..
"Jennie needed to stay away from Lisa, she was too good for her! I knew it, everyone did!" –Mrs. Ringer
..
..JENNIE..
Lisa pulls up to an old-style diner that sits just inside the small town. It has pink and green lights around the lip of the roof, and a lit up shake sign in the window. It's as if the 80's threw it up and nobody has updated it since.
Pop's Dime-In reads on the sign on the front.
"What's with the name?" I lift my chin at the diner.
Lisa turns off the truck, and we both get out. The air is warm as a breeze whispers summer's arrival around my ankles.
"The old man that owns this place had his foot blown off in the military, he came back here and started running this place because it reminded him of when he was a kid. He said when he was a child he could get a Coke for ten cents, so now he serves up Coke-floats for only ten cents."
I smile, that's the kind of story that is a tragedy but heartfelt. I like it.
"Ten cent floats, that's awesome." I silently laugh. They don't have anything like this in New York, just people throwing stores together hoping to get lucky.
"Yeah, this is where everyone comes after games, school, parties," Lisa tells me. "They have awesome food, but everyone comes here for ten cent Coke-floats."
I cross my arms and look at the small building again. You can't beat floats and burgers, but I'm not hungry. Besides, dairy makes me gassy, the last thing I want is that to happen around Lisa.
"Huh." Is all I can muster in response to the story Lisa tells me. She stops at the front of her truck, her blue eyes drawing to mine.
"Huh?" She implores. "Is this not what you had in mind?" She cocks her head to the side.
Looking down, I kick at some random rocks and laugh. "No, burgers and shakes sound great."
Rounding the truck, she fists my hips and my head snaps up from the contact. Our eyes meet, and my body comes alive recognizing the familiar touch from Lisa. The only girl I've ever let touch me like this. Having her this close, I notice she's at least a foot taller than me.
"You're a fucking liar." My mouth parts at her harsh tone. "Burgers too cheap for the spoiled rich hippie?" She tilts her head to the side and pushes me up against her truck leaning into me. The sexual aggression palpable at this point.
"I'm not spoiled, I'm just not one to follow the town's golden girl to someplace she takes every girl to and smile like a lovestruck bimbo!" I cross my arms, suddenly feeling distant. When I was with Lisa that night, she made me feel special, taking me to a place she takes all girls… I don't feel anything but disappointment. I bet money she took Rosé here too.
"Oh I see, this is a jealousy thing." She chuckles and I suddenly see red.
"No!" I lie, and she presses her head against mine, staring at me as if she's waiting for me to admit I'm a liar. I roll my eyes, and try and look elsewhere.
"I just, I want to do something different than go to a place you always go to. I want… different. I'm different." I shrug, not really able to explain myself to her. It's difficult. I'm just not the type to wine and dine, I want something more… adventurous.
She smirks. "And that's why I like you." The angry rush racing through me floods into something like a river of passion. The butterflies that make me feel fuzzy and like I wanna puke at the same time returning. It's crazy how hot and cold I am with her. Her hand grips my chin, her fingers caressing the skin.
"You're dangerous," she whispers. Glancing at baby blue eyes that dances with mine, teasing and flirting with my emotions.
"How's that?" I challenge, buying into her flattery.
"Because you make me want to do very bad things." Her voice takes a dip, and I swear I lose my breath. The thought that I could make the town's golden girl throw her morals to the side is exciting.
"Are they fun things?" I counter, my hand suddenly having a mind of its own and sliding down her hard torso. Fuck, I think her pecs have gotten harder since we've been apart. Her shirt is damp from the Georgia sun causing sweat to build on her abs and soak her shirt. It's unfair how good of shape she's in. Worst part is she knows just how good looking she is. Makes me want to smack that sexy tilted grin right off her face.
"Fun?" she questions. Oh yeah, we were talking, weren't we?
"Yeah, the dangerous things you want to do, are they fun?" I ask, looking up at her, our faces are suddenly so close our lips brush amongst one another. Her hot breath breathing into my mouth and filling me with a minty taste. Kiss me.
"Oh, I'd say they're very fun, promiscuous even." Her gravelly tone causes my knees to wobble with desire. Her chest flush with mine, the smell of her and body heat causes my senses to dance in a lust filled daze. My body wants her in an animalistic way I cannot control. Kiss me!
"We should do it," I tempt. "We should do all the bad things I make you want to do."
"We?" She tilts her head to the side, our mouths lining up perfectly for a deep kiss.
"Well, you'll need a tough girl by your side, won't you?"
"Most definitely." She breathes heavily, the slight hesitation at the implication of me being her disappears almost as fast as it appears. Then she's smashing her lips to mine, my fingers dig into the muscles of her biceps, pulling her closer. I inhale a breath so deep it's like I've been held underwater against my will for months without knowing it until now.
We are bad for one another. The whole town knows it. We know it. But that's what pulls us closer together. That intense feeling of doing something bad feels so fucking good.
Closing my eyes, I breathe her in, her mouth pressing into mine, claiming my senses. Uncrossing my arms, I wrap an arm around her neck and open my mouth to taste her.
Someone fakes a cough, and I tense. Turning my head to see who it is, there's a middle age couple walking up to the diner, staring at us like we disgust them.
"Good evening Mrs. Ringer," Lisa says in a friendly smile. The old lady pulls from her husband, and charges over to us. I stand up straight as her dull blue eyes pin me.
"Thought I would let you know Lisa, your friend here… her father bought the clinic in town and raised our office visits. Charlie couldn't get his foot looked at cause I couldn't afford it!" She inhales, her head lifting as she awaits for our reply.
I open my mouth to defend myself, but I have nothing. I didn't even know my parents had bought anything yet.
"I'm sure there's an explanation," Lisa laughs it off.
"Yeah, hussy needs to go back where she came from before she plays you like a fool, just like her father is doing this town!" My mouth drops, and Lisa's face turns red.
"Hey!" Lisa barks, standing in front of me.
"Dear, that will be enough." Her husband tries to wrangle in his feisty wife, but I can't for the life of me bring myself to understand why she associates me with my parents. I didn't even know! "Lisa." The man tilts his trucker hat, his eyes conveying he doesn't approve. I try and pull away from Lisa, but she resists, jerking me closer until my lips are on hers again. I close my eyes, ignoring the glances we're getting, saying 'fuck you' to the faces pressed to the glass ogling us with cold eyes.
The passenger door behind me clicks and I open my eyes.
"Get in," she mumbles against my lips.
"Where are we going?"
"A place that will become ours." She winks, and I'm a goner. It's as if she knows exactly what to say to me, and how to say it. She's good. So fucking good.
Getting in the truck, she grabs my hand and jerks me next to her.
"I had no ideas my parents bought—" the words get stuck in my throat and I choke. My parents are going to ruin this place, just like they ruin everything.
"No more sitting on the opposite side of the truck," she rasps, ignoring my explanation. I bite my bottom lip, a wiggle closer to her. Our sweaty bodies this close feels right, like old-time friends hanging out. No, it's more than that.
..
..
She drives across the road to the gas station and squeezes my hand.
Pulling into the gas station, she throws the truck in park, her gaze popping to the store and then at me.
"Go inside and buy something, anything, just distract the attendant working," she instructs. I smile like the Devil, my heart pounding with excitement.
"Okay." I don't even question her plan, this is epic.
Giving me a chaste kiss, we get out. The sky is pink as the sun sets, and the gravel crunches beneath my sandals as we head inside. The door dings as we enter and the young man behind the counter with a long blond ponytail gives us a quick glance before his eyes fall to the clipboard in his hands. He seems focused on checking things off and not on me and Lisa.
Heading toward the candy aisle, I peek above the shelves to see Lisa over near the whiskey. I bite my lip to keep from smiling, is she going to steal some? Looking at the various candy the smell of hot dogs and floor cleaner fill the air. The Slushee machine behind me humming, and the fluorescent light above me flickers. I fist a package of Twizzlers, the original kind, not the stupid peel kind and head to the register.
"Hi!" My cheeky tone grabs the cashier's attention, and he smiles in my direction. Setting the clipboard down, he stares at me. His eyes falling to my chest making me uncomfortable.
"This all?" He rings up the candy, his eyes slowly dragging to mine.
"Yeah, it's the best snack." I shrug, hoping to stall him. I thought maybe I should pull my shirt down a little, but the way he keeps staring at my tits, I'm kind of glad I didn't.
"Some would disagree, and say the pull and peel are the best." He winks, trying to flirt, and a cold wash runs over my skin. I find it unattractive and don't like it at all. He's not as smooth as Lisa, not even close.
"They're dumb," I inform boldly. I pull a five dollar bill from my shirt and hand it to him. I risk a glance where Lisa last was only to find her gone. I look to the truck in the window behind the cashier and see her already in the driver seat.
"Keep the change, thanks!" I grab the Twizzlers and hurry outside to the truck. Climbing in, I toss the candy at her, and she wiggles a big bottle of Jack Daniels below the dashboard.
"You ready for a night out, Jennie?"
"Oh my God!" I squeal impressed, my brows raised to my hairline and mouth gaped wide. I've never seen anyone steal before, that was… that was sexy! We could have been caught, got arrested and she did it so effortlessly. My heart pounds at the thought of her being bad, my palms sweat as she rips out of the parking lot and heads to the opposite side of town.
"Open it." She juts her chin at me. Grabbing the heavy bottle, I twist the top off and the hard alcohol smell causes me to jerk my head away. I haven't drunk this stuff since the night I met her.
But what is the worst that could happen? I sleep with Lisa? I could use the stress relief with the move, new school. A little fun is just what I need.
Pressing my lips to the bottle, I take a large swig. "Ugh, it still tastes like shit," I cough, forcing the fire all the way down. Jesus! Clenching my eyes shut I try to breathe through it, but it's so bad there is no help for this whiskey. It burns all the way down.
Lisa laughs and swipes the bottle from me, taking a large sip herself. She does it with ease as if the pungent smell or strong taste does nothing to her. She's clearly partied more than I have. Living in New York with protective parents, how could I act out?
As we head away from town, the only thing except fields to be seen is a large white water tower. WildeField.
Lisa drives toward it, the truck rocking back and forth before parking right next to the ladder to climb up it. Arching my neck, I look out the window to the top of the tower.
"Let's climb it," I whisper. My eyes widen, surprised I just said that out loud. I do that a lot around Lisa, surprising myself with what I say and do.
Turning to see if Lisa thinks I'm crazy, she's in my face and kissing me. Her lips pressed against mine, her chest pushing into me. My body presses against the passenger door.
Kissing her back I slouch under her, her body on top of mine. The taste of whiskey on her lips fuels my bad behavior for more. She thrusts her hips and I can feel her hardness rub against me just right. A supple moan ripples through my body, God this is all I have thought about for months. I got a taste of temptation and my body has ached for it since.
Soft full lips move from mine to my neck, a hand slipping up my shirt and cupping my swollen tit. My nipple pebbles from her touch, and I want to moan into her mouth.
"You want me to touch you?" She breathes heavily against my neck, her fingers trailing down my pelvis and toward my wetness.
I nod, wanting her to touch me any way she'll give me. Yes, please touch me!
Pushing my dress up, she dives two fingers into my pussy and my back arches into her. God yes!
"Fuck, Jennie you're something else," she groans, her dexterous thumb swirling my clit. Her face rests against mine, her breathing harsh and labored. "Tell me nobody else has had this pussy," she whispers.
"No one," I moan, the feel of her thick fingers doing me in. Her teeth nip at my collarbone, her fingers working my clit and wetness fast.
My mouth parts, my breathing fogging the windows.
Using her free hand, Lisa takes another sip of the whiskey, and kisses me hard, her tongue slipping some into my mouth. Fire from her tongue dances around my mouth. I drink her in, feel her between my legs and in my soul before combusting onto her hand.
One hand slaps at the dashboard, the other wrapping around her neck as I kiss her harder riding out my orgasm. Jack spills onto the dash, and Lisa's eyes light up as she really pumps her fingers as I come on her fingers. It's nothing like the night in the tent, but it's nothing short of amazing either.
Our eyes lock on each other as we both breathe harshly.
Sitting up, she thrusts her sticky fingers inside her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine while she sucks them clean. Holy shit.. that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Winking with a wicked smile, she takes another gulp of the whiskey. Taking the bottle from her I gulp a sip and straddle her lap. I kiss her, tasting the alcohol and myself on her lips.
Lisa is a player who knows her way around a girl's body very well. A girl who is uses her charm on every female that walks in her path. One glance and you're hooked, left on your knees with wet panties and tears from heartbreak. I just happen to be lucky because I'm not wearing any panties…
Wrapping her hands around my back, the bottle of Jack hitting the steering wheel while we make out. Her cock presses into her jeans so hard I can see the outline perfectly. The smell of me, Jack, and Old Spice filling the truck.
..
..
..