Red River Blue

Chapter 65

"Are ya alright in there?," River asked. Harley nodded. Her mother lingered in the doorway of Spencer's room for another moment before adding, "I'm right downstairs if you need me." River gave the handsome young man a pointed glance before she turned and headed back the way she had come. Harley sighed, glad at least that it was her mom that came to check on her and not her dad or her uncle Daryl.

Harley was more than a little nervous to come into Spencer's bedroom. But as promised, he made no attempt to touch her. He even left the bedroom door open, which made her feel more at ease. Once she was inside the room, Harley spotted some sporting equipment leaning up against the wall near the closet. Their conversation flowed easily after that. Spencer told her about his time playing college basketball and she talked to him about all the sports she played in high school and how she was offered full ride scholarships to three different colleges. They talked about their favorite sports teams and which professional athletes that they liked and disliked.

Harley couldn't remember the last time she had a normal conversation with someone. It felt refreshing to talk about something besides walkers and food and water and ammo and finding shelter and life or death problems every day all day long. Harley had been physically attracted to boys before. Especially athletic ones. But usually once she started talking to them she got turned off in a hurry. They were either rude or dumb or totally full of themselves. After a while she gave up trying. This time she was finding that the more she talked to the man sitting next to her on the edge of his bed, the more she wanted to talk to him.

"You have a hoop?," Harley asked, gesturing towards the basketball that was peeking out from under a tangled up hockey net. Spencer nodded. Finally he got a smile out of her. She showed her teeth and everything. He never saw a girl so excited about a basketball hoop before in his life.

"Do you want to go shoot some hoops?," he asked against his better judgment. It seemed against the rules of dating to suggest to a woman that was already sitting on his bed that they leave his room and go shoot basketball. But he was actually as eager as she was to go. Once in a while Spencer could talk his brother Aiden into playing horse or something equally lame with him. But other than that no one else in town played any sports at all.

"Right now?," Harley asked. She was pretty anyway but Spencer noticed when she got excited that she got a little twinkle in her ice blue eyes that made her totally irresistible. And impossible to say no to.

"Sure, if you want to," he answered.

"Hell yes I do!," she declared, standing up from the bed and straightening out her dress. Spencer laughed. He stood and crossed the room to grab his basketball.

The first thing Harley did was kick off the ridiculous shoes she was wearing. The cement was cold and rough against the soles of her feet. Her toes were painted candy apple red to match her fingernails. It was the first time in her life that she ever had a matching manicure and pedicure. Other than the few times she let the girls on the field hockey team paint her nails in the team colors Harley didn't see much of a point spending that much time on her personal grooming. The only thing she was willing to invest time in was her hair. And that was only because straightening it made it easier to manage.

"First to ten?," Harley asked. She adjusted her stance, spreading her feet wider apart and bending slightly at the knees and waist. Her tight dress was restricting her movements so Harley pulled at it, hiking the hem up until she could move her legs freely. She didn't have a hair tie so she just tucked her long locks behind her ears and tossed the whole mess back behind her shoulders.

Spencer didn't let her win. He won. Harley would rather beat him. SHe always played to win. But she was glad he played hard and didn't treat her like a princess. Losing was better than being coddled. Harley's body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. She knew she would be sore the next day. But it was a good kind of sore. She expended enough of her aggressive energy playing ball that she was finally able to relax.

"Don't take this the wrong way," Spencer said, "But you're a lot better ball player than I thought you'd be." He cringed at his own words, glancing at the girl next to him and waiting to see what her reaction would be. Harley looked up at him, her little scowl turning up into a smile. Then she laughed. Her giggle was much more girlish and high pitched than Spencer expected. He found himself laughing along with her. She was pretty even with the scowl. But when her face lit up like that she was really beautiful. While they were playing, it was a struggle to focus on the game and not on her long bare legs and the way her body was shoving and pushing up against his in all the best ways.

"Can I walk you home?," he asked. Harley laughed again and shrugged her shoulders. Spencer offered the girl his hand. She stared at it a moment before gripping it with her slimmer one. Her hand felt good in his. He could feel the callouses on her palm and the strength in her grip. She had her high heel shoes in her other hand, swinging them back and forth as they walked. Spencer had the basketball balanced on his hip, resting his elbow on it. The walk to Harley's house was short and even though he tried to take his time it was only a minute or two before they were standing on her front porch in front of the door.

"Rematch tomorrow?," Harley asked. Spencer smiled and nodded, enjoying the hopeful tone in her voice. He would very much like to see her tomorrow. And the day after that. And probably the next day too.

"Do you …uh," Spencer stuttered. He cleared his throat. "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

Normally he wouldn't ask. She was standing so close to him that their bodies were almost touching. And she was still smiling a little. He thought about just going in for a kiss. But he also remembered the way Harley recoiled from him when he touched her shoulder at the party. Who only knew what happened to her outside the walls. Spencer didn't want to do anything to scare her. And he sure as hell didn't want to ruin his chances with her either. If she didn't want a kiss now, then he would wait until she did.

Harley cocked her head slightly to the side. A boy never asked permission to kiss her before. Her instinct was to immediately say hell no and knee him good in the crotch. But looking over the hard muscles of Spencer's chest and then up into his face, she suddenly had other ideas. Maybe a kiss didn't sound so bad. She never kissed anyone before. But people did it all the time. How bad could it be? Thoughts of kissing the man in front of her made Harley's nipples go hard inside her tight dress. Clearly her body thought a kiss sounded good, even if the rest of her wasn't so sure.

"Okay." Harley heard the word pop out of her mouth before she was sure if she even wanted to say it. Now she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips. Once she agreed to the kiss, she expected Spencer to come at her. But he was just standing there smiling at her. He lifted his hand, moving slowly so she had time to back off if she wanted to. She swallowed hard and held her ground. He stroked his hand gently over her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Then he touched her face, his thumb brushing across her full lips. Harley felt like everything was moving in slow motion. As he leaned down to press his lips against hers, his hand slid around, cupping the back of her neck. And then his lips touched hers. He was much more gentle than she expected, barely brushing her mouth with his. Like a whisper of a promise. Instead of yanking away and shoving him off, like she was prepared to do, Harley found herself leaning in eager for something more substantial.

Spencer was only planning to give her a little peck. But when he started to pull back, Harley followed his movements, pressing her lips harder against his. He smiled into the kiss, applying a little more pressure and moving his lips against hers. He parted his lips, his tongue gently sliding out to get a taste of her. She gasped a little at that, her lips parting slightly. He used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth, tangling it with hers. Spencer didn't know he dropped the basketball until his arm was around her waist and he heard the ball bouncing down the porch steps. He pulled her body flush against his. Her arms were around his neck and she was up on her tiptoes, her full breasts pressing against the hard plane of his chest.

His hand was in her hair and they had moved beyond a simple goodnight kiss some time ago. They were full on making out, their mouths open and tongues sliding against each other. Both their lips already swollen from the lingering contact.

Spencer couldn't believe his luck. Not only was Harley hands down the sexiest girl he ever laid his hands on. She was probably the most beautiful girl left alive in the whole entire world. And she was moaning softly into his mouth like she was ready for more than a kiss. He gripped her waist tighter, pulling her close and grinding his hard dick into her stomach. That's when she pulled her mouth away from his.

As soon as she pulled back, Spencer released his grip on her immediately. Harley was breathing hard, her pupils dilated with desire. She took a step back. Then changed her mind and moved towards him again. She started at his feet, her eyes raking up his body until she got to his face. He reached for her but she danced back out of his reach. Then she turned and flung her front door open, darting inside and slamming it shut directly in his face.

"Well goodnight Harley," he chuckled. Spencer leaned against the door, resting his forehead against the wood and willing his dick to stop throbbing in his pants. He was finally catching his breath when the door swung back open as aggressively as it had been shut. He was still leaning on it and nearly fell forward onto his face. Spencer caught himself with his hand on the doorframe and straightened himself back up. When he looked up, his eyes almost bugged out of his head.

Harley was in the doorway. Her dress was gone. She was only wearing a bra and a wispy little pair of panties. Spencer thought he ought to be doing something about the situation but instead he just stood there staring at her with his mouth hanging open. Harley reached forward, gripping him by the front of his shirt and yanking him inside the house. He heard the fabric of his shirt rip with the amount of force she used. She slammed the door shut again, this time with both of them inside. Her hands glided up his arms and then down over his chest. When she got to his waistline she gripped his shirt again. This time she tore it open, ripping the fabric and sending the buttons flinging off in every direction and baring his chest. Her eyes were slitted and catlike as she leaned in closer, pressing her body against his and kissing up the cord of his neck.

"My room is upstairs," she whispered.

Her words snapped Spencer back into reality. He pulled her against him, kissing her roughly on the lips. His hands slid down her waist and over the tight curve of her ass. He gripped her by the thighs, lifting her into the air so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. She was strong enough to hold most of her own slight weight but he kept a tight grip on her just in case. Then he turned and headed for the stairs.