Thought that I'd post this before I go back to school to check out my exam results. I tried to make an effort to not have as much dialogue in this chapter than others. Hm... Tim might appear a bit OCC in this chapter, and this will be the last that you'll see of him for a while. Reading your comments it seems like you really want him and Katherine to get together! But this is (or will be) a Steve story, I just happened to fall in love with Tim when I finally began to write this. Don't worry, I don't plan on letting Tim go so easily. Finally, my apologies if some of the more heavy scenes aren't so good, it's kind of a personal thing. But it isn't important (for now). I hope that you're enjoying your summer/winter!
Rated M for sex outside of marriage that doesn't always include love, rape, swearing, abusive relationships, underage drinking and smoking, violent deaths and war.
I do not own The Outsiders.
School sucks. Seriously, being stuck in an ugly building for seven hours and getting forced to learn stuff that won't help me in real life isn't fun. When am I ever going to need to calculate the volume of a pool? NEVER. That stuff will not help me learn how to get a job. That's why next semester I'm going to take business math. Maybe that will help me get out of here.
But learning things that won't help me in the real world isn't the thing that annoys me the most, because once I leave school, I can just forget the less important stuff. The thing that I hate the most about school is the social hierarchy, because that's going to follow me wherever I go. I learned that in Sociology: social hierarchy is inevitable. At the top, there's the rich people, the Socs. Nothing can go wrong in their lives: they don't have to worry about paying bills, having new clothes or going somewhere in life, because no matter what, they're always going to find a way to be at the top of the chain. Then there's the middle class. They don't have as much money as the Socs, but they don't have to worry about paying the bills either. They're in the middle. And then there's the working class: the greasers and hoods. We have nowhere as much money as the Socs. The adults have to work their asses off to keep their housing and food on the table, and the ones that don't care always find a way to scrape up some money before the bills are due, or else they get evicted from house to house, and end up on the streets. The general population doesn't think highly of us. Social hierarchy follows us everywhere.
Like at home. The father is the unsaid leader of the family, with the mother below, then the kids, with either the boy or the oldest having the most importance. In a gang, where there's the leader, and then the second lieutenant (even if in my brothers' gang there isn't that). In any company, with the manager, boss or CEO at the top, and then the employees at the bottom. And even within the employees, there's social hierarchy. The toughest ones boss the weaker ones.
So that's the main reason why I hate school: the social hierarchy, because it's going to follow me everywhere I go in life.
But not all greasers are stupid and are going nowhere in life. Darry is the perfect example. Just the fact that we live in a bad part of town and don't have the best reputation makes him want to rise higher than the rest of us and go somewhere in life. Likewise with the Socs. Not all of them are bad (all right, I've only met two that don't live up to the reputation that they're given). One of them is Michael. We sit next to each other in the two classes that we have together, and he took me out to lunch once. We learned so much about the other, and I found out that under his cool looks and clean cut clothes, he's one of the sweetest boys ever. He constantly watches out for me, and asks me how I am in the hallways.
But his friends don't take quite kindly to me. As I sat my stuff down on my regular desk in English, Michael's friends came up to me.
"Who do you think you are?" Bob Sheldon asked, putting his hands on my desk and looking down at me.
"Katherine Curtis," I answered, feeling the corners of my lips curling up into a smirk.
"Don't give us that smart ass answer," Randy Anderson snapped, "seriously, being all over Michael like that? We heard enough of you fucking around since your sorry parents died-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Steve yelled, appearing by my side, "you have no fuckin' right to say that to her you pathetic piece of shit!"
Someone wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I fought back tears. Never has anyone used my actions against me, or the fact that my parents died to make me feel bad.
"I know why you're insultin' her," Jimmy snarled, flicking out his switchblade and stepping slightly in front of me, "you're just too damn proud to admit that your parents are having a tough time and that you sleep around with a different girl every party!"
Sheldon and Anderson looked at the switchblade in Jimmy's hand, and Anderson punched Sheldon in the shoulder.
"Come on man, we aren't going to waste our time with these filthy greasers here."
Sheldon spat on the floor next to me and Steve let out a low growl, clenching his fists.
"Take your seats students," Mr. Syme said, coming into the room and closing the door.
"Come on Kat," Jimmy whispered, tugging gently on the sleeve of my jacket as Steve turned on his heels and stormed away, "don't sit with them. You're way better than them."
I looked at the empty seat next to me and sighed, wiping at my eyes. Jimmy grabbed my book bag and my hand, then led me to the back of the classroom to where Steve was. His eyes were burning holes into the backs of the boys' heads, and he was drawing circles on the cover his notebook, pressing into the paper.
"Steve…" I whispered, putting my hand on his, "stop it."
He pushed my hand away, not bothering to look at me, "leave me alone."
I gave a hurt look to Jimmy, and he just shook his head, mouthing 'give him time'.
"Okay, so before we begin today's lesson, I want to talk to you about your first essay," Mr. Syme took a stack of papers out of his briefcase and handed them to Jessica Brown who was sitting in the first row and told her to pass them around. "On the paper that you're going to receive are three prompts that you can choose from and… Well, everything is on the paper. Once everyone gets one we'll read it together."
The door opened suddenly and Michael appeared, looking breathless.
"You're late Mister Andrews," Mr. Syme said, turning to Michael and crossing his arms.
"S-sorry sir," he panted, closing the door and clutching his chest, "Coach Davis wan-wanted to talk to me."
Mr. Syme nodded, looking Michael over. "Go sit down and - oh, thank you Miss Harris. Here are the guidelines and essay prompts for your first essay."
Michael took the paper and thanked Mr. Syme, then went to his seat. He noticed that I wasn't sitting where I usually sat, and looked around with a slightly confused expression.
"Is there a problem mister Andrews?"
"No sir, none at all," Michael answered quickly. He looked around the classroom again and we locked eyes. I felt my cheeks flush and quickly looked down at my paper. I'd explain to him what happened later. Or not. He'll probably figure it out on his own; his friends will probably laugh about it later.
We were reading To Kill A Mockingbird. I personally really liked it; it was a very interesting read. I was quite intrigued by the way the Southerners treated African Americans. Segregation still wasn't a huge thing in Tulsa, but I didn't treat blacks like they were lower than me, because Mama and Daddy taught me to never judge someone based on their clothes or skin color. If someone was nice to me, I was nice to them, it was as simple as that.
As Jessica Brown read the guidelines and prompts out loud, pausing occasionally as someone asked a question or Mr. Syme clarified something, I stared at the back of Micheal's head. He didn't turn around to look at me, and I put my head on my arms, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. What his friends had said hurt so much. It wasn't the fact that they accused me of sleeping around, but the fact that they brought up my parents' deaths. It made me feel so low, like I wasn't able to take care of myself without the help of my parents or a boy.
xXxXxX
"K.C, do you want to go - Katherine?" I opened my book bag and swiped everything off my desk, not caring if the papers got crumbled, and ignored Jimmy. At this point feelings of anger and sadness were building up inside of me, and I was scared that I would start to scream if someone talked to me. I pushed past Steve, disregarding his curse and squeezed by everyone else.
"Katherine?" I recognized Michael's voice, and he put his hand around my upper arm, preventing me from going away. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"Leave me the hell alone Michael!" My phrase shocked him, and he let go of my arm, his eyes wide. Some of his friends heard me and laughed.
"Finally she's talking sense," Sheldon laughed as I walked away, "she realized that you're too good for her and that she'll end up with some sorry asshole from off the street!"
Tears stung my eyes as I heard those words, but I pressed on, desperate to get out of school. I pulled the door open and was immediately swallowed by the mass of students. I didn't really know where I wanted to go, but I knew that I didn't want to be with the boys. I just wanted to be alone. So I began to make my way to one of the side entrances that led to the football field. At this time of year, the team would usually be practicing, but the bleachers were supposed to be empty.
"Kat-Kat!"
There were only two people that called me by that name, one a boy and the other a girl. The voice was feminine with a hint of roughness. Despite the fact that I haven't seem the owner in a while, I ignored her, walking faster. "Goddamnit, Kit-Kat, wait up!"
I heard protests behind me, and someone grabbed me roughly by the arm, forcing me to look at her.
"Fuck it Angel, I don't want to talk!" I yelled at the slightly short girl in front of me. Angela, or Angel for short, was Tim's sister. She was street smart, rough, tough and a bad flirt. Ever since she hit puberty, she used her charm and looks to wrap guys around her finger. She had long, black ringlets that went down to her mid back, and shining dark blue eyes. She was a really good friend of mine, although the attitude of hers could really piss me off at times. The only person that could really get her to behave without hitting her was Tim.
"God, are you on your period or something?" she asked, smacking her gum loudly and crossing her arms.
"You're funny," I snapped, pulling away from her.
Her gaze softened a bit, and she lowered her hand. "Are you okay?" Despite her tough attitude, she could be a real sweetie at times, especially when her friends or family were upset. I sighed, running a hand through my dirty blond hair.
"I just had a problem with a few Socs - excuse me, I'm talking to her."
A tall boy with dark brown hair and a good build, but with still a bit of baby fat, wrapped his arms around Angela's shoulders and kissed her. Bryon Douglas. He was in Ponyboy's year, and just as smart as him. But he had a really cocky attitude that pissed me off, so I didn't like him for that. And he seemed to be Angel's new boyfriend. Her longest relationship to date lasted about four months, and the shortest a week. I was curious to see how long this one was going to last, as they were both short tempered and stubborn.
"I'm dating her," he said back, kissing her again, "and I'm a guy, so leave me alone Curtis. Thought that you would know about men having more importance than women, since you live in a house full of them."
"Cut your shit Douglas, I ain't in no mood to deal with it," I snapped at him and turned to Angela, "do your brothers know about him?"
Her eyes widened and she visibly blanched. "Bryon, I need to talk to Kat, I'll meet you in front in a few minutes."
He looked at her for a couple of seconds, then kissed her. "All right. I love you baby."
"I love you too babe."
"I'm taking it as your brothers don't know about him," I said with a laugh, leaning against the wall to let people pass by.
"I'm going to tell them eventually!" she defended, crossing her arms, "and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Tim."
"What about him?" I asked, even though I had a feeling what she was going to talk to me about.
"I heard about you and him messin' around together."
"We were not-" I could feel myself blushing but she interrupted me before I talk any more.
"Oh, shut up. He got out of jail last Friday afternoon and he didn't head over to Buck's. Walsh was the one who picked 'im up and one of the first things he said was that he heard you were goin' out dancing with your friends. So Timmy made Walsh drive him home so he could get all nicely dressed and stuff. The boys were gonna head out drag racin' but Tim made them go to the club."
"Speaking of last Friday night Angel," I smirked, leaning in a bit closer to her, "where were ya?"
She blushed about fifteen shades of red, stumbling over her words as she tried to cover up what she was really doing that night.
"I'll keep quiet about Douglas if you don't go around talkin' about your brother and I, all right?"
"Fine," she muttered, still red.
"Well, see you around Angel."
"Wait, Kat! I didn't tell you what I wanted to say!"
"Spit it out then kiddo."
"You and Timothy would make a really cute couple," she laughed and ran away before I had the time to react, and I hit a locker in frustration. Why does everyone keep telling me that?
xXxXxX
"Katherine!"
"What the fuck is it now?" I asked in frustrated voice, turning around to see who it was. Two-Bit was running across the grass, his backpack slung over one shoulder and almost falling off as he got closer.
"Where ya headed sweetcheeks?" he asked, wrapping an arm around me and walking alongside me.
"Under the bleachers."
"Why? There's no one to look at."
"Exactly. I can be alone."
"What happened?" There was no trace of him joking around in his voice, and I mentally forgave him for not taking the hint.
"Let's sit down and I'll explain."
Once we sat down under the bleachers, lit up and split my food in two portions because he didn't have any lunch, I explained what happened in English. I left out my inner feelings about Steve, but he seemed to know what I was thinking about out friend without me saying anything.
"He did seem pretty pissed when we met up at his car," Two-Bit said, taking a couple of chips from his pile, "he didn't want to talk about it though."
"Do you think he's pissed off at me?" I asked after taking a drag on my cigarette and blowing out the smoke.
"Nah," he answered, "it's Steve sweetheart, you know how he is. Try talking to him again in bio. If he's still mad... Well, I'm sure that he'll get over it by tonight. Anyway, off this subject. Unless you still want to talk about?" I shook my head, taking a bite out of my sandwich. "Well then. How are Darrel and Victoria?"
I almost choked on my food, laughing. Victoria was the waitress at the 20 Grand that my brother was talking to last week. They called each other a few times in the evening, but haven't had a chance go out yet. Victoria was a college student at the University of Tulsa, and she was studying to become a nurse. Darry seemed infatuated by her, and was always in a really good mood after he got off the phone with her.
So Two-Bit and I spent the rest of lunch talking about them. We skipped the entire dating process and went directly to marriage. Would they wait until Soda found his own place and Ponyboy and I were in college or would she move in with us? How many kids would they have? What would they look like? What would their names be?
We had a really fun time talking about my brother and Victoria, and I completely forgot about the Socs and Steve until the bell rang.
"Let's ditch," Two-Bit suggested when he saw my expression.
"Did I really look that horrified?"
"Come again?" he asked, grinning, and I just had to laugh.
"I'm fine, I'll just head to class."
"All right, well I'll walk ya to class then I'll head out. If the French teacher asks, I'm sick."
"Silly boy," I giggled, looping my arm through his.
xXxXxX
Steve wasn't in the classroom when I arrived, and Miss Brown almost fell over in surprise when he arrived five minutes late, coming in through the door with a bang.
"Mister Randle, why are you late?" the teacher demanded, although her voice was a bit shaky.
His lips barely moved as he mumbled what I assumed to be his reason, and he stormed over to the back of the class, slamming his stuff down on the floor. Miss Brown began to talk again when Steve sat down, or at least she tried to. Students were looking back to him and muttering, but he ignored them, writing furiously in his notebook. When they saw that he wasn't responding to their actions, they turned back to the front of the class and changed their topic of conversation.
I got out a pen and tore a piece of paper out of my notebook.
thank you for earlier. you didn't have to do what you did.
I slid the paper over to him and poked his arm gently.
"What?" he hissed, glaring at me.
I shrunk back a bit, and the look in his eyes softened, but not by a lot. I pointed to the notebook paper and he took it roughly, almost crumpling it.
"Yeah, you're welcome kid." His voice was soft, but there was no hint of bitterness or anger in it. "Hey, Kat... I... I'm sorry if I seemed pissed off at you. I'm not."
I looked up at him, some of the feelings of sadness going away. His dark eyes were soft, and he gave me something that could pass for a genuine smile.
"I just couldn't stand to hear them talk about your parents that way, and I'm sure that Soda would have done the same thing if he heard them talk about you like that."
My cheeks heated up at his words, and I looked away, putting my hair in front of my face. "Thanks Steve."
He didn't reply, and after a few seconds I heard him begin to write again, although not as fast as before. Steve was all right when he wanted to be.
xXxXxX
The car had been trailing me since I got out of the convenience store to get a Coke. It was a bright blue Sting Ray, and it was full of Socs. Rock music was playing loudly from the car's speakers, but I could hear their laughter over the music. So far, they haven't tried anything, but I knew that wouldn't be the case for long. It was stupid of me to walk home alone, but I couldn't find Ponyboy or Johnny when school ended, and everyone else had work. I had no idea where Two-Bit was, Dally was in jail, and it was out of the question for me to call Soda or Darry to come and get me. Fuck! I should have just gone with Steve to the DX, at least there I would have been safe, and I could have gone to the office to start my essay. Godammit, I just don't think sometimes.
They were less than half a block behind me, and I was quickly debating my options. If I walked faster, they could easily catch up to me and only God knows what they would do to me. And I was wearing heels, so running would be difficult. But if I continued at the pace that I was going at, they would still something. I don't think that I walking in any specific gang's territory, so I was free game.
I looked around at the houses, trying to keep my panic to a minimum. Houses. Houses. I'm pretty sure that they don't know where I live... I can walk up to any one of these houses and knock on the door and pretend that I live there!
I was almost at the end of the block, and I turned into the yard of the second to last house, acting like it was it was my place.
"Hey grease! What are you doing walking in other people's houses?" one of them yelled, and I turned around angrily, cursing and reaching into the front pocket of my book bag for my switchblade. Darry hated the fact that I had one, as it made me more vulnerable to getting injured if I got jumped (not that it happened very often). But my switchblade was small enough, with only a two and a half inch blade, so it wasn't very noticeable. Making sure that it was hidden in my clenched fist, I went back slowly to the sidewalk. The Sting Ray was parked in front of the house, and five well built, well dressed guys got out, all with shit-eating grins on their faces.
"Well, what do we have here?" one of them, a black haired one wearing a dark blue varsity jacket asked. I recognized him immediately as Josh Holden, Paul Holden's (an old friend of Darry's) younger brother. He walked around me and eyed me. "A dirty little greaser?" He spat out the last word, and his friends laughed. My cheeks burned, and I held my switchblade tighter, my nails digging into my skin. "Well, you're pretty enough," he stopped in front of me and put his hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. I pulled away, feeling disgusted.
"Leave me alone!"
I tried to turn away but someone pulled my arms behind me, preventing me from running off. My hand opened, and my switchblade fell on the sidewalk. I closed my eyes, cursing and mentally kicking myself.
"What's this?" Holden bent down and picked up my switchblade, flicking it open. "A switchblade? Sweetheart, you really thought that you could defend yourself with this pathetic thing?" he laughed and tossed it to one of his friends, who proceeded to throw my blade down the gutter. Holden then turned back to me, his eyes dark with hate and anger.
"Don't call me that!"
"Is Katherine better?" he asked mockingly, bending down a bit so we were eye to eye.
If I look away, I'm scared, if I stare back, I'm defiant…
I stared right back at him, and he laughed again, straightening his body. "We've got a feisty one here boys!" Snickers passed through the group and I set my jaw, but inside I was scared stiff. They could easily outrun me, so I just prayed that someone would come along and save me. "So Katherine," Holden said, empathizing on my name, "I've heard a lot of things about you..."
"Really?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual, "what kind of things?"
"Things like you're a dirty little whore and that you'll suck off any guy that will pay you enough."
"That's a fuckin' lie!" I screamed, trying to pull away from the Soc that was holding me. I looked at the four others, tears building up in my eyes. They were all mocking me, I could see it in their eyes. Their cold, dark eyes full of anger and hate...
A black Corvette came to a stop in front of the Sting Ray, Elvis blasting from the car's speakers. Five lean and tough looking guys came out of the car, and I just about fainted with relief when I saw them. They were the two Shepard boys, Jimmy and two other boys from their gang. None of them besides Jimmy acknowledged me, and they all flicked out their switchblades.
"Let her go," Tim growled, "she didn't do nothin' to you."
"Who are you to be telling us what to do?" the one who threw my switchblade away snarled.
"Timothy Shepard, and I'm tellin' ya one last time to let her go."
I wanted to run to him and into his arms, and the guy who was holding me must have sensed that, because he twisted my arm, letting out a low growl. I squeaked, a tear falling from the corner of my eye, and Tim flicked his eyes over to me. They were as cold as the Socs', and I almost felt scared looking at him.
"You aren't going to give her up?" Tim asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Give me five reasons why we should," Holden spat.
Tim sighed, reached into the waistband of his pants, and pulled out a heater. The Socs tried not to look shocked, but failed to, and Tim smirked.
"One," he aimed the gun to the lawn of the house that we were standing in front of, pulled the trigger and the Socs recoiled as grass and dirt flew in the air. "Two," Tim pulled the trigger again, and this time the Socs fled. The one holding me pushed me to the ground and Jimmy steadied me as the Socs sped away.
"You okay honey? They didn't hurt you, did they?"
"I... I'm fine," I answered, my voice a bit shaky as I wiped my eyes. "Thank you so much for driving them away..."
"No problem," he kissed my cheek and grinned and I turned red. "You blush awful easy."
"I can't help it," I said, giving him a shy smile, "what are you guys doing here anyway?"
"You know, just passin' through," he said nonchalantly, but I didn't buy it. I knew that none of them lived in this neighborhood; it was lower middle class, so the houses were still too expensive for what we were able to afford. I glanced at the Corvette again, and it all clicked in. They were going to go around in the houses looking for stuff to steal and then sell on the streets.
"Don't get caught," I told him, sighing.
"I knew that you'd understand," he said, ruffling my hair. "Shit, looks like the guys are leaving. I'll see you Monday sweetie."
"Can I talk to Tim?" I asked before he ran off to follow his friends.
He bit his lip, scratching the back of his head. "Listen, about Tim..."
"What about him?" I demanded.
"He... Fuck... Listen, I'm sure that you'll find out soon enough, but I really gotta go."
"Jimmy!" I tried to run after him, but he was faster, and I let out a curse as I stumbled over a crack. He gave me an apologetic look right as he reached his friends. "Fuck you!"
"I'm-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Tim put him in a headlock, quieting him. When I saw him doing that, I realized that I didn't care that if I was going to get in the way of him and his gang, and called out his name. He ignored me, but Curly didn't. He tried to look back at me, except Tim slapped his head, preventing him from doing so.
"FINE!" I cried, "come talk to me when you grow a pair Shepard!"
A wave of triumph washed over me when when he stopped in his tracks, but I knew that I was in for some shit as soon as the words left my mouth. The boys all turned around, and Tim stormed towards me, his eyes blazing.
"Did you just tell me to grow a pair?" He growled as he came to me.
"Maybe I did," I answered coolly, not daring to break eye contact. "You ignored me when I called your name."
"I heard about you and Andrews getting all close."
"And this bothers you because…?" I could tell that the question pissed him off, and he stepped closer, but I leaned back. His eyes were as dark as ever as he sighed, putting his hands on my hips so I couldn't get away, but his next actions were gentle and soft, nothing that one would expect from a boy like him.
"You fuckin' drive me crazy Kitty Kat," he told me quietly, putting my hair behind my ear.
"Do I now?" I asked, lightly tracing his scar with my fingertips.
He looked at me, his dark blue eyes full of some sort of emotion that I couldn't read. His next move shocked me; he cupped my face and kissed me hard, making me gasp in surprise. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, bringing our bodies closer. His hands moved down my sides to my butt and he squeezed it, smirking into the kiss, as he lifted me off the ground. I gasped, cupping his face and wrapping my legs around him to balance myself but my lips didn't leave his.
"Let's go back to my place," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. I just nodded, unable to speak, and kissed his nose.
"Shepard!" one of his boys called, and he turned around to look at them. "What are ya doin'?"
"Meet up at my place at eight," Tim shouted back, hitching me up a bit, causing me to giggle.
"But-"
"No buts! Who's the leader here?"
"Tim..." I shook my head, clearing my thoughts, "if you have to-"
"I don't have to do anything," he interrupted and kissed me, then turned back again to his gang, "Curly, don't come into the house until dinner!"
Curly nodded, telling his brother that he understood. Jimmy winked at me, his eyes shining with laughter, and I put a finger to my lips. He dipped his head and smiled, mouthing 'no problem'.
With me still in his arms, Tim opened the passenger door and set me down in the seat, kissing me. He let go of me and closed the door before I could kiss him back, leaving me slightly frustrated. But when he sat down in the driver's seat, slamming the door shut, I leaned in and cupped his face with one hand and pressed my lips to his. I pulled away after a few seconds, and began to kiss his jaw and neck.
"I want you so bad Tim," I whispered, biting gently on the tender skin of his neck. His squeezed the back of my neck as I said those words, and he lifted my chin up, kissing me before I could say anything else.
"Let's get going then baby," he said, smirking at me, "the old man is out and Ma's at work."
He turned the keys in the ignition, and the engine came to life. He shot me another look and I smiled at him.
"Who'd you swipe this from?" I asked as he made a sharp turn at the end I the block.
"Don't know, don't care," he answered with a wink.
xXxXxX
Tim was risking getting a ticket and more jail time as he sped through the streets, making illegal turns and running through red lights. He would steal kisses from me when he had to stop the car, and there came a moment when I couldn't take it anymore.
We were about ten minutes away from his house, and traffic appeared to be relatively light. I put my hand on his thigh, smirking as his eyes widened at my touch. I rubbed it, squeezing occasionally, going higher and higher. His reaction made the action worth it: his hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his breathing hitched up as I reached his crotch.
"Kat-Kat..." he warned, throwing me a sideways glance, but I just smiled at him, pretending that I wasn't doing anything. I began to draw circles on the front of his pants, which were becoming tighter by the second, and he turned the steering wheel violently, making the cars behind us honk in anger. He glared at me and I just shrugged, trying to look as innocent as possible as I cupped his crotch, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure and bite back a groan.
"You... You're gonna fuckin' pay for that when we get to my place."
"Really now?" I asked, placing a kiss on his cheek and removing my hand.
xXxXxX
Tim barely parked the car in front of his house when I got out. The house appeared to be empty, and I pushed open his front gate, skipping to the front door, but Tim caught me by the waist before I got there. He spun me around so I was facing him and kissed me, and I grinned under his lips.
"Where do ya think you're headed?" he asked.
"Inside your house," I answered smartly.
"Well, you don't got the keys," he said, reaching into his back pocket and twirling the keys around his finger. He released me and strode to the front door, opened it and I followed him. When I was in inside the house, he slammed the door shut, making me trip in surprise. He put his arm under me before I hit the floor, and lifted me up, holding me by the hand.
"Thanks," I whispered, feeling my cheeks heat up.
"Yeah…"
We looked at each other for a few seconds, not daring to speak. The only things that I could hear were my heart pounding in my ears and our breathing. Without a word, he took me and put me against the wall, his breathing heavy and his eyes dark with lust, before pressing his lips to mine. He moved his hands down to my ass and I sighed into the kiss, but it turned into a moan as he rolled his hips against mine.
"Wait…" I pulled away, bent down to take off my heels, and cast them aside. I was noticeably a few inches shorter, but he just nodded, smirking slightly.
"You're short."
"You're tall."
"There ain't nothin' wrong with that," he said, moving my hair out of the way and kissing my neck. I tilted my head slightly, making it easier for him to kiss me, and ran my hands down his back, tracing patterns with my fingers until I got to his belt loops. I looped my thumbs through the two front ones, bringing him closer to me. He let out a low growl and bit down on my neck, making me gasp out his name and breath harder.
"You like that, don't ya Kitty?" He moved his hands to my ass and cupped it, lifting me a bit and making me stand on the tip of my toes. I closed my eyes, kissing him as he swiftly zipped my skirt off. I stepped out of it, kicking it away and moved my hands from his belt loops to his chest, running my hands over him. He let out a low groan, pulled away to let me take his shirt off. As soon as the article of clothing was on the floor, he scooped me up in his arms and began to walk toward his bedroom. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leaning my face towards his.
"Dally wouldn't bother with the bedroom," I said quietly, tracing patterns lightly on his chest with my free hand and biting my lip.
We both knew that I was bullshitting him, as I haven't done anything with Dally since we dated, but his eyes glazed over in lust. Even if him and Dally were best friends, they still competed a lot, and they refused to let the other be better than them.
With a finesse that I didn't know he had, Tim pulled off my panties and threw them towards the bedroom and moved me so that my legs were around his shoulders and my back to the wall. My hands instinctively went to his hair, and I tugged gently, moaning and throwing my head back as he began to lick me and run his thumb over my clitoris.
"Ti-Tim!" I cried out, digging my nails into his shoulders, trying not to lose my balance.
"I bet Winston wouldn't do this, would he?" he asked with a smirk, pressing his thumb down harder and moving it in small circles. Waves of pleasure built up and crashed over me as he continued to lick me out. My cries were bouncing off the walls; when he sneaked into my room it became an instinct to put my hand over my mouth to quiet my moans, but no one was home so I didn't have to worry about anyone hearing me.
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"You good darlin'?" Tim asked, taking me by the hips and setting me down on the floor, but he quickly steadied me when I realized that my legs were shaky. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him, cupping his crotch. He stumbled backward but steadied himself, moving his lips to my neck and sucking on the soft skin there as he made his way to the bedroom.
"No," I whispered, "the living room."
"And if someone walks in…?"
The surprise was evident in his voice, but his smirk told me otherwise. He wasn't trying to talk me out of it; he was telling me that there was a possibility that someone could come in on us.
"Fuck if I care," I said with a small giggle.
"You're fuckin' amazin'," he said, sitting down on the couch so I was straddling him.
I didn't answer and ground my crotch against his, biting my lip. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back as I kissed his neck and went lower, running my hands over his chest and kissing it. I could feel his erection straining against his jeans, and drew circles his crotch, enjoying his groans of frustration as he told me to hurry up.
"Telling me that isn't gonna get you anywhere," I said sweetly, undoing the buttons of my blouse with one hand as I used the other to slowly undo his belt. He opened his eyes, ready to tell me off, but my blouse was almost all the way open, and he licked his lips, his eyes on my breasts.
"No touching'," I warned, taking my blouse off as he reached his hand out.
He just growled while I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips off so it would be easier for me to take them off. I threw them across the room and began to rub him through his underwear. He was already hard, and I enjoyed his groans of frustration as he told me to hurry up.
"You're such a damn tease," he growled, ignoring my earlier request to not touch me. I gasped as he pushed down the material of my bra so that my nipples were poking out, and he pinched them, twisting them slightly. I felt the corners of my lips twisting upward, and pulled off his underwear, choosing to be nice and not tease him any longer. When I placed my lips on the head of his cock, he released my nipples and his hands found my hair, which he pulled at as he let out a loud moan.
He kept my hair out of my face as I bobbed my head up and down and tried to keep him from thrusting his hips to much. My center was throbbing, and I wanted to stop and get on top of him, but something inside of me was telling me that it was a bad idea.
"Fuck, Kat… Shit I'm getting close," he let go of my hair and I could feel his body tensing up. With a final, hard suck, he came into my mouth and I swallowed, getting back up on my feet. I wasn't up for long though, because he grabbed me by the hips and sat me down on his lap, kissed me as he quickly undid my bra. He laid me down on the couch and began to kiss my neck. I immediately put my arms around his shoulders, dug my nails into his skin as he slowly began to pump his fingers inside of me. I was longing for him, I wanted to be as close to him as physically possible.
I nudged him gently and he looked at me, his stormy blue eyes filled with lust and yearning. I captured his lips in a kiss then pulled away.
"You fuckin' drive me crazy too Timmy," I whispered, kissing his cheek.
