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"I saw two kids climbing the tower, but I didn't pay them no mind. Kids are kids, right?" —Blue Chevy passing by.
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..JENNIE..
"You still wanna climb the tower?" Lisa nips at my bottom lip.
My hands around her neck, I smile. "Unless you're too chicken?" I taunt.
Reaching for my elbow, she pulls my arm free of her neck and presses it against her hard throbbing cock.
"There's nothing chicken about me, Jennie, wouldn't you agree?"
Looking up through thick lashes I get lost in her blue eyes. She's different when she's with me. Gone the golden girl, hello Lisa. She has so much potential, and I want to tear it from her chest so she can see it. To see what I see, what this town tries to bury.
Jerking the truck door open, she gets out, my legs still wrapped around her.
Her sneakers stomp to the water tower, and she sets me down right in front of a ladder leading up.
"You go first." She juts her chin upward.
Taking one more swig of the whiskey, I reach for the first step and she lifts my foot to excel myself up. I begin to climb, one bar at a time. The wind picks up, my dress pushing around my legs as I climb higher than I'm comfortable with. My hands begin to sweat, and my heart thumps against my chest as I go up and up. God I hope I don't fall. Finally reaching the ledge at the top, I pull myself onto it and tangle my fingers into the metal lattice. I'm going to fall. I'm going to fall.
Lisa right behind me with the bottle of Jack in her hand, climbs up on the ledge beside me.
"I've never done this before," she admits, out of breath. She doesn't seem bothered how high up we are though.
"It's higher than it looks." I nod, scared to move. Chuckling, she slides over to where I'm sitting, leaning back on the metal lattice.
"But we made it." She looks behind her. "Wow, you can see the whole damn town."
Risking a glance, I look over my shoulder and see the small town. Lisa and I on top of the tower meaning something more than just a couple of kids looking for trouble.
We're bigger than this town. This place will never understand us, because they won't look past their old school ways. I wasn't born here so I'm automatically considered an outsider.
Looking away, I grab the bottle and take a swig. My eyes looking over the water tower.
"I want to draw on it," I whisper. The urge to tag it near unbearable. I've never done anything like that before, but then again, I've never stolen, or climbed a tower before either. Maybe it's the whiskey talking.
"Sure, why not. Make it an outlawed date," Lisa teases, looking relaxed.
I look at her. "Is this a date?" I thought we were just hanging.
Her face wrinkles, the word date almost cringe-worthy.
"Don't answer that," I add. If she says no, it will get weird. If she says yes… it will make us overthink everything tonight and I don't want to do that. Everything is perfect.
"Why did you just leave me that night?" She asks in a soft voice. Licking my bottom lip, that night comes into play. God, I was a mess that night. I was so mad at my parents, pissed off at the world. When I saw Lisa, she was my act of rebellion.
"Because, I was never supposed to see you again," I tell the truth. "I was angry at the world and wanted to be the girl I've always wanted to be just for one night, with no judgment."
Her eyes cast down, her fingers locking with mine. My bracelets clink together as my hand tangles with her palm, our hands lining up with one another perfectly. Using her free hand, she swipes a finger over the lava bracelet wrapped around my wrist, the one my grandma gave me.
"Why can't I get you out of my head, Jennie?" Holding my arm up, she wiggles my precious bracelet free and puts it on her wrist. I open my mouth to object, it means a lot to me. She can take another one of these bracelets, but not that one. She sits back, twisting the bracelet around her wrist, that charming smile hitting me so hard I shut my mouth. The black contrasting against her skin makes it look better on her for sure.
"That bracelet means a lot to me, don't lose it," I side eye her.
"I got it now, ain't nothing going to happen to it." I swear she's like a fucking siren, luring me in with her looks and voice. She could get away with anything in this town, and she knows it. I know it, yet I won't walk away.
Liquid courage running thick through my veins, I become comfortable with the heights and lay flat on the metal platform, the sky darkening above us. Lisa pulls her jacket off and folds it up, her calloused fingers raise my head before resting it back down on her letterman jacket. Situating herself beside me, her shirt slides up and a huge bruise peeks out beneath her shirt on her hip. What the?
I sit up and pull her shirt up farther.
"Oh my God, where did you get that?" Lisa jerks her shirt down, her eyes narrowing in on me. "That is not from sports, it looks like someone kicked the shit out of you," my eyes wide, I demand to know what happened. Is she bullied? In a gang?
Sighing, she lays her head down on her jacket, resting her hands above her head.
"Does my dad being an angry drunk count as a sport?" she breathes heavily, and my chest constricts. I don't know what to say, so I just lay my head next to hers. It makes me sick to think her dad abuses her. How long has it been going on? Does anyone else know?
"Parents are a fucking joke," I mumble, deciding not to pry.
"Tell me about it," she mumbles. "So enough about me. Tell me, why were you angry the night I met you, are you one of those girls that don't smile and hides behind a grimace that will one day drown the world in tears?"
My face contorts into a bored look. She can be such an asshole when she wants to change the subject.
"I don't think I'm an angry person, in fact, I usually just roll with whatever is thrown my way, but a person can only handle so much, and that day was mine. My virginity was almost taken without my consent because of something my parents dipped their hands in, and I was making sure that day… that the choice of who I have sex with… was mine." My voice gets quiet thinking about it.
"What do you mean?" Lisa turns her head to look at me, but I keep my eyes up to the amber sky. My body going numb as I remember what happened to me. It's not like I forgot, more like I just don't want to think about it. God, it would feel good to tell someone though.
Hands on my face, I blow out a breath that feels more like a burden.
"I found out my parents were pulling a Ponzi scheme."
"A what?"
"Like, they go around town to town telling people they can buy their land and make them rich, and they do… because they sell it to criminals who pay high amounts of money to do things on the down low on said property. I was used in this scheme without even knowing it. Friending the kids next door so my parents can get close to them and buy them out. Only, my parents sent me to the wrong house in the last town. The Parks."
Just saying the last name of the boy who hurt me makes me want to hurl.
"I was told to play nice with the Parks' son, his name was Chanyeol, and my parents praised the ground he walked on. They were different with him than the other kids from towns they wanted me to befriend. They urged me to go out with Chan, and I didn't even have a curfew. They wanted me to get close to him. Little did we know that the Parks were just like the criminal type my parents sell to. One night at Chan's house we were watching Netflix and Chanyeol was drunk, I mean we were both drinking expensive wine, but he wanted to have sex. I didn't like him like that. He tried to rape me on the floor of his two-story house." My teeth grit, my eyes filling with tears as I replay the entire night over in my head. "When I broke free, he told me I was nobody, just a tool in my parents' pocket and nobody would believe me. That my parents offed their own mom for getting in their way, that they wouldn't give two fucks about me getting hurt as long as I don't fuck up their clientele. I didn't believe him, but when I told my parents what happened, they seemed more pissed about me messing up their sell than me." Hearing me say what happened out loud for the first time ever, sounds strange, like it happened to someone else and I'm telling their story.
"Fuck, Jennie." Sympathy wraps around her words, and it makes me feel vulnerable. Maybe I shouldn't have told her all that, but she's so easy to open up to I didn't realize what I was revealing until now. I've never told anyone that story.
Lisa flips on her side and brushes a piece of my hair from my face. I give a tight-lipped smile.
"Did we move because my parents wanted to protect me, or because my parents needed the thrill of tearing another town apart?" I ask her like she'll have all the answers, but she just looks back at me with a blank stare.
"It doesn't matter, nobody is going to hurt you or touch you again." Her strong words almost make me want to believe it, but if my own parents don't care about my wellbeing, how can anyone else?
I smirk, trying to lighten the mood I say, "Sure of yourself, aren't ya?"
She grins, but the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. She's serious. Nobody will touch me or hurt me if she has her way about it. The gesture wraps itself around my soul like barbwire, comforting me. I don't want to ever leave Lisa's side.
"Anyway, that night with you. I wanted you to replace the harsh touch of Chanyeol with the caress of yours."
She doesn't say anything. Both of us probably thinking about that night we met.
Night blankets the sky, and the whiskey dances in my veins. Silence falling between us as we stare at the stars slowly blinking through darkness. There's something about the night sky that draws me to it. The stars and moon, the open sky and dangers lurking in the dark. It summons me like a draft swishing through a back alley at night. Nobody sees or notices me, because everyone is too busy looking over their shoulder for the monster that might be lingering behind the shadows.
"Do you ever think about just going, like getting in the car and just fucking going?" Lisa asks, talking with her hands. She's drunk. I laugh, my body rocking with the hard chuckle.
"All the time," my words slur. "No rules, no parents. Just wild and free," I giggle.
"You'd probably pick a Volkswagen bus to ride away in, Hippie," Lisa pokes fun.
I shrug. "Yes!" I laugh, pointing at the sky. "The inside will be gutted out and have a bed, and the most colorful blankets and pillows." Lisa laughs, but I'm completely serious. It's something I've always wanted. "It has to be baby blue though." I see it all so clearly, I wish it were true.
My eyes become heavy, my body numb. Being this close to the stars and the moon, I feel like I'm closer than ever to heaven. I blink slowly, sleep heavy on my lids.
"Goodnight Lisa," I mumble into her letterman jacket, the smell of her lulling me to sleep.
"Goodnight Jennie," She whispers, the smell of whiskey brushing past me...
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Waking up to lightning striking the sky, Lisa stirs beside me. The wind picking up brings an angry smell with its presence. Rain. Leaves on the trees in the distance dance with the breeze, the sky lighting up as eclectic bolts slash through the clouds. It's sexy, and my body vibrates in a way that has me biting my bottom lip. Glancing at Lisa, her eyes meet mine, the storm whirling around us containing us into our own atmosphere. I feel... wild and untamed just as the very storm blanketing above us.
Sitting up, she tilts her head to the sky, her hair blowing with the hostile wind. On my knees, my dress whips around my waist, I can't take my eyes off her, and I can't shake this feeling throttling inside my body. I need her.
Lisa reaches for me, fisting my dress and jerking me toward her.
I gulp the dryness in my throat and straddle her lap, my arms wrapping around her neck. The storm whispers in my ear to follow my body's desire, and I kiss Lisa hard. Our lips pressed against one another. Taking her hands to my hips, she grinds herself against my clit.
Pulling my mouth away, my head lolls back and I moan to the sky, my hair whisking back and forth. Lightning crackles, a glow spreading across our bodies for a second at a time.
"Do you wanna ride my cock, Jennie?" She whispers into my ear, pushing my dress up. Wolfish eyes eat at me as she takes me in. I smirk, wanting her to touch me, kiss me, and never stop wanting me.
"Fuck me, Nine." I jerk at her unruly hair. Darting her head into the crook of my neck, my head dips back, her hands soaring up my arched back as lips spread across my skin. She's everywhere at once, but not touching me near enough. I need more, I want more. Lowering myself back into her lap, I kiss her back, my hands on her face, I nip at her lips and suck the taste of her.
She stops, eyes locking on mine. "I went to every party in the area after that night, hoping I'd see you again," she confides, and it does something to me. It fuels me forward to knock down walls and give Lisa every little piece of myself despite if I get hurt in the end.
Never taking my eyes off hers, I unzip her jeans and shove my hand down her pants. She sucks in a tight breath when the tips of my nails graze her cock. Fisting her length, my fingertips barely touch she's so thick. Was she this big before? She hisses as if I'm torturing her with my prying fingers. The connection of my hand to her velvety dick makes me wetter than the rain starting to fall around us.
My bracelets get caught in her jeans, and I have to wiggle my hand free to pull her cock free.
Lightning strikes giving me a glimpse of the dick that took my innocence not so long ago. It's veiny, big, and makes me throb and pulse with need. I run my finger over the slit, pre-cum dripping down the head. It's so much bigger than I remember. Rain pelts down on us, my hair becoming damp, drops of wetness sticking to my eyelashes. Lisa stares back at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her shirt spots and sticks to her skin.
Mother Nature breathes down my neck, the rhythm of her dancing in the trees it's almost as if she's encouraging me to take Lisa. Our connection right now stronger than anything I've ever felt before.
Taking the tip of her velvety cock, I rub it in my wetness between my legs, and my knees tremble. Lisa fists my ass cheeks with a hostile growl. Thunder pounding the sky seconds after. Our eyes locked on one another, we're lost in our own atmosphere.
"Your eyes, they're mesmerizing, Jennie," she compliments, the palm of her hands caressing my ass cheeks like she truly adores me.
"Don't stop touching me," I rasp.
"MANOBAN!" The strict voice cuts through the wind causing me to freeze, and Lisa to tense beneath me.
A bright light shines up at us, and I pull my dress down and scurry off of Lisa. Someone's here, shit!
A sheriff's golden SUV is parked alongside Lisa's truck and a man is flashing a light pointed right at us. How did we not hear him pull up? Or see car lights?
"Lisa is that you up there?" the male voice hollers. Does Lisa know this sheriff?
"Fuck!" Lisa loud whispers, shoving herself back inside her jeans and looking down.
"Who is that?" I ask, the rain starting to come down harder.
Lisa's eyes flick to mine, her face conveying her annoyance. "Sheriff Randall," Lisa informs, her tone on the edge of dread.
That doesn't sound good. Shit!
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