His lips lifted from mine. He smiled. "Undo it for me." 

He didn't have to tell me what to undo. I knew. I lifted myself a little so I could reach beneath myself and unhooked my bra. He kept looking at me as his fingers took that plain little bra and pushed it up. His fingers pushed it up to my armpits, exposing both my breasts to his eyes. I shivered as my breasts were uncovered. I shivered and I looked at him and my heart fluttered wildly. My breasts were so small, small and firm and I hoped so much he'd like them. Maybe they were too small for him. Maybe they weren't what he liked? 

"They're gorgeous," he breathed, and the world righted itself again.

I breathed, a breathe I realized I'd been holding only when I exhaled. .

One of his hands very gently cupped one of my breasts, his thumb brushing across one nipple that was already rubbery hard and aching so that I shivered and gasped. His hand on my naked skin felt so good, it felt even better as his hand moved on me, explored my breast, explored both my breasts. When he dipped his head down and used his lips to take possession of one of my nipples, I moaned, arching my back as one of my hands clutched at his head. His tongue played on my breast, moving in little circles, and then he was sucking and tonguing my entire breast and I was shivering and moaning.

His hand moved over the smooth flatness of my tautly muscled stomach, jumped over my skirt and onto one of my legs, his strong fingers spooning the taut muscles along the inside of my thigh. He didn't touch my panties, not then, but for the effect it had on my body he might as well have. My mouth opened wide. I gave a heady moan of pure excitement, shuddering as Keith's fingers teased the inside flesh of my thigh while his mouth sucked at my breast. That first brush of his fingers on a part of me that had always been concealed, that had never been touched, send a sudden flare of unexpectedly intense pleasure and excitement through my inexperienced body.

His fingers slowly moved down my leg, caressing me from the top of my inner thigh to the crook of my knee while his mouth suckled gently at one breast. I did nothing except cling to him, one hand on the top of his head, the other behind his back, breathing hard. The intense arousal his touch inspired in me stunned me, appearing from nowhere as his fingers brushed my inner thigh. I lay there, enthralled by the slow slide of his fingers on my skin, all the way down to my knee. Once there, he hooked a finger against the inside of one white knee sock and tugged it up, as if he had to make sure I was perfectly dressed. 

My sock in place, his hand slid upwards until the palm of his hand rested high on my inner thigh, not quite brushing the edge of my panties. It was stimulating and it was exciting but his hand didn't move further. Not then. But I wanted him to touch me. Even while his mouth suckled at my small firm little breasts, alternating with one and then the other, I wanted his hand to touch me where he'd touched me on Saturday. My growing arousal demanded that touch. My excitement, my arousal was building slowly, building with every movement of his mouth on my breasts. With just the touch of his hand where it rested on my inner thigh.

This was a desire, an arousal, such as I'd never imagined. Never experienced. When Ginny had told me how excited she got with her boyfriends, I had never really believed her. Now, with Keith's hand on me, with Keith's mouth on my breast, I believed. It was an arousal that felt very feminine, very strong, very...adult. It was something that a girl like me who'd never had a real boyfriend had never felt before, for me it was new and unique and ... intensely exciting. I'd been wet with excitement before, last Saturday when Keith's hand had touched me there, through my shorts. I'd been wet with excitement thinking about Keith earlier in the week.

Nothing had prepared me for the flooding heat and wetness I was feeling as his hand rested unmoving on my inner thigh. I was liquidly slippery wet and unbearably sensitive. I could feel that growing wetness, feel the material of my thin cotton panties soaked through where they shaped themselves to my body. I could feel a growing and unfamiliar but exciting heat in my sex, a tight wet and demanding heat that was altogether new to me. My hips were twitching now, an involuntary jerking that betrayed my increasingly intense excitement. I wanted his hand. I wanted him to touch me there. I wanted that touch so much.

And I was too timid, too inexperienced, too shy to ask.

It didn't take long for my increasing need to overcome my timidity. And I was timid, I was shy, I was embarrassed. But I wanted so much. In the end, it was impossible to resist. "Keith ... Keith... Touch...me ... please touch me." I was begging. I was pleading. Almost unaudibly, my plea a quiet little gasp but Keith heard. He heard and he knew what I wanted, what I needed, even if I wasn't sure. Even if I had no real idea what I was asking for. His mouth lifted from my breasts, leaving them shining wetly with his saliva, my nipples so swollen and rubbery hard. He looked down into my eyes.

"Please," I gasped again.

He smiled. His hand moved on my inner thigh, sliding up and turning to cup me through my little white cotton panties, cupping me at the juncture of my thighs where I so wanted his touch. Where I so needed his touch. His strong fingers moved, found what they were searching for, pressed firmly against my sex through the wetly-clinging cotton of my panties. I knew he could feel how wet I was. How slippery wet I was. Embarrassment and excitement warred within me, then melded into one.

"Oooohhhhhhh." My voice cried out, a wordless cry of unadulterated excitement in response to the sudden heart-stopping surge of pleasure his touch brought to me. My head arched backwards, my back arched, somehow I tried to spread my legs wider for his hand, I tried to make myself more accessible to his touch, all without any conscious thought. My body knew what to do. I'd never imagined feeling like this, never imagined that it would feel so good to feel a man's fingers on my sex, pressing wetly into me, pressing my panties inwards where I parted with such sensitivity and sensation. 

His hand lifted, moved upwards, moving away from where I wanted to feel him touching me. All the way up to rest on my stomach before his fingertips pushed under my panties. Yes! Yes yes yes. I lay there, breathing hard, panting in suspense and trepidation as his fingers slid downwards. I wasn't in suspense for very long. His fingers eased down, eased in between my thighs, brushed me lightly where I was so wet and so sensitive. I cried out as his fingers teased my lips, one finger sliding down between them. 

I felt his fingertip part me, part my lips, gently easing between them. I shuddered, my legs twitching wider apart as he gently explored. His mouth lifted from my breasts, he looked down at me now, his eyes looking down into mine, looking at my face, at the expression my face wore. 

"So beautiful," he breathed. 

The tip of his finger eased into me. I couldn't believe how wet I was. How slippery. How his finger tip pushing into me could feel so exquisitely exciting. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him to touch me like this. I couldn't believe what was happening to me or how much I wanted this. Wanted this with him. With Keith.

"Keith," I gasped as I felt his fingertip push inside me. "Ohhhhh Keith ... Ohhhh ... ohhh." 

"Jesus Jay-Lin, you're so wet."

His finger slid up inside me. My fingernails dug in to his shoulders my back arched, breathing hard, feeling his finger inside me. Feeling his finger working higher within me. Higher. Deeper. Stretching me inside. Feeling me inside. Oh god oh god oh god his finger was so thick it felt so good I wanted it I wanted it I wanted it. Sinking back down onto rug, I managed to moan out loud at last, a moan of exquisite surrender as I felt all of his finger inside me. So wet. I was so wet and his finger was so big. Strange and exciting and heart-stopping. His hand on me. His hand inside my panties was cupping me, touching me everywhere between my legs at the same time. So good. It felt so good.

I lay there on my back, shaking. Quivering. Feeling his hand on me. Feeling his finger inside me. Feeling his finger exploring me, moving inside me, easing out a little and then pushing inwards again. That sliding push into me was so exquisitely pleasurable. Such delicious friction. I couldn't help moaning my enjoyment. I had to moan my enjoyment. I had to part my legs further for him, it just felt so right to lie there before him and surrender to him, give him what he wanted, give him me.

"Ohhhh Keith ... Keith..." It felt so good. So very good. I was so wet. Wet and slippery. I could feel myself clasping his finger inside me, feel his finger penetrating me, sliding into me and now it all made sense. It all made sense and it was wonderful and I wanted more. I wanted Keith. 

"Jay-Lin." And then his finger was easing from me, his hand withdrawing from inside my panties. Too soon. 

"Nnnoooohhhh." I moaned my disappointment as his finger withdrew. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want his finger not to be in me. 

"Noooohhh." I gasped as his hand emerged from under my panties.

He held up his hand between us. I could see his finger, shining. Glistening. Glistening with my wetness. He smiled at me. He smiled and then he traced my lips with that glistening wet fingertip. I lay there shuddering, feeling his fingertip wetting my lips with my own excitement, one after the other. Done, he smiled at me and slowly, very slowly, he slid that glistening finger into his mouth, sucking it all the way in, tasting me on his finger, his eyes smiling at me. I shivered as I watched him. Watched him tasting me. Tasting my wetness. How could he? Oh. My. God.

"Ohhhhhhhhh."

His finger emerged, wet with his saliva now. "You taste delicious." 

And then he was kissing me. Kissing me hard. Kissing me possessively. Kissing me as if I was his. As if I belonged to him. Kissing me as his hand plunged down inside my panties once more, kissing as his finger found me and slid inwards, kissing me as I moaned into his mouth, moaned as I felt his finger within me, driving me crazy. Kissing me until we both stopped, short of breath, breathing hard and his finger withdrew from me, his hand abandoned me.

"Saturday," he said. "What time? Where would you like me to pick you up from?"

Neither of us said anything about my parents.

"Here," I gasped, "my parents go to work around eight."

"Nine then," he said. He was breathing hard too. "I'll call you first on your cell, okay."

"Okay," I said.

And then I took his hand, the hand that had been inside my panties. I took that hand and I lifted it to my mouth and I kissed it. I opened my mouth and slid my lips down over the finger that had been inside me and sucked on it. Sucked on it and licked it while I looked up at him. I could still taste myself on him. At least, I thought that was me I could taste. It didn't taste like him anyhow. It was strange, tasting myself on his finger. Strangely exciting. It made my insides twist and tighten. 




Chinese Takeout Ch. 02



"Jesus Christ," he said, then "Holy fucking hell Jay-Lin, I think I better go soon."

I slipped my mouth of his finger. "Or?"

"Or I'm going to tear those little panties off you and fuck you on the floor right now."

I looked up at him, my heart pounding furiously. "You don't have to tear them off me." I moved my hands to my hips and pushed them down to my knees, raised one leg, kicked my foot free so that my panties hung from one knee. My heart went from furious to exploding. My knees fell apart. My sex felt so wet, so slippery, so swollen and hot. So exposed without my panties concealing me. I wanted him to touch me again so much.

What was I doing? 

But I knew what I'd done.

And I meant it. I really did. I was so completely willing. 

He shook his head. "Jesus fucking Christ. No, fuck no Jay-Lin, I want it to be special for you. Not a quickie on the floor."

"Whatever you do to me is going to be special Keith." I knew that. I knew if he took me right now I'd want it. I'd love it. I'd love every single thing he did to me. I wanted him that much. God, I hardly knew him and I was willing to go all the way with him. Then and there. On the floor. Was I nuts? I knew the answer to that question already. And the short answer was, well, yes. Yes yes yes. I was, like, totally officially nuts. I was lying there on the floor with my panties hanging off one leg busy proving it.

"I better go Jay-Lin, your ride's going to be here soon."

"Jesus." The clock on the wall said five to seven. Uncle Ernie would be here soon alright. And I was still in my school uniform. With my school skirt turned into a belt, my white school shirt wide open and my bra up around my neck somehow. How the heck had it got up there? I knew exactly where my panties were. Hanging off one knee.

"See you Saturday Jay-Lin." His hand ran over my stomach, my thighs, cupped me briefly where I was so hot and wet, where I longed for him to touch me so much, all while he kissed me. Kissed me hard. Kissed me as his finger pushed into me one last time. I moaned into his mouth, my hips jerking as his finger pushed into me, worked itself inside me. So big, I could feel it, feel him moving in me, exploring me and I moaned again in delight. In willing surrender. 

At last his lips parted from mine. "I can't wait." My voice was a gasp again.

He grinned down at me. "That makes two of us." He took my hand in his and placed it right on that enormous bulge in his jeans that I'd felt pushing against my thigh. He held my hand there as I looked up at him, my knees quivering. My entire body quivering. Melting anew as he held my hand against him. 

Against his hard erection.

When he released my hand, I took his hand in mine. I took it and I lifted it to my lips. I lifted to my lips and I sucked the finger that had been inside me into my mouth. This time I definitely tasted me on him. Bittersweet and a little salty, a slightly musky tang with a hint of spice and honey. Was that what I tasted like? Really? I sucked and licked his finger, my eyes watching his face, seeing his excitement, enjoying what I was making him feel.

"Fuck Jay-Lin."

"If you want to." Enjoying his reaction. 

His finger withdrew, popped from my mouth. He grinned down at me, gave me another quick kiss. His hands released me. He stood, still smiling as he looked down at me and took my hands in his, lifting me to my feet. I lifted my foot, discarding my unwanted little white cotton panties, leaving them forlorn on the white sheepskin rug as I walked with him to the front door, my hand in his. It felt strange to walk with him while wearing no panties beneath my school skirt. Strange and exciting. It was stranger still walking with him and knowing that this guy I was with had been happily fingering my sex just a minute or so ago. Stranger, but even more exciting. 

Already, I was looking forward to Saturday so much. Hours and hours and hours with Keith. All day with Keith. I had no idea what would happen apart from riding with him on his motorcycle. But whatever it was, if it was anything like this afternoon, and I hoped it would be, I was looking forward to it. 

Very much.

At the front door, Keith paused, turned towards me. Eyed me. His look thrilled me. That look told me that he wanted me. That he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. But there was one thing I needed to give him. "My cell number," I gasped.

"Tell me." He keyed my number into his phone. I keyed his into mine. When he held his arms out to me, I almost fell into them, a last embrace before he left me.

"I don't want to wait until Saturday to see you again," I breathed as one of his hands slipped under my wide open top to cup one of my breasts. At the feel of his hand on me, feeling my breast possessed with such assurance, my knees turned to jelly. Yesterday, the thought of anyone touching me like that would have embarrassed me half to death. Now? Now I wanted his hand on me anywhere he chose to touch me.

"Me neither," he said, brushing my nipple with his thumb, sending little shivers of excitement running through me. "But we're going to have to. I'm working the rest of the week."

"Would you like something to help you remember me?" I breathed hard, my heart fluttering.

He grinned. "I hate to ask, but sure."

I smiled as I slipped one hand under my skirt, slid one finger along my slit, where I was so wet. His eyes followed my hand. "Do you like how I taste?" My heart was pounding as my finger traced its way across his lips. "Do I taste that good?"

His smile sent a thrill racing through my body, a thrill that pooled at my center. 

"Yes." His answer was simple. "I do." He sucked my finger into his mouth for a moment.

I looked up at him as I withdrew my finger from his mouth. I looked up at him and I smiled and I took the hem of my skirt in both hands and bunched it in both hands and I lifted my skirt up, all the way up to my waist, exposing myself to him. He looked. His eyes ran over me, looked at the most intimate and private part of my body. A part of my body that no man but him had ever seen. A part of my body that no man had ever touched until this afternoon. 

"Taste me then," I whispered, my heart pounding furiously, on the verge of exploding, my hands shaking. My face was burning. Bright red and burning hot. I'd never imagined myself doing something like this. Not something so blatant. Something so shockingly wild. For a horrible moment, while he just looked at me, I thought I'd gone too far, messed everything up. Until he smiled. His smile sent a surge of relieved excitement flooding through me, leaving me almost light-headed.

"How could I say no to an invitation like that?" He sank to his knees on the floor in front of me, his hands moving to rest on my hips. Hips that were as naked and exposed as the rest of my body below the waistband of my skirt.

I held my skirt up, exposing myself to him. Feeling myself so wet and swollen and sensitive as he looked at me, as I felt his breathe on my skin. How could I have even said that to him? I was stunned at what I'd said. Stunned and embarrassed. At what I was doing. At the words I'd uttered. Words that had come without any conscious thought or decision. I was stunned at what I was doing as well.

But I wasn't going to change my mind either. I was far too excited for that.

I wouldn't have had much time to change my mind anyhow. An instant later, his mouth touched me, closed on me where I was most sensitive and sucked and lapped at me, his tongue sliding over my clitoris and moving downwards to where I was wettest. My hands released my skirt to clutch at his head. Clutch at his hair, holding his head against me as his tongue lapped at my slit, his mouth sucked at my sex. I felt his tongue slide over me, push, probe, find my entrance and push inwards just a little. My eyes widened, my mouth opened wide. Wider. 

"Ohhhh Christ!" Just like that I climaxed. My first ever climax. I wasn't even sure what it was when it happened, all I was aware of at the time was that it felt so wonderfully good, so wonderfully better than anything I'd ever felt in my life before. My vision blurred, I shook, I shuddered, I cried out.

"Ooohhhhh ... ooohhhh Jesus ... Oohhh Keith ... Keith!" I was holding his head in both hands, my hips jerking as I simultaneously pushed myself against his face and pulled his head against me as hard as I could. I wanted what was happening to me. Wanted it so much as I was swept away. "Ooohhhh Keith ... ohhhhh god ohhhhh god ooohhh ohhhhh ... ohhhhhh."

Somehow, it felt like I was melting, melting into his mouth where his lips were locked so intimately to me, his tongue lashing and flickering on me. I ground myself against his mouth while that golden tidal wave of pleasure surged within me, surged and broke and washed through me, filling me with pleasure, filling every part of my body, leaving me unable to think of anything else, completely focused on what I was experiencing, able only to experience what I was feeling for a moment in time that was both ecstatic and far too short. But for that moment in time, I felt as if the doors of heaven had opened to admit me and I was in paradise.

Those doors slowly shut, the ecstasy faded, paradise slowly receded from me and I was once more Jay-Lin. Jay-Lin who was half-sitting on the hallway stand, half-sitting on one of Keith's large strong hands, one leg over one of his shoulders, one foot hanging down his back, my legs spread wide, so wide. My hands clutched at Keith's head where he knelt before me, his head buried between my thighs, his mouth still on me, tenderly licking me. I looked down at the top of his head, feeling his mouth on me, feeling his tongue on me, so intimate, licking me in a way that a few brief minutes ago I wouldn't have imagined.

I couldn't have imagined because honestly, I'd had no idea that you could do something like this. But he was, I had, we had, and in the aftermath of that ecstasy I'd experienced I was filled with a golden glow of pleasure where every flicker of his tongue on me left me shuddering, quivering, responsive, wanting more. He looked up, smiling. I smiled in return, not even embarrassed now, just excited. Even more excited as I saw my wetness on his mouth and his face. 

I was putty in his hands and in that shared smile, we both knew that. He could have taken me then and there if he'd wanted to, just as I would have given myself to him earlier. I cared about nothing else. Nothing. Uncle Ernie could have walked through the door and watched me and as long as Keith kept doing what he was doing, I wouldn't have given a damn. Fortunately, Keith had a lot more self-control than an eighteen year old girl who was just discovering the pleasures that a man could bring her. He lowered his head between my thighs, thighs which I held wide apart for him. He gave me a last tantalizing lick that had me quivering and gasping before gently disengaging himself from me. 

He stood. He kissed me gently, a kiss where I could taste myself on his lips, on his tongue. 

"That sure was something to remember you by ... see you on Saturday," he breathed in my ear.

"Yes," I whispered.

He let me go, stepped away from me, opened the front door and left, turning his head to smile at me as he walked down the path to the driveway and his Harley. I watched as he swung himself astride, watched as he started it and pulled out of the driveway into the street. I waved as he drove away. He waved back, once, and then he was gone, only the fading throaty burble of his Harley remaining. Even that faded away quickly. 

Without Keith, I felt strangely bereft. 

Without my panties, I felt strangely exposed.

Without his hands and his mouth on me, I felt a little lonely.

I shut the door and looked at the hallway clock. 

I had five minutes to change. 

Shit! 

I bolted up the stairs. I'd just made it back downstairs when Uncle Ernie beeped from the driveway. I slumped into the passenger seat beside Uncle Ernie, limp, flushed, still tasting myself on my lips.

"Look like you had a fun day Jay-Lin. Hope you're hungry?" Uncle Ernie asked. 

I smiled. He had no idea how much fun my day had been. "Starving," I replied. 

I was. I was famished.

"Chrissie picked up some KFC for you and the kids," he said. The twins loved KFC. Their first choice whenever they were asked. God alone knew why. "He grinned at me. "Hope you're okay with that."

"I'm fine with that Uncle Ernie." I giggled. "KFC! Finger lickin' good!" I was feeling silly. Silly and happy. I liked licking fingers. I liked licking fingers more than I'd ever imagined I would. I was already looking forward to licking Keith's fingers on Saturday. I was looking forward to having Keith lick my fingers. I was looking forward to Keith licking a lot more than my fingers. Maybe I would lick more than Keith's fingers.

But that wasn't something I planned to talk to Uncle Ernie about.

Half way to Uncle Ernie's, I remembered I'd left my panties lying on the sheepskin rug in the living room. I could only cross my fingers, hoping Mom and Dad wouldn't notice. It wasn't like they used that room much during the week. God, I hoped not. Panties on the floor would be hard to explain.

Coming up next - Chinese Takeout - Chapter 03 - Love Changes Everything



Chinese Takeout Ch. 03







Chinese Takeout Ch. 03



"This wouldn't have happened at all if you weren't being so stubborn about that biker guy." Ginny sounded so snappy.

I looked at her in disbelief. I was so upset and angry with her that I was shaking. My face still hurt where the Chua bitch had hit me. I had a black eye that was half closed. Ginny just couldn't leave it alone could she? "Jesus Ginny, this mess is your fault. I'm lucky I didn't get suspended over this. You started all this by bitching about Keith. I told you to stop. I told you, I'm Keith's girlfriend and that's that. You just turned my life into a soap opera for half the frigging school. I mean, guess what everyone's going to be talking about today and tomorrow and next week for Christ's sake. I can tell you. Me. Let me spell it out for you. I love Keith. L. O. V. E. Get it. I'm not like you Ginny, I don't treat guy's like an accessory, I don't want a new one every week. I've got Keith, I'm his and he's mine and that's that, okay, so just lay off. I know you don't like it, I get that. And I don't care, so just shut it down Ginny, okay, and let's go home." I was so tired. Tired and sore and wondering what I was going to tell my parents. I just wanted to go home and lie down.

Ginny couldn't stop. She just couldn't shut up. "Jay-Lin, get a grip. Everyone was already talking about you after yesterday and this morning. See, you go for a ride with this biker guy and all of a sudden you're getting into fights and you're yelling at your friends. I mean, when did you ever do anything like that? He's getting to you. You're already changing Jay-Lin. Please, just dump the guy, you don't have to date anyone else, I mean, it's hard to find someone as nice as Jiffy I know, but please Jay-Lin ..."

"Jesus Ginny, didn't you just hear me? Shut it down. Now. Please. Don't be such a bitch... Please Ginny." Tears trickled down my cheeks. I didn't want this. I didn't need this. Not from Ginny. Not from my best friend.

"Jay-Lin, just listen to me. This is for your own good. You gotta stop this..." She went to put her arm round me. "Just forget this Keith guy, we'll all help, right." She looked at Marjorie and Chin-Chin and Ling. They all nodded. "We'll find a nice guy for you to date."

I knocked her arm aside. "You don't need to help Ginny. You don't need to do anything. All you need to do is just leave it alone, okay. Keith's my boyfriend and that's final." It came out as a sob.

"Jay-Lin, we're not going to leave it. This is your life. This is your future we're talking about here...we're your friends, we gotta look after you...we can't just stand by and let some old biker jerk use you Jay-Lin ... We can't do that."

"Shit, Ginny, have I ever criticized all those jerks you date? You think those dickheads you date aren't out to use you? I mean, you do blowjobs like everyone else eats icecream for christ's sake. Why the fuck do you think the guys all chase you. I mean sure, you look hot and everything but honestly, those guys you date, those guys you want to fix me up with, they're such losers. I mean, look at them. They're all dicks, all they want is to get off. They don't care about you at all. Not like Keith cares about me."

"He doesn't, he's just using you," Ginny exclaimed.

"You have no idea Ginny, you don't even know him. You don't know a thing about him so don't you dare criticize him. Don't you dare! And I know those guys you date just as well as you do so let's be honest here, you're the one being used Ginny, those guys you sleep with, they treat you like a ... like a ...

"Don't go there Jay-Lin," Ginny flared.

"I'm not the one that started this."

"You started it with that biker Jay-Lin, I mean, Peter's not a bad guy, you shouldn't have run off on him like that."

"Jesus Ginny, he's a complete dick and you set me up with him. He couldn't keep his damn hands to himself."

"Well I like him," Ginny was adamant. "I don't see anything wrong with him. So he gropes you a bit, come on, what guy doesn't."

"Sucks to be you then," I sneered at Ginny. "MY boyfriend doesn't grope me in public. So if you like him that much, go give him another blowjob if you like, next you'll be in bed with both of them at once like your friend Pauline. At least I only have one boyfriend AND I'M still a virgin. Unlike some people around here that like to screw around."

Ginny just looked at me for a long moment, her face paling. "Well fuck you too Jay-Lin Liu."

"I'll leave the fucking to you thanks. You and Mark and Jiffy and Peter and whoever next week's boyfriend is thank you so much."

She just looked at me before turning to leave. I watched Ginny storm away, my eyes clouding with tears. My best friend since forever was such a jerk. My perfect morning had been about as destroyed as a morning could be. The rest of my day had sucked too. And now Ginny had turned into a complete bitch and walked out on me.

Ginny, what did I ever do to you? 

I hated her. But at least Marjorie and Chin-Chin and Ling were still my friends.

"That wasn't very nice Jay-Lin." Ling looked at me before walking away in turn.

"Well fuck you too Ling. I thought you were my friend." I was talking to her back. She ignored me. I looked at Marjorie and Chin-Chin. They both looked at me. Looked at me and turned and walked away after Ginny. And I hadn't thought my day could get worse.

Sucked to be me.

I sat by myself in the First Aid Room. Crying. 

I couldn't face catching the bus home with all of them talking about me while I sat by myself. I just couldn't. My face still hurt where the Chua bitch had hit me. I had bruises. I had a black eye. I was going to look awful. It didn't help that the Chua bitch would look just as bad. I hoped. What was I going to tell my parents? What was I going to do? 

I had no idea. None at all.

The Admin office was empty. No-one had even checked to see that I'd gone after my friends had turned up. No-one cared what happened to me. I put my head down on the bed. At least I had my phone. But I couldn't call my parents, not when they both had so many patients to see. And my Dad was doing procedures today. He had a waiting list a mile long. Mom was just as booked. I couldn't call them. I couldn't. They'd come if I called, of course they would, but I didn't want to call. I'd have to explain wat happened. No, I wasn't calling my parents.

I could call Keith. 

Except he'd said he was working. And I wasn't even sure if he was really my boyfriend. I mean, he'd taken me for a ride on his motorcycle, we'd made out. I'd done things with him last night that I'd never dreamed of doing with anyone. He'd asked me to be his girlfriend. But maybe I was just fooling myself. Maybe Ginny was right. I didn't want her to be right but maybe she was. I just wasn't sure of anything anymore. 

Well, I was sure of one thing. I was in love with Keith. 

I looked at my phone. I couldn't run crying to him for help. I couldn't. But I didn't know what else to do. I didn't have any friends left. There was only Keith. Silent tears trickled down my cheek as I selected Keith's number. My finger hovered over the call button forever. I couldn't. I couldn't bother him. But who else could I call? Sally? Sally would be so mad with me. She was worse than Mom sometimes. I finally pressed the phone. Keith's number rang and rang and rang. Please please please answer. My heart sank. Oh please. 

Please.

"Keith speaking."

"Hi Keith." It was hard for me not to cry. It came out as a sob.

"Jay-Lin. What's wrong? What's happened?"

I couldn't speak. I just started to cry into the phone. 

"Jay-Lin, where are you? What's happened Are you okay?"

"I'm at school," I managed to choke out. "Can you come and pick me up? Please Keith."

He didn't hesitate for a second. Not a second. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes. See you out the front. I'm driving an old Dodge RAM pickup, okay."

"Okay." I sniffled. "Thank you Keith. I'm so sorry to bother you. Can you call me when you get here?" I didn't want to wait outside where anyone still there could see me looking like this.

"Sure I'll call you when I get there." Keith's voice was gentle. "Already on my way Jay-Lin, okay."

I sobbed. I felt awful. I mean, I was supposed to be his girlfriend. Not asking him to come and pick me up from school even if I had had an awful day. I felt so bad asking him. But I had no idea what else I could do. Except call my parents. And I couldn't do that. Not disturb them at work. "I'm sorry Keith, I don't want to be a bother."

"You're not Jay-Lin, never, you just wait right there, okay sweetheart."

"Okay." Sweetheart? He'd called me sweetheart.

"Better go, I gotta drive. See you in a few minutes."

"Okay." He disconnected. I looked at my phone before tucking it away with a watery smile. He hadn't even asked me why. He'd said he was coming as soon as I asked. I should wash my face.





Chinese Takeout Ch. 03



Brick walls, a polished wood floor overlain by the sort of heavy duty rubber floor pads you saw in a gym, clean, brightly lit. Rows of heavy duty gym equipment at the far end, half of which was in use. Nearest us, a dozen heavily built guys with gloves, head protectors and padding were sparring. Kicks, punches, thuds, yells and screams. Sweat, testosterone and aggression permeated the air. A muscular guy about Keith's age in black track suit pants and a tight black t-shirt looked towards us, waved, looked away, called out. "Take over for me Airborne."

"You got it Quebec." A big shaggy-haired guy with a beard on the gym equipment jogged towards the group sparring. Airborne? Quebec? The guy in black moved towards us. Moved like a dancer, smooth, coordinated, fluid for all his size. He looked all muscle, not an ounce of fat on him.

"Yo, Round Out."

"Quebec." They hugged each other. Not just a hug. This was arms around each other, back slapping, haven't seen each other in a hundred years hugging. Not the sort of thing you usually saw guys doing. Nobody except me blinked. Nobody except me even looked. Okay, so Quebec was a who, not a place. That must be his, what had Keith called it, his "handle."

"Got a favor to ask, Quebec."

"You don't have to ask Round Out, just name it man, I can do it, it's yours."

"My Old Lady here, she got beat up at High School today, Rice Girl picked on her, smacked her around. Want you to train her, train her fast, train her to win, no rules. You cool with that?"

Quebec looked me up and down. It wasn't that sleazy undress you with his eyes look that so many guys do. It was more of an appraising "what's she got, can she take it" look that made me stiffen. He reached out, finger under my chin, tilted my face up, moved it from side to side. "Got a beautiful black eye there girl. Where else she hit you?"

That was easy. I could feel where that Chua bitch had hit me. Every damn blow. Eye. Cheeks. Top of my head. Breasts. Stomach. She'd tried to scratch me and pull my hair as well. 

"She try and knee you, kick you?"

No, she hadn't.

"Show me how she hit you, slow motion."

I did my best to remember. He laughed. Looked at Keith. "Amateurs. I love 'em. Give me a month Round Out, she's gonna have to come in here pretty much every day after school though." He looked at me, his expression serious. "You want to do this girl, it's gonna be tough but you look like you can work up to it. Give me a month and you'll be able to put her down without blinking. Gonna be real hard work though. Whatddyasay? Want to do it?"

I didn't even look at Keith. I really wanted to be able to handle that Chua bitch. Give her back what she'd dished out to me. In spades. "Hey, I'm Chinese." I grinned for the first time since the morning. It hurt but it was worth it. "Since when did Chinese mind a bit of hard work?"

They both laughed. Keith squeezed my hand. 

I basked in his approval before my face fell. "I can't get here after school on my own though."

Keith and Quebec looked at each other. "Shoulda thought of that." Keith's voice was as rueful as my expression.

"Which High School?"

"Saint Bernadette's Catholic Girl's High on Truman," I chipped in before Keith could answer

Quebec's face lit up. "Hey, Olaf?"

"Yo Quebec." He was a monster. Six foot six? Maybe a bit taller. Three hundred pounds of muscle if he was an ounce, a bald head and a scarred face that if I'd met when I was on my own I'd have crossed the street to avoid. At a run. Scary did not adequately describe Olaf. Terrifying approached adequate. Even with Keith beside me, I felt a little shiver of fear run up and down my spine. "Round Out." He nodded to Keith as he came closer. His eyes ran over me expressionlessly. How come Quebec was Quebec but Olaf was Olaf? Was that a name or a handle? And nope, I was so NOT going to ask. Ask Keith maybe, later.

"You still do that delivery run down Truman afternoons don't ya?"

"Yeah, do it on my way here matter of fact."

"Got a favor to ask for Round Out." Quebec nodded towards Keith.

"Ask it, you got it Round Out."

"Round Out's Old Lady here, she's gonna be training here every day Monday to Friday after High School gets out, starting tomorrow. Needs a pickup from her High School to get her here. Saint Bernadette's Girl's on Truman."

Olaf looked at me. Looked at Keith. I would've said his expression was amused except amusement and Olaf's face didn't really go together. Not at all. "Your Old Lady, brother?"

Keith nodded. "Yeah. Her name's Jay-Lin, she doesn't have a handle of her own. Yet."

"Pleased to meet you," I smiled. Sort of. Olaf was a hard guy to smile at. Really, I wanted to back up a few steps and hide behind Keith. I managed not to though. I wasn't sure if you shook hands or not, this didn't seem like a shake hands sort of place, so I didn't stick my hand out, I didn't do anything. If he stuck his hand out, I'd shake it. He didn't.

"Yeah." Olaf didn't smile. He looked at Keith. Then he grinned. Jesus, that grin was scary. "Handle? I'll give you her handle dude. Baby Blue." He laughed. He actually looked at me and he laughed. "She's just a baby, and her face, Jesus Round Out, she's black and blue, who smacked her round? Baby Blue suits her just fine right now, but I guess the other Old Ladies'll come up with their own handle for her." He looked at me. "How'd you get yourself whacked around, girl?"

I might as well admit it. It wasn't like my bruises were invisible. It wasn't like everyone wouldn't know. "There was this bitch at school who didn't like me being Round Out's girlfriend, she doesn't like bikers, she hangs out with a bunch of Rice Boys. So she beat me up on the school bus this morning." 

Olaf shook his head. "Can't have that now, can we." His eyes were on Keith now, his expression serious. Scarily serious. Intense. "You sure about this dude, I mean, you know she's gonna get a hard time from the other Old Ladies, right? She's not the kind of girl the other Old Ladies'll take to easily. She's class man, real class. A lot of them bitches ain't, if you know what I mean."

Just like that, Olaf had made me feel good. I was class. I liked that. I liked Olaf. He was still scary, but now I wasn't quite so scared of him. Although it was still scary when he looked at me and added, "Scarier than some little Rice Girl bitch on the bus."

"Whatever Keith wants," I said, trying hard to feel brave and not really succeeding.

Keith squeezed my hand. "Yeah, I'm sure brother, she's the one."

Olaf just looked at him for a moment longer, then nodded. "On you, bro, but I got your back best as I can."

Keith looked back. "Appreciate that Olaf. Anything I can do, it's yours, you know that brother." They did that biker-hug thing that Keith had done with Quebec when we arrived.

"I'll meet you here and take you home after your workout Jay-Lin," Keith was smiling down at me. 

I smiled back. "If you're okay, that works for me. But I don't want to be any trouble." Keith just grinned at me. That look was all the answer I needed. That look and that grin told me that he wanted to take care of me. That was all the reassurance I needed. I looked to Quebec. "Do I need to bring anything?" I wasn't sure what I should call him. Sir just didn't seem right. "And uh, excuse me, but what should I call you?"

They all laughed. I didn't get the joke but at least they thought I was funny. "You can just call me Quebec, girl, that's my handle. And Olaf here, his handle is Olaf." He grinned at Olaf. Olaf grinned right back. Shit, that grin was scary. Really. "Bring a track suit, tight t-shirt, wear a sports bra, running shoes and a sweat band, something to tie your hair back with. You can change in my office when you get here. No changing room or showers for girl's here so Round Out's gonna have to take you home all sweaty." 

They all laughed again. Keith gave my hand another squeeze. "Okay, thanks guys, this is really above and beyond. I owe both of you."

Quebec and Olaf both grinned. Quebec turned away from us.

"Listen up." His voice carried through the gym. Silence fell. Everyone stopped what they were doing, turned to look at him. He reached back, took my arm as Keith let go my hand, pulled me forward to stand next to him.

"This here is Round Out's Old Lady." His voice had a different timbre. No longer friendly, no longer jovial. Now it was commanding. Like Ms. Schwartzkopf's voice, this was a "do what I tell you or you'll die painfully" voice. Except with Quebec, it really was. It wasn't an act. "She's gonna be training here every afternoon starting tomorrow, some Rice Girl beat her up coz she's Round Out's Old Lady and we're not taking that shit. No-one beats up an SBC brother's Old Lady and gets away with it. Nobody this side of Hell anyways. So she's getting the special training. You guys, you see she needs a hand, needs advice, you give it to her, okay. And be fucking nice about it."

His voice relaxed, went humorous, you could almost hear the laughter. "You can call her Baby Blue for now, no need to ask why." I blushed as they all looked at me and laughed. When I blushed, they laughed even harder. "Now get back to fucking training you lazy bastards."

A chorus of laughter and "Yo's" echoed around the gym while I stood there burning a fiery red. Quebec turned back towards Keith.

Olaf nodded to Round Out. "What time she needs picking up?"

"Three fifteen." Keith looked at me. I nodded.

"'Kay. I'll be driving a white delivery van." He looked at me. Laughed. "You'll recognize me won't you?"

I had to giggle. "Yeah, I don't think I'll mistake you for one of my friend's Mom's."

Not that I had any friends. Not now.

They all laughed. Even Olaf. He turned and headed back onto the mats.

"Okay, better get you home girl." Keith's hand slapped my butt lightly. Instantly, I wanted him. Wanted him the same way I'd wanted him last night. I looked up at him, almost panting. I didn't care that my lips were bruised, my face hurt. I wanted to feel his lips and his hands on my body. I wanted to expose my body to him. I wanted to excite him and tempt him and offer myself to him. Just because he slapped my butt? Jay-Lin! Time for a cold shower. 

But I didn't want a cold shower. I wanted Keith. Oh god, I was panting. Really I was. How embarrassing. 

Quebec chuckled. "Think you better." They grinned at each other. 

"Really appreciate this Quebec," Keith said. "See you tomorrow."

He took my hand, leading me out of the gym, out into that stinking street, back to the pickup. Charlie was still sitting there, watching as I climbed into the passenger's seat. When he saw me looking at him, he nodded. I opened the window. "Hey, Charlie?" 

"Yeah?"

"You like coffee?"

"Cream and lotsa sugar."

"Bring you one tomorrow afternoon if you're here."

"I'm always here lady." He grinned. God, half his teeth were missing. "This is my spot."

He was still watching as we drove away. 





Chinese Takeout Ch. 03



"You were meant for me," I said, serious now. Wildly excited. But also utterly serious.

"And you, Jay-Lin, you were meant for me." Neither of us smiled. We were beyond smiling. We were beyond anything except each other.

"Forever." I meant it.

"Forever." He meant it, I knew that. His eyes told me that, his face, the way he looked at me while he said it.

Then he smiled. I smiled. I smiled and, very gently, I touched my lips to his. We kissed. A delicate gentle brushing of the lips, an endless kiss, a sharing of breath and of souls that went on and on and on until at last I lifted my mouth from his. His hands continued to cup my butt, warm and strong, gentle, not demanding, not groping, just there, exciting me just by being there, but now my impatience, my haste, my rushing eagerness had been replaced by a willing patience. I was his, I would be all his when it was right and Keith would decide that for me. All I had to do was be there, be Keith's. And I was.

I unbuttoned two of my shirt buttons while we kissed. As my mouth lifted from his I pulled my shirt open, raised myself up, offered him my breast, offered him the swollen and aching nipple that I'd exposed for him. I sighed as his lips closed on that nipple, sighed and stroked his hair with one hand, my body shuddering with the pleasure of his lips and tongue sucking at me, licking me. Taking more and more of my breast into his mouth as I held my shirt open for his mouth. 

I was shaking, moaning quietly, pushing my breast into his mouth, my hand no longer stroking his hair but holding his head, holding his head as I forced myself closer to him, wanting all of my breast in his mouth, sobbing as I succeeded. There was nothing shy about me now, nothing tentative. I wanted what he was doing to me. I wanted his mouth on me, teasing my nipple, licking at my breast, sucking at my breast. On and on and on while I held his head, the pleasure of it rippling through me in little waves. His mouth lifted from me, he sucked in a breath.

"You're so fucking beautiful Jay-Lin," he whispered, almost as if it hurt him. "I want you so fucking much." His hands squeezed my butt lightly, moving me closer to him so that I pressed against him where he was so hard. "You have no idea how much girl." His mouth closed on my breast again, sucking hard for a moment so that I whimpered.

I did know. I wanted him that much myself. I moved my hand to his face, stroking his cheek, feeling his muscles moving as he suckled on me. I took his face, held his face with both hands, tilting his head up so that he into my eyes. "I do Keith, I know that. I know how much you want me and I want you that much too. I want you as much as you want me." I kissed him, a quick little kiss. "I'm yours Keith, forever and always." I kissed him again. "Let's go back to my place before I tear my panties off and we get arrested."

He laughed. Laughed and kneaded my butt so that I really did want to rip my panties off. He knew. He knew what he was doing to me. He knew that I knew. I knew that he knew that I knew. God, everything was so complicated and yet at the same time everything was also so very simple. He was making me squirm and blush just with that squeeze and that laugh. I was gone. I was completely gone and we both knew it. "Okay, buckle up."

I smiled happily as he half lifted me off him, sliding back to my side of the seat. I didn't bother doing my shirt up. I'd only have to undo it again after we got home. After we pulled back onto the road, I took his hand and placed it back on my thigh without a word. He glanced sideways, we shared smiles. I was his and I wanted him to know that. That shared look told me that he knew that. Knew that and cherished the knowledge. Cherished me. His hand stroked my inner thigh, soft gentle movements of his fingers on my skin, almost but not quite brushing my panties. Almost but not quite touching me where I badly wanted him to touch me. I caught him glancing at me, caught the wicked grin that he meant me to see. He was driving me crazy and he knew it.

It took twenty minutes to drive home to my parents. Twenty minutes of torment, while I sat there with his hand on my thigh, stroking me, teasing me, not quite touching me so that my panties were soaked through, my body tingling and burning. I could have taken his hand and pressed it against me where I so wanted him to touch me but I didn't. Instead, I sat there and savored the anticipation, the slowly growing excitement that I felt, the increasingly unbearable need to feel his hand on me. I didn't talk. I couldn't talk. Not intelligently anyhow. All I could do was sit there and melt onto the seat of his pickup. And Keith? Keith just glanced at me every now and then and smiled. He knew what he was doing to me. 

Halfway home, I glanced at him, saw him looking at me again. His hand squeezed my thigh. I half-giggled, half-moaned shaking my head in sudden and slightly bemused disbelief. Or was it amused with myself? I wasn't quite sure.

"What?" He was grinning.

"Us," I said. "I mean, here we are and I know hardly anything about you and we've known each other less than a week. I don't even know where you live or what you do or ... or anything much except that I love you."

His amused look echoed mine. "No kidding. I look at you and I ask myself how come I'm in love with this gorgeous girl and I don't know anything much about her except her name and her High School and where she lives. But I'm totally in love with her and it all just happened, a bolt from the blue."

"That's how I feel. You took me for a ride on your Harley and bam, I'm addicted. To you." I paused, serious for a moment. Again. "Saturday, I want to know everything about you, okay?" I did. "I want your life history, where you live, what you do, what you like, what you eat, I want to know everything Keith." Now I grinned. "Not that I'm nosey or anything but if I'm yours, I want to know you."

His hand squeezed my thigh. "You will, and I want to know all about you Jay-Lin." He chuckled.

I smiled. "There's not much to know. Girl. Eighteen. Goes to High School. No friends as of today. Two parents, both of them doctors and workaholics. One boyfriend in her life, this guy called Keith. Nothing much has ever happened to her." I smiled again, shyly. "Until she met Keith."

"Until Keith met Jay-Lin." He was looking at me with those wonderful blue eyes that just made me feel so dreamy. The blaring horn and the squeal of brakes off to one side jerked both of us back to looking at the road.

"Shit, I just drove through a four way stop!" Keith half-laughed, shaking his head. The guy in the car was giving us the finger.

"Sorry," I murmured. "I'll stop distracting you."

He laughed. We weren't too far away now. I rang home, just to make sure no-one was there before we arrived. Keith glanced at me. I smiled. "No-one's home."

His hand squeezed my thigh and now he brushed my panties so that I shivered. Mrs. Purvis was out in the front garden when we pulled in. She looked at me sharply as I climbed out of the pickup, taking in my flushed and bruised face at a glance. She gave Keith a rather more hostile look but said nothing. She didn't usually say much to me. She said nothing to my Dad. She and Mr. Purvis and my Dad didn't get on at all. My Dad made snide comments about Mr. Purvis every now and then. Right now, I was glad of that. It meant my parents wouldn't hear anything about Keith from the Purvis's. One less thing to worry about.

I took Keith's hand in mine and walked with him towards the front door. I didn't even ask if he was coming in. I just opened the door. Keith said nothing as he followed me inside. I didn't even ask about coffee either, I just kicked my shoes off and led him towards that beautiful white sheepskin rug. He followed. When I turned my head, he was looking at me, his expression saying he could eat me alive. My body followed my look, turning towards him, turning into him, into his arms without a second thought. I wanted him to hold me and kiss me, to kiss me hard, but my face and my mouth just hurt too much.

"I love you Keith." All my feelings and emotions and pent up excitement and anticipation went into those four words. 

"I love you Jay-Lin." His breath ruffled the hair on the top of my head. When he said that to me, said those words that meant so much to me, I just wanted to die from sheer happiness. He knew that. He knew that and he smiled at me as his hands finished unbuttoning my shirt. One by one, so quickly that before I could do more than draw in a quick breath he'd unbuttoned it completely and he was pushing it off my shoulders, pushing it down and off me to drop on the floor. Just like that I was naked from the waist up. 

Suddenly, I was shy. It was one thing to lie there with my shirt unbuttoned and Keith's hands and mouth on me. It was another thing entirely to be naked from the waist up, wearing nothing, completely exposed to him. I hadn't thought about what that would feel like. I could feel a blush spreading from my face down my neck to my shoulders and chest. Instinctively, my arms moves to cross across myself, concealing my breasts from his eyes. Which was just silly considering I'd been doing my best to force feed him one less than twenty minutes earlier.

One of his hands took mine and moved it aside. "Your breasts are lovely Jay-Lin," he murmured, and now his hand stroked my breast, very gently, very slowly. I was suddenly aware of how achingly hard my nipples were. Of how much I wanted his hands and his mouth on my breasts. Slowly I removed my other arm, watching him looking at my breasts, my shyness evaporating as my excitement grew. His hands found the zipper of my skirt, unhooked and unzipped it and thirty seconds after that my skirt joined my shirt, leaving me standing there in my very unsexy regulation white cotton briefs and my white knee socks.

I know I keep mentioning jelly, but I was. My legs were jelly. I was jelly. Hot wet jelly. But this time I was jelly that wanted more. My hands worked at his buttons, undoing his shirt. He stood there smiling as I pulled it off him. He stood there smiling as I fumbled clumsily at his jeans, undoing his belt, unzipping them, sinking to my knees to pull them down and work them off him, first one foot and then the other, leaving him in black boxers. Black boxers with a huge bulge that made me feel faint. Should I remove his boxers? I sort of wanted to but I was also a little afraid.

I really wasn't sure what to do next but Keith took that decision out of my hands. He sank to his knees and then to the sheepskin rug, his hand urging me down with him. I needed no encouragement. I was down on my back on that sheepskin rug in seconds flat. On my back and looking up at him a little shyly. Yesterday I'd still had my shirt and skirt on, even if in disarray. Today, only my panties remained and I knew that if he didn't remove them, I would. I would be naked. Naked before Keith. I wanted that. I wanted to feel his eyes on me. His hands on me. I wanted him to see all of me.

I got that. I got what I wanted. He lay on his side beside me, propped up on one arm, his other hand on my stomach, so large, dwarfing me. Lying beside me, he dwarfed me everywhere. I was so petite compared to him, and seeing the enormity of that bulging hardness inside his boxers, feeling him against my thigh, I was nervous. Nervous and uncertain about what to do. Scared but willing. Very very willing. Keith's fingers traced a slow circle around my belly button so that I half-giggled. A half-giggle that turned into a gasp as his fingers explored downwards, tracing the tight elastic of my briefs across my lower stomach.

He was looking at me, looking at my face, looking into my eyes as his fingers jumped over my panties to my thighs, stroking upwards from my knees, his fingers sliding up the insides of my legs, my inner thighs, brushing my panties so that I gasped, my hips twitching, my knees moving further apart. His finger traced me through my panties, pressing gently inwards where I was so wet, such exquisite sensations rippling through me that all I could do was open my mouth wide and look up at him. I was helplessly held on his fingertip, wanting, wanting more.

His smile thrilled me to my toes. "You're so wet."

"Uh-huh." It was hard to be non-committal when all I wanted to do was feel his hand inside my panties. Feel his finger inside me. It was hard but I managed. His lips quirked. He knew.

His fingers ran upwards, up to the waistband of my panties, one finger hooking underneath, dragging my panties irresistibly downwards, down to the tops of my thighs, exposing my sex to his eyes. Down to my knees. I drew one knee back, frantically kicked my foot free, then the other, discarding my panties. I was naked, naked and exposed to Keith's eyes. My body naked for his hands and his mouth to touch, to explore. To do whatever he wanted to. That made me feel so vulnerable, so defenseless, so open and accessible to his hands, to his mouth. To him.

I was naked but for my white knee socks. Unless he wanted to lick my toes, they could stay on. I wasn't going to waste my time removing them. A sudden memory of what he'd done to me in the hallway yesterday popped into my mind, drawing a moan of embarrassed excitement from me. Has I done that? Had I really asked him to do that? Was I really that shameless? I looked up at him, feeling an electrifying surge of excitement as I caught his eyes running down my body. Deliberately, very deliberately, I moved my arms so that my hands rested on the rug above my head and I knew that with Keith, yes, yes I was, I was that shameless. 

He smiled down at me, his fingers sliding featherlight over my sex, brushing me so that I shivered and gasped, my knees falling wide apart, exposing myself completely to him. Feeling his fingers tease me open, so slippery, so wet, parting for him as my clitoris throbbed, as my hips jerked. I half turned towards him, my back arching a little, wanting to feel my naked breasts against his skin, succeeding as he leaned in towards my, his chest crushing down on me, on my swollen nipples, my breasts pushing against him, rubbing against him, the friction of my skin against his beyond anything I'd imagined.

"You're so fucking beautiful Jay-Lin." His voice was full of a desire that seemed to reach deep into me and twist me inside so that I moaned out loud as his finger parted me, finding my center and pushing inside me, pushing, pushing, sliding up in me until his palm cupped my sex. I lay there, helpless, gasping, held enthralled by his hand on me, his finger inside me and then he was easing it in and out and I could feel it moving in me, moving in and out of me. So good, it felt so good, such a delicious surrender as he explored me, as his finger penetrated me, caressing the smooth slippery walls inside where I clasped him, where I felt him. "Do you like that?" His finger pushed deeper into me, I heard myself making wet noises where his finger penetrated me. 

I didn't like it. I loved it. I wanted it. I wanted more. "Yes ... ohhh yes... oooh Keith... yes... Yes!" 

My back arched, my mouth opened wide, I tried to breath, tried to moan, tried to tell him what I was feeling, how much I wanted this, how much I loved him, how much I loved what he was doing to me. It was impossible, all I could do was lie there looking up at him and making helplessly excited little noises as his hand moved on me, as his finger moved in me, as my knees jerked wider apart to make more room for his hand. The sensations his finger were creating were indescribable. I couldn't get enough of what was happening to me. "Yes ... it's so good ... it's so good."

He wasn't doing anything else to me. Not kissing me, not kissing or touching my breasts. Just looking down at me as I lay on my back beside him gasping and moaning, my body arching and shuddering, my legs spread wide, helplessly enthralled by his hand on me and his finger penetrating me. His eyes, his eyes looked at me, his smile heated me. His look made me feel beautiful in a way different from anything I'd felt before when guys looked at me. Keith's look made me feel both beautiful and obscene in the way I was exposed to him. 

I'd never believed a guy looking at me naked could excite me so much. Always before I'd thought it was somehow not very nice. Now, just his eyes on me made me moan with excitement. His touch sent waves of pleasure rippled through me, jolts of sensation from my swollen little clitoris joining those ripples to create larger waves. I could feel my own wetness increasing with my excitement, feel his finger moving in me, sliding in and out, probing, pressuring me within and I was so wet and exposed and vulnerable and so incredibly aroused.

I didn't know what to say, what to do but it didn't matter in the end. All I needed to do was lie there and let Keith do what he was doing to me. Looking up at him, looking up at his face I could see that he was enjoying this, enjoying bringing me this incredible pleasure. I could feel him pressed against me, his body warm and strong, cradling me in one arm while his other hand worked on me. His erection, still concealed within his boxers, pressed hot and hard against my thigh, promising more. I wanted to touch him there, I wanted to feel that hardness but within me, something began to build that held me helpless.

"Keith ... Keith...ohhh Keith..." I could feel something immense building up within me, so immense that I was almost scared by the intensity of that sensation. I was riding a wave, a wave of sensation and pleasure that swelled and ebbed and swelled again, building higher and higher with every movement of his finger inside me, every caress of his hand. There was something inexorable about that wave as it swelled and grew within me, something that couldn't be denied, something that had me in its grip, that was carrying my body with it and now there was nothing I could do. It was as if my body had taken over and I was along for the ride.

The fingers of one hand were clutching at his back, my other hand clawing at the sheepskin rug on which I lay, feet flat on the floor, my legs spread wide, my hips lifting and pushing jerkily against Keith's hand, grinding myself against him as his finger moved with slippery ease within me. His hand twisted, his thumb massaged my swollen clitoris, his finger inside me twisted, a slow circular motion inside me as if he was reaching around inside me, exploring my inner walls. Too much, it was too much, that wave that had been building and building within me soared, crested, everything inside me was pounding, pulsating, soaring upwards and then that enormous wave broke. 

My body seemed to almost explode in orgasm, I cried out, I wailed, my body lifting, pushing against the pressure of his hand as the hot waves washed through me. Washed through me and carried me away in a wave of golden stars that left me collapsed in limp exhaustion on the sheepskin rug, my body sheened with sweat. 

He gave me no time to recover. None. Even as I was clutching desperately at the rug and at Keith, my hips bucking wildly upwards against his hand, my sex squeezing down on his finger like a vice, he was moving, moving down, moving to kneel between my legs. His finger withdrew from me, both his hands found my legs, lifted them, spread them wide and pushed them back as I lay limp. For a heart-stopping moment I thought he was about to take me, but then he lowered his head, his hands slid a little down to the backs of my thighs, forcing my legs back a little more, exposing my sex completely to him. His head moved lower, I felt his breath on me, on my swollen sex, and then he licked me.

"OOOHHHHHHHHH." His tongue ran up my slit, sliding inwards between my swollen lips where I was so wet, sending helpless shivering pleasure through me that culminated in his tongue flickering across my clitoris before running back down. This wasn't like yesterday in the hallway. This was so intense, so good that my heart almost stopped beating. My hands beat at the carpet, my body bucked with wild excitement on the sheepskin rug but his hands held me firmly where he wanted me. It was as if I was a bowl that he was drinking at, his hands holding me, spreading my legs wide and holding them back so that my sex was offered up to his mouth as a cup from which he drank.




Chinese Takeout Ch. 03



And drink my wetness he did. I'd had no idea I could feel so exposed, that he could hold me like this, expose me and make me feel so vulnerable, so helpless, so open to him. So helplessly and completely open. So excited at the way he exposed me. He did. And I could do nothing. Nothing at all other than experience what he was doing to me. Experience that feeling of helpless vulnerability and exposure as his hands held me, as his mouth worked on my sex, as his tongue licked and probed and explored and tasted me. As he lapped at and swallowed my wetness. His finger in me had been good. This was beyond good.

I was still caught up in the after throes of my first climax as his mouth seized on my sex. My hands flailed around, found his head between my legs, clutched at him as my feet kicked upwards towards the ceiling while I tried to breath, to moan, to cry out. I was helplessly in the grip of that pleasure that he was bringing me, his mouth and his hands controlling my body so that all I was doing was reacting to what he was doing to me. Conscious thought was completely beyond me. 

I was so swollen and wet, every time his tongue touched me I felt a flood of new wetness where his mouth connected to me, as his tongue licked me from bottom to top, ending at my clitoris which he sucked on briefly before letting go and repeating. Again and again and again, each long slow slide of his tongue up my slit producing a burst of wet heat inside me that was so intense I couldn't do anything except lie there and take it, barely absorbing one lone slow lick before the next began. I wanted to look, I wanted to see what he was doing to me and when I raised my head, it was to see his face buried between my thighs, his mouth pressed against me as his tongue sliced up my sex so that I cried out, my body juddering wildly.

He lifted his mouth from me, his hands on my thighs spreading me wide and pinning me in place even while I tried to lift myself towards him. That grin! He was teasing me again. Torturing me when he knew I wanted his mouth to stay on me so much. He chuckled as my hips jerked against his hands, seeking his mouth. I was helpless against the strength of those hands. Which didn't stop me from trying. I couldn't have stopped myself from trying even if I'd wanted to. I needed what he was doing to me, I needed it so much. I wanted it so much. My hands clutched at his head, trying to force his face downwards between my spread-eagled thighs, wanting his mouth on me, his tongue on me. Wanting that desperately.

"Keep still girl," he growled, "I wanna lick those legs of yours like a puppy."

He did. I moaned. Then I squealed as his tongue licked along my slit, licked the back of my thigh, licked my inner thighs wetly before returning to my sex and repeating on my other thigh. I squealed and squealed, he was driving me crazy, his tongue, his lips, licking me, sucking on me, his tongue flickering over my clitoris, running up and down my slit, probing my entrance, running over my thighs where he held me spread so wide. His hands on my thighs held my legs so far back, so wide apart, kept me so exposed to him, so open, my sex offered up to him, to his mouth, to his eyes.

"UUUUGHHHHHHNNNNUUUGHHHHHHH."

Offered up to the finger with which he casually slipped inwards through my entrance, penetrating with slippery ease all the way up inside me until his palm crushed my sex, his finger deep inside me where I wanted him to touch me. That sudden digital penetration surprised me even as the sensation rippled through me, a sensation that his tongue 

Oh Jesus, he was twisting his finger inside me and licking me all around where his finger eased in and out of me. Oh Jesus jesus jesus that was so good so good so amazingly good. "Ohhhhh ... Ooohhhh ... OOOHHHH ... OOOOHHHHH JESUS ... OOHHHH KEITHKEITHKEITH OOHHH FUCK OHHH FUCK...!"

I'd thought that first orgasm was amazing. This one was wild. I wailed as it barreled through me, pumping my sex upwards at his mouth, clutching at his head, my feet beating a wild tattoo in mid air as those surging waves flooded my body, overwhelmed my mind, making me forget everything, able to experience only what was happening to me and nothing else. By the time I'd finished climaxing that second time, I wasn't limp, I was jelly. Exhausted, glowing golden jelly. I couldn't even speak. I just lay there. Sobbing for breath, helpless. Seeing Keith smiling down at me, his mouth, his face, wet. Wet with me.

Now I was feeling shy. Which was silly. I mean, I was naked, he'd been licking and kissing and fingering my sex for goodness sake. He'd seen everything there was to see of me. He'd had his face buried between my legs for the last half hour and I was feeling shy. I giggled and blushed and panted all at the same time.

"What" he grinned? I'm sure he had some idea what I was thinking.

"I'm feeling silly," I gasped. I was. Silly and happy and also, I wanted to see him. To see his cock and to do for him what he had done for me. My hand moved to rest on that hard bulging length inside his boxers. My heart did that little fluttery thing that made my breath catch. I wanted to see him the way he'd seen me. I wanted to see what was under my and, concealed by his boxers. The thought scared me, made my heart race, my nipples ache, my sex tighten, but I wanted to see him. 

"I want to see it," I said. And now I wasn't all limp. I was still glowing, but now I half sat up as I started to work his boxers down with both hands. Keith smiled, lifting his hips off the ground and holding himself easily while I tugged his boxers down to his upper thighs. His cock sprang free. Long and straight and undeniably very hard, the straining veins and the bulbous head gave it a powerful and dangerous look. The sight of it made me nervous. And excited. Definitely excited. Although it was a lot bigger than his finger. And his finger had felt huge inside me. Nevertheless, I looked.

I looked. I saw. I was conquered.

I said the first thing that came into my mind. "It's huge."

He chuckled. "You've never seen one before, have you.?"

I shook my head, unable to take my eyes off him. Of it. THAT was supposed to fit inside me? The thought made me feel weak. How? How was something that big ever going to get into me? I cupped my sex with one hand. Protectively? Or just to do a size comparison? I had no idea.

Keith laughed. "It's not that big Jay-Lin."

"It isn't?" My voice was a squeak.

"It's not." He smiled. "Relax, I'm not going to fuck you tonight."

"You're not?" I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. On the whole, I think it was relief that was predominant, even though I wanted him to have me.

"No, we're taking this step by step Jay-Lin, I know you want me, and I know I want you, but there's no need to rush, we'll take this bit by bit, okay."

"Okay." Okay, I was relieved. But I did want to satisfy him. I eyed his cock speculatively. I'd never given a guy a blowjob. Heck, I'd never given a guy anything but a kiss. And NOT on his cock either. With Keith? With Keith I was willing to try. "What should I do?" I looked at him a little anxiously. "Should I ...uhhh ... give you a ... you know ... use my mouth?"

He smiled, stroking my hair, a contemplative look on his face. I saw his cock twitch and jerk. My eyes widened. "Why does it do that?"

It jerked again. All by itself. Oh my. 

He chuckled. "Because you're so fucking hot Jay-Lin, it knows what it wants." He gave me that look again. "No blowjob, not this time. How about your hand?"

I nodded eagerly. "Would you like me to do that." I reached for his cock with my hand. "Uhh ... can you tell me what to do?" I had no idea. I mean, I didn't think I should just hold it, but it wasn't like I'd studied this. He didn't say anything, He just eased me over onto my back, moving to kneel over me while my hand held his cock. Holding him, I could sense that latent power his cock contained, an anergy, a vibrant hardness. "Do I rub it like this?" I began to stroke him with my hand, carefully.

"Yeah, that's right Jay-Lin." He was breathing hard. "Only not so hard, don't grip it in the same place, slide your hand up and down on the skin."

I did as I was told, looking down between us, watching as that swollen head appeared and then disappeared beneath the foreskin.

"Not so fast," he breathed, "it's not a race, there's no hurry."

My hand was working on his cock, up and down, stroking him in long leisurely strokes as he looked down at me. "Is that right?" I gasped.

"You're doing fine Jay-Lin." His smile, his quickened breathing, told me that I was. I could feel him tensing as my hand stroked him, faster, harder. That seemed to be what he enjoyed so I did it. He looked like he was going to eat me alive. Again. I smiled happily.

"Jesus Jay-Lin, you're so fucking beautiful." He said it again as my hand held him, stroked him, feeling him so hard. Thick and hard and so long. So big in my hand. I loved the feel of him, loved knowing that I was doing for him what he'd done for me. Loved hearing his breathing quicken, seeing the excitement on his face. I started stroking him faster, seeing his immediate reaction, seeing the pleasure I was giving him.

"Is that good?" I gasped.

"Fuck yes," he groaned, his eyes on mine.

"On me," I moaned, my hand stroking him as hard and fast as I could. Jesus, my arm and my wrist were getting sore but I wasn't stopped for anything. Not until he finished, "I want you to finish on me. I want to see you."

I loved the look on his face. The intensity, the excitement, the desire. For me. All for me. I loved knowing that I was pushing him over the edge. That he'd lost control to me. To my hand. Just as I had lost control to him, to his mouth and to his hands. I wanted so much to do for him what he'd done for me and now I was. I was. He was so hard under my fingers. So excited, straining. I knew he was near.

"Keith ... Keith..." I gasped, breathless. From exertion. And excitement. Okay, this was exciting. "Next time you can fuck me, okay ..." I looked up into his eyes, his straining face, my hand working on hims, stroking him. "You can fuck me fuck me fuck me." Yes! I felt his cock throb in my hand.

"UUUGGGHHHHHHHH." He threw his head back and groaned. A jet of white exploded from the tip of his cock, spurting hotly upwards between our bodies in a long thick white rope that splattered onto my breasts. I even felt some on my chin and neck. My hand continued to stroke him, feeling his cock throbbing under my fingers, watching with rapt excitement as spurt after spurt of his cum jetted outwards in thick ropy trails, forming a growing pool of white on my stomach. There was so much of it. So much. A flood that never seemed to end. God, how much of it was there? I stroked him hard, his cock throbbed, pulsed, spurted onto me, gradually trailing away until at last there were only small droplets.

He went still, his breath released in a long exhausted sigh. "Fucking Jesus," he whispered, looking down at me, smiling, then brushing my hair back from my face.

I let go of his cock, feeling it rest on my stomach, the tip dipping into that pool of creamy fluid in my navel, softer now, soft and sticky and a little smaller. God, I was so sweaty. And my hand was so wet. Dripping. Coated with his cum. I looked at it, looked at the pool of cum on my stomach, splattered across my breasts, pooling on my skin. "There's so much," I marveled. So much that it was starting to run off me to trickle onto the sheepskin. 

Keith saw that too. "Don't move" he said, reaching past me to pick up my panties. He used them to mop the creamy liquid from my sides and stomach even as I used my dripping fingers to massage it into my breasts, dipping my fingertips into the thick sticky fluid splattered across my skin, feeling its texture, rubbing it onto my nipples and breasts while he mopped the pool on my stomach. After he'd cleaned my stomach up, he eased back a little and wiped his cock clean on my panties, smiling as he watched me rubbing and massaging his cum on my breasts while I was watching him, watching him wipe a large drop from the end of his cock. 

I found myself wondering what it tasted like. I wanted to know. I mean, Ginny talked about giving her dates blowjobs and I knew she swallowed their stuff, she'd described that in graphic detail to Marjorie and Ling and Chin-Chin and I. If I gave Keith a blowjob in future, and I knew I was going to, I knew we'd get there and probably sooner rather than later, I wanted to know. I wanted to prepare myself. And Ginny said she swallowed, so it couldn't be awful. I mean, Ginny said she liked the taste.

I looked back up at Keith. "What does it taste like?"

He grinned. "Don't know, but I don't think it tastes like Strawberry milkshake."

I giggled. If it had, Ginny would have mentioned it. I didn't give myself more time to think. I ran my finger through some droplets of his cum on my skin below my breasts, scooped it up on my fingertip and put my finger in my mouth. Keith watched me as I licked my finger clean. It tasted salty, bitter, a little acidic even. I wasn't sure if I liked it, but it wasn't bad, just new and strange. I sucked my finger clean, then licked his cum of my other fingers, one by one. 

"You're right," I giggled. It just seemed funny. "It doesn't taste like Strawberry Milkshake at all." I scooped up another fingertip of cum from my shoulder. How on earth? Now, now it was my turn to tease Keith. I smiled, keeping my eyes on his as I raised that finger to my lips. I held it there for a second, long enough that I could breathe in the scent of his cum, long enough that I felt his cock twitch where it rested on my stomach. Oh? So he found this exciting? That was good to know.

I smiled again, smiled as I ran my tongue around the sides of my finger, carefully keeping that fingertip from slipping into my mouth. Then, very slowly, I licked his cum off my fingertip before sliding my finger into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it, licking it clean. Then I swallowed.

"No, it's definitely not Strawberry Milkshake," I breathed. "But I like it all the same."

"You sexy little tease." Keith smiled as he took my hand, wiped my fingers more or less clean.

"Sorry about the mess," he murmured as he dropped my now thoroughly sodden panties onto the floor beside me.

"I'm not," I smiled happily, stretching like a cat that had just lapped up a huge saucer of cream. Although on second thoughts, considering the way he'd lapped at me and the way I'd been covered in creamy stuff, maybe I was the saucer and he was the cat. Whatever. I felt like that cat anyway, sated and content. Happy to lie naked beneath him, watching him looking down at me. I liked him looking at me. I liked being naked for him to look at. I didn't feel shy at all now.

"I wish we had all night," I added, cuddling up closer to him as he moved to lie beside me. "I want you." I half sat up, pushing him onto his back where he went, willingly. I rolled up and over him, lying on him, naked and that felt so very good. Feeling his naked body under mine, his skin against my skin, my breasts against his chest, his body between my legs as I looked down into his face. Into his eyes.

I held his face with both hands and I kissed him hard. Damn the bruises. Damn my aching lips. I didn't care. I wanted to kiss him properly. I was breathing hard when my mouth lifted from his. "You know you can have me Keith, you can do it to me, I want you to, next time you can do it to me."

He smiled. "Soon Jay-Lin, soon." His hand stroked me, sliding over my back, my hips, my butt. A caress of contentment and love. "Never rush anything good." He held me, his body warm against mine, warm and naked, his cock resting wetly against my thigh where I lay on him. I liked the feel of his naked body pressed against me, I liked knowing we were together likes this. I liked knowing that I'd satisfied him. I was glowing. A contented and satisfied happiness that filled me. I was no longer upset with Ginny and my friends. I had what they didn't, and they didn't even know it. I had a boyfriend that loved me so much, a boyfriend whom I loved, and what could be better than that. 

I couldn't think of a thing. 

Except maybe being completely his.

I smiled back, my hands on his face, still cupping him. "I better start cooking dinner for Mom and Dad soon." Somehow time had flown by, it was almost seven. Still, I refused to move.

"I better get moving, I don't want to shock them." He grinned.

"I want them to meet you sometime," I said, "I just need to figure out how to explain us to them."

He chuckled. "Well, you don't want them to meet me like this sweetheart." He kissed me. 

I giggled, giggled and sat up on him and found his cock and held it in my hand. "I'm pretty much sure you're right about that." I liked holding his cock, soft and slightly wet and sticky as it was. I'd never even seen a real one before tonight and here I was, happily holding it in my hand, not shy and not embarrassed. I knew then that already I had changed a lot. 

Keith pulled me down on him and kissed me again. "Don't rush it Jay-Lin, that's going to be a tough one."

"I know, I know." I smiled. "But I'll figure out something."

He kissed me lightly. "We'll figure it out Jay-Lin, everything's going to work out for us." He was so confident. It was infectious. I bounced to my feet, smiling as he watched me. He lay there watching me as I slipped my skirt and shirt on, not bothering with my underwear. Well, I wasn't going to wear those panties was I? I liked it that he watched me while I dressed.

I watched him dress in turn, curiously. I'd never watched a guy dress before. It was interesting. When he was finished, he took me in his arms, held me close, stroking my hair.

"Hang in their Jay-Lin." He nibbled on my ear so that I squirmed and giggled. "I'll see you at the gym tomorrow and drop you off home. Your friends, they'll come round."

I wasn't too worried about my friends. They would or they wouldn't. But Keith was mine. Keith I cared about very much.

"See you tomorrow," I murmured, nestled into his arm as we walked through the front door and down the steps. Mrs. Purvis next door was watching us as we stood beside Keith's pickup, the door open as the engine idled. I could see her face in the front window, peering out. Nosey old lady. She was still watching when I kissed Keith one last time, not caring if she saw us. I stood on my tiptoes and I kissed him, smiling. "I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you babe." His arms held me. He kissed the top of my head one last time as I pressed myself into his arms, pressed myself against him. "See you at the gym tomorrow."

"Yes," I murmured. "See you there." I hoped Mom and Dad worked late again. That'd mean I could invite Keith in again. Do what we'd done tonight again. And then his hand slapped my butt lightly, he put something in my hand and he was gone, climbing into the pickup as I watched him, backing out, driving away with a wave out the window. Mrs. Purvis was still watching. Nosey old lady. I wondered if she'd notice I wasn't wearing a bra. Probably not. Not from where she was. 

I looked at whatever it was that Keith had placed in my hand.

My bra.

Hanging down, unmistakably, a bra. Clearly mine.

I guess Mrs. Purvis WAS going to notice that. I blushed and giggled at the same time. Oh shit!

She was still there, watching. Annoyed, I waved, hoping I'd embarrass her. She waved back. Okay. I guess she didn't embarrass easily. I swallowed, really hoping she wasn't going to say anything to Mom and Dad. I didn't think she would, but still. Old people. You just never knew what they'd do. Which made me think about how on earth I was going to introduce Keith to my parents.