Chapter five
Anyway, it must have been devastating for Soda; Pony and Johnny killing someone and then running off without telling anyone where they went.
"Hey, you gonna be OK Belle?" Lem had walked over and stood slightly behind me while I watched Soda through the glass.
"Yeah, I'll be all right Lem. It's Soda that I'm worried about. He's not gonna get out of this one without being hurt. And not just his heart Lem. I feel a rumble coming on."
She put her hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at her. She looked really worried. Her eyes told it to me and I know she saw the fear, in my eyes. No matter, how hot as hell Soda could get with his temper, a rumble was still dangerous. Especially if the other side didn't fight fair. Oh, Soda could more than hold his own. But I still worried like hell every time they all went out to "fight to almost the death."
"Yeah, I know. I feel it too." Lem said quietly. Rumbles are big trouble for us Middlers. While only a few of us actually fight in the rumble, we still get all torn up, time after time. We have to decide whether to be with the Greasers or the Socs. We have to decide where we belong, even if it only lasts a little while. We start to turn on each other. It's bad enough being alone, but when all you've got is yourself, and maybe, if you're really lucky, some friends, deciding where you wanna be can be torture. Once, me and Lem were against one another. I sided with Greasers, as I usually do, and she sided with Socs. We didn't talk to each other for weeks and weeks on end. We had become a Greaser and a Soc, and Greasers and Socs are NOT friends. Most people believe the people in the Middle got it good. We never get hurt because nothing is our business. Those people are wrong. It's worse for us. In a rumble, Greasers forget all other 'grievances' they might have for each other at the moment and pull together against the Socs. Socs all forget their 'grievances' against each other and pull together against the Greasers. Not us. We go against each other. We take sides. It's awful. We all hate it, but there was nothing we could do about it. We can't help our own personal opinions and feelings. We all begin to take sides unconsciously. We all side with one or the other. And when we do, we make it known! We go completely Grease or Soc. In the way we act, talk, dress, everything. Rumbles are as much our business as they are everyone else's.
"Whose side you gonna be on this time Lem?" I asked softly, still staring at Soda, having turned to look at him once more ever since I told her I felt the rumble coming on.
"Greaser all the way Belle." she said firmly. I looked at her and smiled. I knew she'd be with me all the way on this one.
"Thanks Lem." I said, and smiled, relieved, at her. At that exact moment, me and Lem officially became best friends. We may not always side together, but we would on this and this one was too important to me not to go Grease. Soda was at stake and with me, he always won. And Lem would be by my side.
I finally turned away from the window. If I looked at Soda anymore then I'd start crying again. I can't stand that. The only two times I cry is at movies, ( and that's all alone in my room at home), and with Soda. I'm tougher than I seem. But, much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about the rumble. A rumble, in the first place, was inevitable. The thought that one wouldn't take place never even crossed my mind. Good thing, I needed time to get ready.
You might say rumbles are stupid, that they don't solve anything. You'd be right. But that doesn't mean that some people really believed that if you beat someone enough times, then you'd finally be equal. Socs literally terrorized the Greasers. The only thing Greasers wanted to do was belong. Unfortunatly, the harder they tried, the more trouble they seemed to attract from the Socs. If the Greasers won, it wouldn't matter. The Socs would just be even more angry at them for beating them. If anything, they would be remembered for being more dangerous. And that is one of the things that make Greasers outsiders. They're tough, dangerous. Hoods. It would lead to rumble after rumble after rumble. It would never end. And it didn't. But the feeling of victory after a rumble was enough. You felt.... justified. If you or a friend had got beat up, rumbles were perfect revenge. Just make sure the guy that did it is the one you go up against. Plain and simple, rumbles were a competition to see who was stronger, better. Like a dance, as Soda once said when I asked him why he kept on fighting. Everyone went for different reasons, but they all went. Soon, even I got hyped about them, but I still hated it when Soda or one of the gang either skipped work or came in wincing the next day from being hurt so bad. And they all refused to go to a doctor. So, I had studied first aid and some procedures, like casts, to help out after a rumble. If THEY wouldn't go to a doc, then I would become one and go to them. You just gotta love all those boys. Soda's house was always open in case someone ever needed a place to crash. We all went there before and after rumbles. At least, when you were a Grease you did. Sometimes I had to side with the Socs. Like, one time Tim Shephard jumped a Soc. A Greaser actually jumped a Soc. And he went after him pretty bad too. Guy ended up in a coma. The Soc happened to be my boyfriend. He's long since gone, but he was my boyfriend then. And in love with Soda or no, you don't beat up my guy and then get me on your side. I can be VERY vindictive. But this time was different from my guy being beat. First of all, I wasn't with a Soc. I may be utterly in love with Soda, but Sandy was around and I couldn't just stay home bored and stop breathing or feeling. I needed to have some fun. But I was still hopelessly in love with Soda. Still am.
Anyway, I went back behind the register. Lem followed me. "So, Lem, how's Antoine?" I asked. Her older brother Antoine had been kicked into a reformatory for six months after robbing a convenience store. I was his own fault he got caught. He wanted kicks, he got caught, he was sent to a reformatory. No big deal. With that stuff, it's the same policy as with the Greasers. If you're gonna do it, do it. But don't get caught. If you get caught, it's your own damn fault and you deserve what's coming to you. Antoine got caught. He went to the reformatory. No sweat, no hard feelings. Maybe next time he'd be more careful.
"Oh, he's doing all right Belle."she said nonchalantly. "He says it's no worse than being here."
"That's good. We wouldn't want him to be *unhappy*, now would we?" I said sarcastically.
"No, that we wouldn't want him to be."she said laughing. I sighed suddenly.
"What is it?" Lem asked.
"Soda's fan club, twelve o'clock."I said, disgusted. A group of girls, a mix of Greasers, Socs, and Middlers were coming straight towards us. These were the girls who came almost everyday to flirt with Soda. And I mean, flirt MERCILESSLY. These girls had no shame. He probably enjoyed it a lot of the time. But I know he thought they were just annoying sometimes. I thought they were annoying ALL the time! They'd come in snapping gum. They'd ask for sodas and candy or anything else they wanted, and they moved outside to where the pumps are. Then, they'd lean on whatever cars were there and chatter endlessly. After a little bit, Soda always came out to fill the gas tanks and check the oil, etc. etc. And then they'd flirt. And flirt. And flirt some more. Did I mention the flirting? Not all the girls were annoying. I know some of them. They were OK girls. It was just the ones that were really RELENTLESS. And they were jerks about it too. They all envied me. I saw him everyday. Talked to him all day. If only they knew the other things we did. The things were had done just this morning. They'd turn positively GREEN!! I smiled smugly at the thought of it. Then they came in. They ordered. They received. They went back out. Me and Lem looked at them, looked at each other, burst out laughing and followed them outside. I wanted, no I needed, gossip today. Good gossip. About anything. Especially about Soda's situation. If anyone could gossip, these girls could. That's all they did ALL day. I don't even know if some of them even had lives outside of coming here. Those girls knew everything juicy there was to know. Not all of it was true, but I figured I could really piece together what happened. Lem was pretty accurate, always was; but there might be more info. Anything to find where Pony and Johnny were hiding. I knew this was killing Soda so anything I could do to help, I would do. "Hey girls."I said cheerfully.
"Hey Belle. Hey Lem." they answered back almost in unison. Me and Lem glanced at each other. We knew what the other was thinking. In mine and Lem's opinion, (not to mention a lot of other people's) they were about as intelligent as a mentally challenged squirrel. So, I said everything cheerfully and clearly, hoping they would have enough brains to figure out what I was saying. "Hey, did you hear about Ponyboy and Johnny?" I asked.
"Oh yeah! It's all over town. All three sections even!!"said a Middler named Candy. She's one of the ones who's tried to be a Soc her whole life. I thought she acted like one pretty good. She was cold, aloof, and hated almost every Greaser.
"Can you believe it? I mean, Pony and Johnny? They always seemed so quiet. Never acted like hoods at all." said a short, slim Greaser with fake platinum blond hair and fake curls. Along with way too much makeup, she had a high squeeky voice like a mouse that sounded as if she had worked very hard to get it that way.
"They weren't hoods."said Lem, a bit defensivly. I shot her a relieved glance. She knows how much I hate it when someone calls anyone from the Curtis family hoods.
"Hey, back off. Take it easy."said Candy. "She was just talkin."
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, where do you think Dally hid them?" I asked. "He's used to hiding out. I know he got into a whole lot of trouble in New York. Does here too."
"Yeah, I know. He's probably got a couple of good places." Candy said. "Hey, do you know they already dragged him down to the police station?" Some of the girls gasped. She nodded. "Yup. He told them that..." she looked around suspiciously and beckoned for us to get closer. "He told them that Pony and Johnny went to TEXAS." she whispered excitedly, obviously feeling important.
"TEXAS!?"I asked loudly.
"Shhhh!" she said.
"What the hell would he send them to TEXAS for?!"
"I don't know! Maybe he has a couple of 'friends' down there."
I didn't really believe her. Dally Winston wouldn't tell cops ANYTHING true, especially about Johnny. God, he loved that kid! Johnny, as I said, worshipped the ground Dally walked on. Dally, for all his toughness, was really a sweet guy when it came to him and me and sometimes Johnny. Always joking around, I never really minded when he talked dirty. I can have quite a mouth myself when I get into that kind of mood. I talked to the girls for a little while more. Like real gossip, the usual. Who was going with who, who stole what, who got locked up. Then I got bored with them and me and Lem went back inside. I'd brought my homework with me. It was Sunday and I had school tomorrow. I'm really smart, they put me in all the advanced classes, I have some with Pony. They even moved me up a grade and put me in all THOSE advanced classes. I had some with Pony. Me'n Soda never had classes together. Soda was smart. Real smart. But, he just wasn't book smart. He learned everything from either experience or hearing it from someone. Anyone but teachers. The only thing he was passing was gym and auto, so he dropped out. I really miss him. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to school, so whenever I got something less than 100, I got really mad and disappointed. I freak out. Soda would always talk to me and cheer me up. Calm me down, you know? He always makes me laugh. by next class, I'd be feeling WONDERFUL. You would've thought someone told me I had just won a million dollars. Anyway, because I was so smart teachers always felt compelled to give me a ton of homework. I HATE homework. But I did it anyway. I brought out my English book, paper, a pen, and my copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I had to write a paper on the Hermia, Lysander, Demetrius love triangle. How appropriate. Lem let out a groan.
"Not again! Belle!"Lem whined.
"I know Lem, but I gotta."
"Look, if you're doing this,...*homework*" she said it like it was a dead, contagious, disgusting animal. A smile formed on my lips. "thing again, I'm outta here!"
"You're right Lem."I laughed then sighed. "Have a good time shopping." I broke into a smile again. She looked at me. We both burst out laughing.
"I think you're going to have a pretty good time yourself." she said. I raised my eyebrows and smiled mysteriously. "I'll see ya later Belle!" she said, still laughing.
"See ya" I said, my laughs having calmed down some, but not completely. She left.
I set to work on my, well, work. Soda came in looking for a Pepsi. He came around the counter and stood next to me. "Belle, you working on homework?" he asked, looking over my shoulder at my copy of Midsummer. Soda was 16, so he was a Soph when he dropped. They moved me to Soph about three weeks afterwards. "Yeah." I made a face. "Teachers insist on giving it to me by the truck load." He laughed. "You're lucky. You don't have to deal with Shakespeare anymore. Or his very melancholy and humorous attitude every two weeks."I said. "Hey Soda?"
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you drop out? I miss having you there like crazy!"
He looked at me.I looked down for a minute, and then lifted my eyes to his.
"You know why Belle. I'm not smart."
"Yes you are Soda." I said defiantly and stubbornly. "You're just not... book smart."
"You're sweet Belle, you know that?"
I smiled and blushed. He leaned forward. I tilted my head up and back slightly and his head angled towards mine even more. Our lips touched and as the electricity went through my body and I heard a whole damn orchestra playing, I managed to swivel around in the chair so that I was facing him more comfortably. I slowly reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. He put his hands on my hips and drew me and the stool closer. I pulled back a tiny bit and he leaned his forehead against mine. I looked in his eyes and sighed happily. I licked my lips. He tilted his head and pressed his lips against mine again. The fire going through my body was electrifying. He slid his tongue slightly on the inside my mouth, tracing my lips before gently pressing against my teeth. I got the hint and opened my mouth. His tongue slipped in and he gently, but eagerly started to explore my mouth. I shivered in delight and moaned slightly, relishing in the feeling of him and me together, and his tongue inside my mouth. It just felt so... right. Just at that moment, Steve walked in. Of course! Just my luck.
Anyway, it must have been devastating for Soda; Pony and Johnny killing someone and then running off without telling anyone where they went.
"Hey, you gonna be OK Belle?" Lem had walked over and stood slightly behind me while I watched Soda through the glass.
"Yeah, I'll be all right Lem. It's Soda that I'm worried about. He's not gonna get out of this one without being hurt. And not just his heart Lem. I feel a rumble coming on."
She put her hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at her. She looked really worried. Her eyes told it to me and I know she saw the fear, in my eyes. No matter, how hot as hell Soda could get with his temper, a rumble was still dangerous. Especially if the other side didn't fight fair. Oh, Soda could more than hold his own. But I still worried like hell every time they all went out to "fight to almost the death."
"Yeah, I know. I feel it too." Lem said quietly. Rumbles are big trouble for us Middlers. While only a few of us actually fight in the rumble, we still get all torn up, time after time. We have to decide whether to be with the Greasers or the Socs. We have to decide where we belong, even if it only lasts a little while. We start to turn on each other. It's bad enough being alone, but when all you've got is yourself, and maybe, if you're really lucky, some friends, deciding where you wanna be can be torture. Once, me and Lem were against one another. I sided with Greasers, as I usually do, and she sided with Socs. We didn't talk to each other for weeks and weeks on end. We had become a Greaser and a Soc, and Greasers and Socs are NOT friends. Most people believe the people in the Middle got it good. We never get hurt because nothing is our business. Those people are wrong. It's worse for us. In a rumble, Greasers forget all other 'grievances' they might have for each other at the moment and pull together against the Socs. Socs all forget their 'grievances' against each other and pull together against the Greasers. Not us. We go against each other. We take sides. It's awful. We all hate it, but there was nothing we could do about it. We can't help our own personal opinions and feelings. We all begin to take sides unconsciously. We all side with one or the other. And when we do, we make it known! We go completely Grease or Soc. In the way we act, talk, dress, everything. Rumbles are as much our business as they are everyone else's.
"Whose side you gonna be on this time Lem?" I asked softly, still staring at Soda, having turned to look at him once more ever since I told her I felt the rumble coming on.
"Greaser all the way Belle." she said firmly. I looked at her and smiled. I knew she'd be with me all the way on this one.
"Thanks Lem." I said, and smiled, relieved, at her. At that exact moment, me and Lem officially became best friends. We may not always side together, but we would on this and this one was too important to me not to go Grease. Soda was at stake and with me, he always won. And Lem would be by my side.
I finally turned away from the window. If I looked at Soda anymore then I'd start crying again. I can't stand that. The only two times I cry is at movies, ( and that's all alone in my room at home), and with Soda. I'm tougher than I seem. But, much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about the rumble. A rumble, in the first place, was inevitable. The thought that one wouldn't take place never even crossed my mind. Good thing, I needed time to get ready.
You might say rumbles are stupid, that they don't solve anything. You'd be right. But that doesn't mean that some people really believed that if you beat someone enough times, then you'd finally be equal. Socs literally terrorized the Greasers. The only thing Greasers wanted to do was belong. Unfortunatly, the harder they tried, the more trouble they seemed to attract from the Socs. If the Greasers won, it wouldn't matter. The Socs would just be even more angry at them for beating them. If anything, they would be remembered for being more dangerous. And that is one of the things that make Greasers outsiders. They're tough, dangerous. Hoods. It would lead to rumble after rumble after rumble. It would never end. And it didn't. But the feeling of victory after a rumble was enough. You felt.... justified. If you or a friend had got beat up, rumbles were perfect revenge. Just make sure the guy that did it is the one you go up against. Plain and simple, rumbles were a competition to see who was stronger, better. Like a dance, as Soda once said when I asked him why he kept on fighting. Everyone went for different reasons, but they all went. Soon, even I got hyped about them, but I still hated it when Soda or one of the gang either skipped work or came in wincing the next day from being hurt so bad. And they all refused to go to a doctor. So, I had studied first aid and some procedures, like casts, to help out after a rumble. If THEY wouldn't go to a doc, then I would become one and go to them. You just gotta love all those boys. Soda's house was always open in case someone ever needed a place to crash. We all went there before and after rumbles. At least, when you were a Grease you did. Sometimes I had to side with the Socs. Like, one time Tim Shephard jumped a Soc. A Greaser actually jumped a Soc. And he went after him pretty bad too. Guy ended up in a coma. The Soc happened to be my boyfriend. He's long since gone, but he was my boyfriend then. And in love with Soda or no, you don't beat up my guy and then get me on your side. I can be VERY vindictive. But this time was different from my guy being beat. First of all, I wasn't with a Soc. I may be utterly in love with Soda, but Sandy was around and I couldn't just stay home bored and stop breathing or feeling. I needed to have some fun. But I was still hopelessly in love with Soda. Still am.
Anyway, I went back behind the register. Lem followed me. "So, Lem, how's Antoine?" I asked. Her older brother Antoine had been kicked into a reformatory for six months after robbing a convenience store. I was his own fault he got caught. He wanted kicks, he got caught, he was sent to a reformatory. No big deal. With that stuff, it's the same policy as with the Greasers. If you're gonna do it, do it. But don't get caught. If you get caught, it's your own damn fault and you deserve what's coming to you. Antoine got caught. He went to the reformatory. No sweat, no hard feelings. Maybe next time he'd be more careful.
"Oh, he's doing all right Belle."she said nonchalantly. "He says it's no worse than being here."
"That's good. We wouldn't want him to be *unhappy*, now would we?" I said sarcastically.
"No, that we wouldn't want him to be."she said laughing. I sighed suddenly.
"What is it?" Lem asked.
"Soda's fan club, twelve o'clock."I said, disgusted. A group of girls, a mix of Greasers, Socs, and Middlers were coming straight towards us. These were the girls who came almost everyday to flirt with Soda. And I mean, flirt MERCILESSLY. These girls had no shame. He probably enjoyed it a lot of the time. But I know he thought they were just annoying sometimes. I thought they were annoying ALL the time! They'd come in snapping gum. They'd ask for sodas and candy or anything else they wanted, and they moved outside to where the pumps are. Then, they'd lean on whatever cars were there and chatter endlessly. After a little bit, Soda always came out to fill the gas tanks and check the oil, etc. etc. And then they'd flirt. And flirt. And flirt some more. Did I mention the flirting? Not all the girls were annoying. I know some of them. They were OK girls. It was just the ones that were really RELENTLESS. And they were jerks about it too. They all envied me. I saw him everyday. Talked to him all day. If only they knew the other things we did. The things were had done just this morning. They'd turn positively GREEN!! I smiled smugly at the thought of it. Then they came in. They ordered. They received. They went back out. Me and Lem looked at them, looked at each other, burst out laughing and followed them outside. I wanted, no I needed, gossip today. Good gossip. About anything. Especially about Soda's situation. If anyone could gossip, these girls could. That's all they did ALL day. I don't even know if some of them even had lives outside of coming here. Those girls knew everything juicy there was to know. Not all of it was true, but I figured I could really piece together what happened. Lem was pretty accurate, always was; but there might be more info. Anything to find where Pony and Johnny were hiding. I knew this was killing Soda so anything I could do to help, I would do. "Hey girls."I said cheerfully.
"Hey Belle. Hey Lem." they answered back almost in unison. Me and Lem glanced at each other. We knew what the other was thinking. In mine and Lem's opinion, (not to mention a lot of other people's) they were about as intelligent as a mentally challenged squirrel. So, I said everything cheerfully and clearly, hoping they would have enough brains to figure out what I was saying. "Hey, did you hear about Ponyboy and Johnny?" I asked.
"Oh yeah! It's all over town. All three sections even!!"said a Middler named Candy. She's one of the ones who's tried to be a Soc her whole life. I thought she acted like one pretty good. She was cold, aloof, and hated almost every Greaser.
"Can you believe it? I mean, Pony and Johnny? They always seemed so quiet. Never acted like hoods at all." said a short, slim Greaser with fake platinum blond hair and fake curls. Along with way too much makeup, she had a high squeeky voice like a mouse that sounded as if she had worked very hard to get it that way.
"They weren't hoods."said Lem, a bit defensivly. I shot her a relieved glance. She knows how much I hate it when someone calls anyone from the Curtis family hoods.
"Hey, back off. Take it easy."said Candy. "She was just talkin."
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, where do you think Dally hid them?" I asked. "He's used to hiding out. I know he got into a whole lot of trouble in New York. Does here too."
"Yeah, I know. He's probably got a couple of good places." Candy said. "Hey, do you know they already dragged him down to the police station?" Some of the girls gasped. She nodded. "Yup. He told them that..." she looked around suspiciously and beckoned for us to get closer. "He told them that Pony and Johnny went to TEXAS." she whispered excitedly, obviously feeling important.
"TEXAS!?"I asked loudly.
"Shhhh!" she said.
"What the hell would he send them to TEXAS for?!"
"I don't know! Maybe he has a couple of 'friends' down there."
I didn't really believe her. Dally Winston wouldn't tell cops ANYTHING true, especially about Johnny. God, he loved that kid! Johnny, as I said, worshipped the ground Dally walked on. Dally, for all his toughness, was really a sweet guy when it came to him and me and sometimes Johnny. Always joking around, I never really minded when he talked dirty. I can have quite a mouth myself when I get into that kind of mood. I talked to the girls for a little while more. Like real gossip, the usual. Who was going with who, who stole what, who got locked up. Then I got bored with them and me and Lem went back inside. I'd brought my homework with me. It was Sunday and I had school tomorrow. I'm really smart, they put me in all the advanced classes, I have some with Pony. They even moved me up a grade and put me in all THOSE advanced classes. I had some with Pony. Me'n Soda never had classes together. Soda was smart. Real smart. But, he just wasn't book smart. He learned everything from either experience or hearing it from someone. Anyone but teachers. The only thing he was passing was gym and auto, so he dropped out. I really miss him. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to school, so whenever I got something less than 100, I got really mad and disappointed. I freak out. Soda would always talk to me and cheer me up. Calm me down, you know? He always makes me laugh. by next class, I'd be feeling WONDERFUL. You would've thought someone told me I had just won a million dollars. Anyway, because I was so smart teachers always felt compelled to give me a ton of homework. I HATE homework. But I did it anyway. I brought out my English book, paper, a pen, and my copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I had to write a paper on the Hermia, Lysander, Demetrius love triangle. How appropriate. Lem let out a groan.
"Not again! Belle!"Lem whined.
"I know Lem, but I gotta."
"Look, if you're doing this,...*homework*" she said it like it was a dead, contagious, disgusting animal. A smile formed on my lips. "thing again, I'm outta here!"
"You're right Lem."I laughed then sighed. "Have a good time shopping." I broke into a smile again. She looked at me. We both burst out laughing.
"I think you're going to have a pretty good time yourself." she said. I raised my eyebrows and smiled mysteriously. "I'll see ya later Belle!" she said, still laughing.
"See ya" I said, my laughs having calmed down some, but not completely. She left.
I set to work on my, well, work. Soda came in looking for a Pepsi. He came around the counter and stood next to me. "Belle, you working on homework?" he asked, looking over my shoulder at my copy of Midsummer. Soda was 16, so he was a Soph when he dropped. They moved me to Soph about three weeks afterwards. "Yeah." I made a face. "Teachers insist on giving it to me by the truck load." He laughed. "You're lucky. You don't have to deal with Shakespeare anymore. Or his very melancholy and humorous attitude every two weeks."I said. "Hey Soda?"
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you drop out? I miss having you there like crazy!"
He looked at me.I looked down for a minute, and then lifted my eyes to his.
"You know why Belle. I'm not smart."
"Yes you are Soda." I said defiantly and stubbornly. "You're just not... book smart."
"You're sweet Belle, you know that?"
I smiled and blushed. He leaned forward. I tilted my head up and back slightly and his head angled towards mine even more. Our lips touched and as the electricity went through my body and I heard a whole damn orchestra playing, I managed to swivel around in the chair so that I was facing him more comfortably. I slowly reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. He put his hands on my hips and drew me and the stool closer. I pulled back a tiny bit and he leaned his forehead against mine. I looked in his eyes and sighed happily. I licked my lips. He tilted his head and pressed his lips against mine again. The fire going through my body was electrifying. He slid his tongue slightly on the inside my mouth, tracing my lips before gently pressing against my teeth. I got the hint and opened my mouth. His tongue slipped in and he gently, but eagerly started to explore my mouth. I shivered in delight and moaned slightly, relishing in the feeling of him and me together, and his tongue inside my mouth. It just felt so... right. Just at that moment, Steve walked in. Of course! Just my luck.