Yesterday was my 20th Birthday
Yesterday was my 20th birthday. Tomorrow I start in the academy.
To celebrate Kerri has invited me round to hers to watch a pirate copy of the latest Adam Sander Jar and the promise of 'any hole's a goal'. We've finished the movie and we're part way through the promise.
'I like these moments' Kerri says as she presses her head against my chest.
'What moments?' I ask.
'These…' she emphasises, 'Where it's just us… in my room… Listening to music.'
It's only now that I'm aware that at some point between her going to the bathroom and getting back into bed, Kerri has put a Blur CD on. 13, I think. My left arm, which is wrapped round Kerri and holding her close to me, has gone numb. I gently use it to squeeze her rump and she takes this as intended and moves on top of me. She performs this manoeuvre in such a way that her 36C breasts stroke across my face. I flick out a hungry tongue as a passing nipple. She giggles and moves her body down now, so that we're face to face. My erection pressing against her. She is very beautiful. There's no denying that. Her big brown eyes look out from smudged black mascara. Her black fringe although now ruffled sweeps across her forehead in a style reminiscent of Hitler, but what I'm assured is following the 'emo' style that everyone is into presently. A style that passed away thousands of years ago, but, like most things, has been resurrected due to a complete lack of imagination by anyone. She tilts her head forward so that the rest of her hair hangs down the side of her face and, bizarrely, it begins to resemble the hoody she was wearing when I first met her in Jilly's.
I am compelled to kiss her and do so. Her tongue darts in and out of my mouth in that experienced way I've come to enjoy. I cup her breasts in my hands and knead them as she grinds herself against my thigh. Kerri stops kissing me and staring me straight in the eyes she reaches down with a delicate hand and jerks me off a little before she guides my penis into her vagina… Dipping we call it. We're not going to have sex yet, but the feeling of being inside her is good for us both… She pulls me out and then makes the inevitable journey south. Kerri's forte is not in giving head unfortunately. She can fuck like a demi-god and is particularly good at a titty wank, but her inability to suck me off is something I have to put up with. You take the rough with the smooth. What I usually do is make a appreciative noises and smile at her when she looks up. To day I simply grab the stack of CD's, without cases annoyingly, on the bedside table and flick though them.
Her collection is often associated with those who want to show an eclectic taste. The usual suspects are all present and correct. Finch, Radiohead, Mozart, Taking back Sunday, My Chemical Romance, a sneaky Britney Spears and a Derek and Clive album?
'Derek and Clive?' I ask 'You own a Derek and Clive album! How old you? What 11?'
Looking down I see Kerri has removed my knob from her mouth and is looking at me with an impish grin.
'I'M 14' she says mock offended 'As well you know.'
'My point exactly!' I continue staring at the ceiling 'You're 14! Don't you think you're a bit young to be listening to this? I mean, it's a bit, you know, rude',
I look back down at Kerri and notice she is frozen solid and staring at me. Her left hand still holds my erection. She says nothing but her eyes speak volumes.
'Okay, point taken.' I say waving my hands as a pantomime gesture as if to brush away the previous conversation. 'Carry on…'
When she has finished, I flip her over onto all fours and penetrate her from behind, hard and fast… Or as long as my Catholic guilt can hold out. Although she is very beautiful which I'm sure I've told you, I think about a girl I saw in a crowd shot in a music magazine. A ripped 'Jesus is my homie' t-shirt exposing the top of full round milky white tits. I ejaculate and then we smoke a joint, she does a line of coke and then I decide I'm ready for the off.
As I get dressed, Kerri sits in bed with the quilt pulled up to cover her chest. As if somehow, she was a little modest girl.
'Have things changed between us?' She asks lighting another joint.
'What?' I reply not really listening and too busy putting my shirt on.
'Have things changed between us?'
I finish buttoning my shirt and sigh. Sometimes this would happen. Kerri would question our relationship and I would, as I'm doing now, take it as a really good sign that I should fuck off and get out of this 'relationship' before it's too late.
'Not at all my little Lolita' I say
Kerri gets out from under the quilt and crawls like a panther over to the end of the bed where I'm now sat fastening my shoelaces.
'Then how come, Quilty, things feel like they've changed?'
She nibbles my ear as I do up my tie. I remember I have a brochure to finish off for 3 tomorrow.
'Nothing has changed.' I say not turning, 'Nothing has changed since I met you in Jilly's a year ago. Everything is the same. You come round to my house to fuck and I come round here when your daddy is at some conference or other at the weekend.'
'It's because I'm 15 next month isn't it? You've gone off me. Sarah says that you type of men get bored really quickly.'
Sarah is one of Kerri's friends she 's met through drunken nights at Rock Kitchen. A red head with huge tits who would be good for ploughing but nothing else. Her pathetic pearls of wisdom are dispensed to me by Kerri on a regular basis.
'Kerri, I've known you for a year. We started screwing last Easter. I have not gone off you. Sarah should keep her fucking opinions to herself.'
There is a stony silence. Kerri brushes her hand across my face, gets off the bed and makes her way to her desk where she does another line.
'Daddy care that you do that?' I growl 'Sarah ever tell you about cocaine….'
'Oh please.' She giggles ' This is from daddy's stash.'
Rich Bitch, I'm sure you'll agree.
'There's a battle of the bands on tomorrow night at the Attic if you fancy going..' She says.
'I'm 20.'
'That's not an answer. Didn't you know the lead singer from Akoga or something?'
'Something'
'Judas…'
'Look! Leave it. It's not you. It's me.' I lie 'I'm tired. Tonight has been great…. I'm sorry.
I'm stood behind her and place a hand on her shoulder. So what am I supposed to say? What do I do? Tell her the truth. I am bored. I don't even know. I don't even know as I undo my flies, pull out my dick, bend her over her desk and fuck her till she cums. When we've finished. I zip myself up and make for the door.
'I love you' she says.
I pause. My hand on the door handle. The smell of smoke, sweat and sin in the air. I turn my head to her, smile and walk out of the door. As I walk down stairs, I hear the opening bars of Karma Police playing, but I'm not sure if they're coming from her room or from inside my head.