More adventures of sex-crazed Kimmie and Ryan the stud – in the sequel to The Chinos

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CHAPTER 5: The straw that broke the camel's back

I don't know how much more of this I can take. It's been more than a week and virtually every morning, Kimmie corners me and drags me to her van. And each time I give in, and then we have to break off in mid-grope to get to class. I have to carry my backpack in front of me these days.

Detention in the evenings? More torture. Kimmie can't keep her hands off me and I'm too weak to sit anywhere else. It's not all one way, though.

I keep hoping that maybe one of these evenings Sandy or Kirsten will forget to come pick me up and I can get another round in the van. Because, damn, this is getting more than a little frustrating. Even though I'm spending a lot of time in my shower, thinking about Kimmie. A lot.

At least it's coming to the end of the week and maybe I can spend a weekend not thinking about doing her. Or about that stupid road trip she's been talking about. I can see her little game there. And damn her, it's working. I can't get the thought of what we could do with a few days alone together out of my head. Maybe I should spend some time with her at the weekend, if my grounding's over. I don't know anymore. I can't think straight.

Finally, it's lunchtime. This day has already been horrendously long. Horrendous. I have to stop paying attention in English class. I can't handle this vocabulary.

I see Seth and Summer already at the table in the courtyard but I haven't gotten my meal yet.

"Hey, stud," Kimmie appears beside me. "What'cha doing?"

"About to get a bite to eat..."

"Really? Can I join you?" She raises an eyebrow.

I must resist. It's during school hours, I'm still in trouble and sex with Kimmie, no matter how unbelievable, always seems to entail getting grounded. But...

"Come on, it'll be totally innocent...nothing we haven't done before..."

She's unstoppable. And I'm happy to go along. Who am I to deny her? I let her take my hand and pull me out of the lunch line. I'll have to deal with Seth and Summer later. I'll tell them I was studying...yeah. Studying.

They've been sticking to me like glue recently. It's Summer's doing, not Seth's. I think he's cool with Kimmie now, but Summer really disapproves. It's beginning to grate.

I don't say anything on the walk to the parking lot but as we reach the van, the silence is too much even for me. I open my mouth to speak but she pins me against the van, kissing me. And after all this teasing, I am so ready for some action. This time, there's no way I'm stopping until we get it on. I spin her around and press into her, grinding my hips against hers as she sucks my tongue into her hot mouth. We pull apart, panting, and she gives me a saucy grin.

She opens the door of the van and I climb in, pulling her up after me, and we fall onto one of the seats. Neither of us needs much in the way of foreplay – we're both eager to get on with it. In fact, I don't think I've ever been more ready in my whole life. And let's face it, Kimmie isn't exactly patient at the best of times.

"C'mon stud," she urges me, pulling up my shirt, "let's hurry." That's good with me. We've got less than half an hour ahead of us, no time to waste. She practically tears the buttons off in her haste, and her nails graze my skin on the way down to my pants, which she peels off eagerly. Easy, Kimmie...

I pull off her tank top and free her breasts from their bra with one hand (something Trey taught me way back when – always useful in a rush). She moans, and wriggles out of her tiny skirt and panties. I just stop and look at her for a second – because, man, she is fucking gorgeous lying there in all her curvy blonde cheerleader glory. Sometimes I can't believe she's so into me.

Clothes are strewn around the van, hands and mouths everywhere, and just as I'm about to rip open the foil packet I extracted from my pants before they were torn off me – the door opens.

Fuck! Are we cursed or something?

"Oh my god! Chino!"

I cannot fucking believe it. That voice is unmistakable.

I turn my head and see a crimson Summer, hand on the door, eyes fixed on – well, a point south of my waist. I am struck dumb. This is getting really freakish. Not to mention a real pain in the ass.

Kimmie, on the other hand, seems unperturbed.

"Sum, can I get you anything?" she purrs. "A glass of water, maybe? Or would you like to join in? I'm sure Ryan is man enough... "

Uh, what? An image flashes into my head and I repress it immediately. Bad, Chino! Bad!

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," wails Summer. She's screwed her eyes shut and she looks like she's about to die of embarrassment. She fumbles with the handle, slams the door shut and I can hear her heels clicking rapidly on the pavement as she runs away.

Kimmie bursts out laughing. "Did you see her face? I bet she won't be trying to slap me down any time soon..."

I still can't think of anything to say. Except that I am horribly embarrassed. And that I can't imagine actually having sex here now. If Summer's here, Seth can't be far behind. And there are things I definitely don't want Seth to see. Ever.

"Uh, Kimmie, I don't know if I can..."

She pouts. "But..."

No buts. I can't do this. I'm desperate to do her, but right now... I just can't.

"Listen," I whisper, "I'll make it up to you. I promise..."

She looks disappointed. And very, very naked. And it feels completely wrong to leave her here. But I am rattled.

"Okay, stud," she sighs. "But you better be thinking about this road trip. Because you owe me big time."

"Yeah," I say – and the idea of a few days alone with Kimmie is becoming more and more alluring. Especially if it means we're away from Summer and her prying ways. "But I have to figure how I can get away from the Cohens. I mean, I've just been grounded for the past week..."

"Tell them you need a break to pull yourself together. Or something. Come on, stud, we can't go on like this..." And she gives me such a wicked look that I have to agree. I don't think I can survive another week like this one. It's getting painful.

We get dressed quickly and split as we leave the van.

I can barely face Seth. I manage to avoid him for the rest of the day at school, and detention...well, it's playful as usual. Kimmie pouted most of the period but I was able to make her lose her breath a couple of times.

The last thing she said when she left me was that I owed her.

Okay, I owe her. But she couldn't have really expected me to sleep with her after Summer's little peeping tom act...

Oh, the horror. I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to face her again.

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Sandy is chattering good-naturedly on the ride home and I respond when I get the chance. Nodding at his tales of Caleb-hate, mumbling agreement on his baseball narratives. I'm listening; I just have other things on my mind.

Road trip.

I think I'm finally ready to try and figure out a way to get the hell out of town for a few days.

I don't think I can take seeing Summer any time soon. She's already seen enough of me to last a while.

"Ryan?" Sandy calls.

"Hmm?"

"We're home. Are you planning on getting out?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry...long day."

"I know how that goes. Come on," Sandy gets out and I follow him into the house.

How can I convince him to let me go on this road trip? Or should I go for Kirsten first?

"Hey, man, where were you today?" Seth asks as we enter the kitchen.

"He better have been at school," Sandy gives me a look.

Summer must not have mentioned her private showing. "I was. I missed lunch, I was working on a project." I hate lying to Seth, but it looks like he believes me. Until Summer comes clean. If she ever does.

"Oh. Okay. How was detention?"

"Fine." Now he's giving me a smile. Like he has a secret or something. I've never had this much trouble reading Seth before.

"And Kimmie? How's Kimmie?" Sandy asks. He's grinning, too.

I'm sticking to silence. It's safer. I shrug. I point towards the doors and lift my backpack to my shoulder again. I make a dash for the poolhouse.

As soon as I drop my bag, I hear Seth behind me. He's like a puppy. I should never have fed him the first time – he just keeps coming back.

"So you were studying at lunch, huh?" he says.

I nod. I hate lying to Seth.

"Well, I ended up having lunch on my own," he says. "Summer suddenly disappeared, saying she'd forgotten something important. Didn't catch up with her until the end of the day."

I look at him cautiously. He's grinning. I really hope he isn't going to bring up the incident in the van.

A question seems in order. "What happened?"

His grin widens. "Dude, I don't know. But after avoiding me all day she kind of made up for it on the drive home, if you catch my drift."

Oh. Yeah, I catch the drift all right. I'm not sure what to say. On the one hand, I'm flattered, I guess. If this is what I think it is. On the other – this is so wrong. And Seth cannot – must not – know about it.

Luckily, he's oblivious. But he is still babbling about Summer.

"I swear, Ryan, that girl is crazy. We actually pulled up in this parking lot on the way and she just attacked me. I never thought she'd give..."

I cut in. "Too much information, Seth." I can do without the gory details. He stops.

I feel weird about this. It's definitely time to hit the road. I'll have to bullshit Kirsten and Sandy. I've got to get out of here. Plus, it sounds like Seth is getting more than I am and that is just not right.

Seth flops down on my bed. Damn, he wants to stay and talk for a change.

"So, man. It's getting pretty serious between you and Kimmie, I see."

"What? What do you see?" It's not serious between us. We fuck. Well, we would if we got a chance. That's about the only serious thing we can handle right now.

"Well, she's pretty protective."

What the hell is he talking about?

His face drops. "She didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"That I saw her...never mind."

"Seth, spill it." I have to admit I'm curious. Kimmie, protective? Again? I have to hear this.

"She has class with Chip..."

"What does Chip have to do with this?" He's an ass, but he hasn't been giving me much lip lately. He's been pretty quiet. He actually turned and walked the other way a couple of times.

"She...she threatened to neuter him," Seth says finally, bouncing his knee up and down.

"What?"

"I was walking by the classroom and I saw her, she had him all pushed up against the wall and he was damned scared...she had him by the balls. Literally."

Interesting. Kimmie keeps surprising me. Resourceful girl.

"I tell you, man, I thought I was scared of Summer, but Kimmie...she put the fear in Chip."

"I did not know that." And I wish I'd been there to see it.

"So? You still say nothing's going on between you guys?" Seth asks with a smile.

"We're friends..."

"Who tend to be horizontal?" He wiggles his eyebrows. He looks more like Sandy every day.

"Seth..."

"You're not going to tell me anything?" he pouts. I'm fielding a lot of pouts today.

My phone buzzes, saving me from his begging eyes. I flip it open without looking at the ID.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Chino. What's up in Newport?"

"Hey, Luke. Not a damn thing," I reply. It's good to hear his voice.

"Nothing? Really? No gossip? You still fucking the skank?"

"What?" What is Luke talking about? Am I in an alternate dimension or something, because I feel a step behind all these questions.

"Summer emails. She says you're banging a 'skank.' Her words, not mine."

"Summer's insane. I'm looking at proof right now," I reply. Seth gives me the finger.

"Oh, Cohen's there?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the reason I'm calling is that I had such a good time out there the other week that I was wondering if I could return the favor. You want to come out to Portland for a few days?"

Hmm...I think I can work with this. I meet Seth's curious gaze. Seth will never go for it. If I can convince Kirsten and Sandy to let me go see Luke, then I can go on the road trip with Kimmie. But it has to be planned out. I can't let Seth know. He'll want to go with me to Portland, Summer will have to accompany him and then, game over.

"Ryan?"

"Can you hang on just a second?" I lower the phone. "Seth, Luke's upset, I need to talk to him. Can you give me a few minutes?"

"Sure. I'll be in the house. Come in when you're done and give me the scoop, okay?" He looks concerned and I feel the pangs of guilt from lying to him.

"Hey, Luke. I've got a bit of a problem," I put the phone back to my ear and wait for him to listen.

"What's up?"

"Well, my friend, Kimmie..."

"The skank," Luke infers.

"No. She's a friend..."

"Is she as hot as I think she is?"

"Yes." Oh God, yes.

"Sweet." Man, you have no idea.

"She wants me to take a road trip with her. But I'm sort of grounded..."

"That and the fact that you got caught banging her in a closet at school..."

"You live in a different state, how do you know so much?"

"Summer emails, I told you. Go on. How can I help? I'm always up for getting my buddies laid."

I tell him my plan. I tell the Cohens I want to visit him and he covers for me. He'll tell his dad that I'm having problems and need to visit my mother on the way and don't want the Cohens to know, and I'll tell the Cohens that he's having problems and wants me to come see him alone, without Seth. Leaving me free to go on this cryptic road trip that Kimmie keeps bringing up. We have a few teacher study days coming up at the beginning of next week – if I can convince Sandy and Kirsten to let me go this weekend we could have at least five days. More if we leave Friday afternoon...

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I don't know how much more I can take of the teasing. I thought it was a good idea and it would wear Ryan down but I didn't count on feeling the strain to such an extent.

I find myself thinking of his hot, sexy body at all times of the day and night. I can't concentrate anymore, and I swear I've not thought of rat bastard (he doesn't deserve a name anymore) for, oh, nearly twenty-four hours.

The thing is, all this touching and messing around in detention and almost getting off is driving me crazy. I'm playing it cool, but if this goes on I will assault him in class one day and fuck the consequences. I just want him. Now.

So – how do I get him?

I think he's beginning to cave in though. That little bitch Summer really got to him. I can't believe how rattled he was by the whole thing. It's kind of sweet the way he felt we couldn't do it after she left. Well, okay, sweet wasn't the word I would've used then. But still.

My cellphone rings. Speak of the devil...

"Hey stud."

"Hey."

"So – calling for a little phone sex? To make up for lunchtime?"

Silence.

"Um, it's not really..." He sounds uncomfortable. Yeah, I didn't think it'd be his thing. Shame. With his husky voice... Still, the boy can't help it. And he's got plenty of other skills.

"Relax, stud, I was joking. What's up?"

"What do you think of Portland as a destination for our trip?" he asks, and I have to stop myself from squeeing in glee.

"If I can convince Kirsten and Sandy to let me go, we could leave Friday after class. And as long as we're back late Wednesday night we'll be cool."

"Why Portland?" I ask.

"There's a friend of mine there I'd like to visit. You'd probably like him. He's got no morals to speak of either," he snarks. Huh. Well there's an old friend of mine we might visit on the way, stud, but I'm not telling until we get there.

I don't think Ryan'll like Jay, though.

"Oh, and don't tell anyone we're going together, Kimmie, because as far as the Cohens know, this is going to be a solo trip."

"Okay. I'll sort something out with my parents. It shouldn't be a problem."

I do a little dance when I put the phone down. We're going on a road trip! Five nights alone with stud-boy! Yay!

Now, on to serious things. What underwear should I pack? Because this trip deserves serious lingerie.

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Convincing the Cohens turns out to be easier than I thought. Especially once I discover that my grounding is due to end on Friday. I tell them school's been tough, lots of hard work and attitude from the jocks. It's all true. And I don't mention Mary, or Mom's little Reno escapade, but they know it's been preying on my mind. Although Mary? Not so much these days.

"So, you think you need a break," Sandy says.

I nod. "I really could do with some time out."

"You want to go to Portland"?" Kirsten asks.

"Yeah." I do, eventually. "Luke's asked me over. He wants to see a friendly face."

"What's wrong?" She sounds concerned.

"You know, he's still a little... isolated up there." Apart from all the girls, of course. But he says he misses having a buddy. Portland jocks aren't much more welcoming to new arrivals than Newport's.

"You're in the middle of a semester, isn't Luke going to have school?" Sandy asks.

"Yeah."

"So what are you going to do there?"

Hard one. "Just hang out. Get out of town for a while. Relax and not think about...anything for a few days." Think about Kimmie. I bet I can make her scream my name again in thirty seconds or less.

"I don't know, Ryan. Why all of a sudden..."

"I just need a break." I do, dammit. Seth's smothering, I can't face Summer, and the only thing that is keeping me afloat is Kimmie's funfest.

They exchange a look. This is make or break time.

Sandy sighs. "I'll give Carson a call and make sure it's okay..." Phew. I passed.

Thank god for Luke. He told his Dad our sob story about how I needed to go visit my mom and didn't want the Cohens to worry and his big gay dad is sympathetic as hell. I'm going on a road trip. With Kimmie. And finally – we are going to have some alone time.

And okay, I feel a twinge of guilt for spinning a story but I am going to Portland. Just not right now, and not alone. It's only a little white lie.

Besides, I owe Kimmie.

TBC