Thursday, April 12, 2012

Red

          She couldn’t stop staring at the back of his head.  His hair came down to just below his delicious ears and feathered off into heavenly wisps.  She was always tempted to reach forward and touch it, but she didn’t dare.  She ran her eyes down his neck and pictured the small of his back through his dark shirt, which left just a little to the imagination.  She bit down hard on her lower lip as she caught a glimpse of his arms and thought of what it would be like if he just randomly threw her up against the wall some day after class.  The teacher cleared her throat at the front of the room and snapped her back into reality.
            Will had only sat in front of her for about a week now in math class, but she had become completely enamored of him over the last few days.  He was relatively quiet in all of the other classes she had with him, spoke out a bit, but this was where he was in his element.  He would ace every test, often correct the teacher and never help out his fellow classmates even when they begged.  In fact, Sarah thought he was kind of a dick, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
            She stared blankly at the paper in front of her, drifting off into deep thought while chewing on the end of her pen.  Yeah, it was math, but pencils were for pussies.  She caught the teacher glaring at her and pretended to start doing some work. 
One time she thought that she caught Will checking her out in English, but he might have just been bored.  Or he could have been just staring at her for far different reasons.  She tended to make somewhat of a spectacle out of herself.  Today wasn’t any different either.
She crossed her legs under the cramped little desk and peeking out from beneath were a pair of lace-up, thigh high, platform combat boots—jet black and high gloss pleather.   Running up the rest of her legs were a combination of red tights and fishnet stockings, which led up to a short denim skirt paired with an asymmetrical studded belt.  She wore a short-sleeved lab coat stolen from her father, which was longer than the skirt and a tight rock tee with some innocuous singer on the front.  Her arms were covered in freckles and bracelets, her fingernails were long and polished and the expression of despair and sarcasm on her face was somewhat masked behind dark purple lipstick and green eyeliner.  She had the smile of a jack-o-lantern and curves in most of the right places.  People always remembered her, but few ever really knew who she was.  She was about to find out that she and Will had that in common.
He shoved a pile of papers in her face and told her to pass them back.  She fished hers out of the stack and gave the rest to the boy sitting behind her.
“Damnit!” she could hear him curse under his breath.  “A fucking A minus!”  He crumpled up the test and shoved it in his bag, which seemed to be held together by patches and pins of random bands.
“You know,” she said softly, “I only got a C plus, so don’t feel so bad.”
Her turned around and glared at her from behind a curtain of brown hair.
“You could work with me today after class if you want and help me figure out what I missed,” she said trying to keep a cheerful tone as he blinked at her sarcastically.
“Uh, yeah, I don’t think so,” he said dryly.  “I bet Jen would help you.  I’ve got my own crap to deal with now.”
“Why? Because you didn’t get every single answer right? An A is pretty damn good.”
“Yeah, well tell that to my mom,” he said, staring off into space.  “She’ll want to know why I didn’t do the extra credit ones.  Because if I had, I probably would have had a full A…”
“Well,” she said lightly placing her hand on his shoulder, “there are worse things that could happen to you.”
He looked down at her hand and pushed it away abruptly.  “Yeah, well you don’t know her and you sure as hell don’t know me.  So back the fuck off.”
She stared at him in disbelief and wondered what that whole thing was about.  But before she could respond, the bell rang and in a flash he had snatched up his bag and bolted for the door.  She hurriedly gathered up her things and ran after him.  She wasn’t about to leave things between them like that. 
It was hard to catch up with him wearing her boots, but she finally did.  She grabbed the back of his flimsy backpack and dragged him into the dark corridor between the math and English wings.
“What the hell?” he whined.  “Are you crazy or something?”
“No,” she spat out, still hanging onto the bag for dear life.  “I just didn’t get why you got all pissy with me in class.  Okay, I get it.  You aren’t into the whole dumb girl cliché.  I just wanted an excuse to—“
“Listen, it’s none of your business,” he hissed at her.  “Just drop it!”
He jerked away from her and pulled as hard as he could, spilling the contents of his bag all over the concrete.  She stared at everything on the floor, wide-eyed and cringing.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!  I didn’t mean to—“  But she stopped as something rolled past her foot—a tiny cylinder of plastic that had a familiar form.  She picked it up as he stared at her in horror and opened it to expose a bright red shade of lipstick.
“Uh, so I guess your mom wears some pretty drastic makeup.  Nice,” she laughed.
“My mom doesn’t wear makeup,” he said quietly, not taking his eyes off of her.  “Just give it to me.”
“I didn’t know you had a sister,” she said surprised.
“I don’t.”
“Um, a girlfriend?” she swallowed.
“No, just fucking give it back!” he yelled nervously.
They stood in the hallway at odds with one another.
“Oh wow,” she smiled.  “You don’t mean that this is—That you—Wow…”
“What?” he asked quickly.  “You know, just forget it.  This never happened.  Don’t worry about my backpack or any of my shit.  Just leave.  We are fine.”
“Heh, that’s actually pretty hot,” she said with a viscous smile and a raised eyebrow.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snarled with fear behind his eyes, grabbing her by the collar of her coat.
“Oh, I think I do!” she laughed.
“Don’t you dare tell anyone!  Or I’ll—“
“Or you’ll what?” she said staring him dead in the eyes.
“I’ll…Uh…”
She slapped him right across the face as hard as she could, causing him to let go of her coat and put his hand to his cheek.  She liked him like that, all saddened and awestruck.  She could feel the anger and tension between them and figured this was as good a time as any.
She grabbed him around the waist with one hand while running her other through all of that gorgeous hair and kissed him hard.  He resisted at first, but she could soon feel his body giving in to her.  Right before she broke away she could even feel him underneath his tight slacks.
“Um… I’m going to be late for class…” he stammered.
“Yeah, me too,” she said softly but quite nonchalantly.  She helped him gather the rest of his things into the broken bag before she left for class. “Oh, and by the way,” she called back to him waving the tube of lipstick, “I’m going to borrow this, and if you are a good boy tomorrow, then you can have it back.” 
And before he could say anything, she strutted off down the dark corridor into the bright English wing leaving a silhouette that just wouldn’t quit and a walk that left him wanting more.

***

The next day in English class he sat in his seat waiting for her to walk through the door.  He prayed that she would just give it up and let him for get the whole thing—well, almost the whole thing.  He enjoyed the feel of her body on his and her lips had been so soft.  He was almost kind of jealous in a way, but he wasn’t about to admit it.  Everything was even more complicated than it had been before, but he felt a kind of rush and he almost liked it.  He was losing himself in his thoughts when the door opened wide, assisted by the cool autumn breeze.  In walked Sarah wearing a mischievous smile accented by an all too familiar shade of bright red lipstick.  She looked him dead in the eye, grinned, and took her seat across the room.
Will had never really taken much notice of her before yesterday.  He had of course noticed her clothes and had often imagined what it felt like to wear something so blatantly flamboyant, but now he was wondering other things.  How would it feel to have her straddling his waist?  What would it be like to look down at the top of her head and hold back her hair as she was—
“Will?” the teacher called out again.  “Are you with us?”
“Huh?  Oh yeah.  What was that again?” he asked trying to get out of his own head.
“I asked if you could start us off for today.  We’re on page 37.”
“Yeah, sure,” he said quickly, thumbing through his book while Sarah smugly looked at him from across the room.
“First quote from the top Mr. Reardon.”
“Okay…  ‘Her eyes are wild, her head is bare / The sun has burnt her coal-black hair. / Her eyeb—‘”
“That’s fine, Will,” she said, cutting him off.  “Now just from these first two lines, Wordsworth is telling us quite a bit about this woman and even throwing in a bit of social commentary.  Keeping in mind the time period, what can we divulge from the first part of this poem?  Yes, Sarah?”
“Well, this was written around the time of the Industrial…” She spouted out several random facts about the author in question and made what was probably intelligent commentary on the poem, but Will could care less.  He sat at his desk watching her lips move.  She had added a coat of lip gloss to the color and the wet look of it made the most horrible thoughts race through his mind.  So many thoughts, in fact, that by the time he had finished thinking all of them class had ended and the bell was the only thing that got him out of his stupefied trance. He gathered his things, hastily put them in his stitched up bag and headed for the door where the girl in the fishnets and combat boots had already passed through. 
It was the last class that he had with her that week and he wouldn’t see her again until Monday, so now was his only chance to catch up to her without having to agonize over things all weekend long.  He had chemistry next, so he had to hurry.  But even if he was late, this was more important.  Weaving in and out between a sea of students he finally saw her neon teal backpack and raced to catch up with her.
“Sarah!” he yelled out to a myriad of semi-blank faces.  “Wait up!”
She turned around and smiled at him, waiting for him to catch up. 
“Damn, you can make pretty good time in those platform boots,” he laughed nervously.
“Yeah, I wear them a lot. So, ya know, I’m used to them.  We can go to your house and you can try them on if you like,” she said dryly, eyeing him up and down.
“Come on!” he spat out from the corner of his mouth.  “Don’t mention that here, please!”  So they moved the conversation to a more secluded corridor.
“Alright, alright… Let’s ditch last period and you can take me somewhere nice and quiet and tell me all about it!”
“Uh, no.  I don’t ditch class, and I am sure as hell not telling you anything.”
“Oh, come on now.  That chem teacher fucking loves you.  Just take this,” she said pulling a crumpled note from her pocket and shoving it in his hand, “and make a quick appearance in class.  I’ll wait right outside for you and we can go anywhere you want and tell me anything.”
“You can’t be serious.  What is this anyway?” he asked smoothing out the piece of paper in his hands.  “Wow.  Drama rehearsal?  Yeah, he is totally going to buy that one.”
“He will.  You are, uh, helping Mr. Fuentes build some sets. You sure aren’t an actor. That’s how I’ve gotten out of third period the last few days.  One more won’t hurt.  And I know you are just dying to… well, do anything, really.”
He looked at her intensely, forcing her to dart her eyes to the side.
“And,” she said fishing through her bag, “I’ll give you this as a gesture of goodwill.”  She took the lipstick and waved it in his face.  He stared at it as she ran it down his chest and pushed it softly into his front pocket.  “Is that lipstick in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she giggled mischievously.
“Ha ha,” he tried to say sarcastically.  But instead his voice squeaked a bit due to the fact that her hand was only inches from his… lipstick.  “Listen, I just… I can’t… I’ve never…”
She put a single finger over his lips and looked him dead in the eyes.  “I know.  You are just such a good boy.  Maybe that is the appeal of it all.” She was about to kiss him again when a teacher walked by, and PDAs were highly discouraged.  “Listen, Will.  Randy the security guy owes me a favor and I know that your chem class is rather close to the parking lot.  Just flash Mr. Michaels your drama note and I’ll meet you outside and we’ll take it from there.  I’ll wait ten minutes and if you don’t show then I’ll take off without you and I guess you’ll just never know.”
“Never know what?”
“Show up and you won’t have to never know.  Isn’t that right?” she smiled, smacking him lightly on the thigh.  “Ten minutes, sweetie.  I’ll be waiting by your car!”
“But…”
And once again she had walked off without him, leaving him extremely confused and completely stiff.

***

She leaned up against a tree in the parking lot waiting for Will to show up.  Randy the security guy walked past her but turned a blind eye and pretended he didn’t see anything.  That’s what happens when someone goes into the girl’s bathroom and randomly starts pushing in stalls to make sure no one is ditching class and then manages to walk in on a poor girl just trying to put in a tampon.  Yep.  That’s what happens.  Oh well, her awkward moment meant no shit from security for at least a year. 
She looked down at her watch and saw that ten minutes had indeed passed.  Maybe it just wasn’t in the cards.  Rather dejected and mildly irritated, Sarah was about to leave and just walk down to one of the parks and draw in her sketch book, when at the last possible second, Will showed up out of the corner of her eye.  He was incredibly paranoid and she could see him looking everywhere to make sure he wasn’t spotted by anyone.  He was halfway to his car when Randy approached him.
“Where do you think you are going exactly?” he asked Will.
“I was, uh… You see, I have this drama thing… And…”
“Let me see your—“
“Hey, Randy.  He’s with me.  He’s my ride,” she said with an air of confidence.
“Oh,” he said, making sure not to have any sort of eye contact with her whatsoever, “I didn’t know.  Have a good one kid!”  And with that he walked off in the opposite direction mumbling something under his breath leaving them to move freely about the grounds. 
Will looked at her with slanted eyes and arched eyebrows and was about to open his mouth, but she stopped him before he could say a word.  “Trust me, you don’t want to know,” was all she said to silence his curiosity.
She grabbed his hand and for the first time he just let her take it. 
“How did you know which car was mine?” he asked her.
“Well, you do make it a point to have your music blaring whenever you pull up.  So, I mean, that was kind of hard to notice.  Plus, the bumper stickers are a dead give away too.”
“I see,” he said quietly.  He let go of her hand and opened the passenger door to the car.  She expected it to be a moving trash can like all of the other guy cars that she had been in, but it was actually quite tidy.  There was even a lemon scented air freshener.  As he got in the car the scent of his cologne overpowered the lemon and she began to wonder if he had just put some on before he got out here.  That was too cute. 
“So what took you so long?  Get cold feet?” she asked him playfully.
“Well, yeah… But also when I walked in the door there was a pop quiz and I had to take that before he would let me leave.  I’m pretty sure I aced it,” he said smiling.
“Cool, cool… So where do you wanna go?”
“Why are you asking me?  It sounded like you had it all planned out.”
“Well just start driving and we can take it from there.  If nothing else we can go back to my place.  My roommates are gone until later tonight and we can get into all kinds of fun trouble there,” she winked.
“Ha ha, your ‘roommates’ huh?  Don’t you mean your parents?” he laughed.
“No, I mean my roommates.  I moved out last year.  It’s a complicated thing,” she said stoically.
“Oh… Alright then…Yeah, I guess there is fine then,” he said.  “Lead the way.”
She gave him the directions and they were there in only a few minutes.  In those few minutes she was able to sneak in exactly three seductive looks, two back scratches and one misdirected thigh brush.  She didn’t want the boy to crash his car after all. 
They pulled up to the house where she rented a room and she raced out so she could open the door for him.  “You should always open a door for a lady,” she snickered.  He shot her a dirty look and she held her hand out as if to help him out of the car.  He pushed it away and she playfully ruffled his hair.
“Come on you weirdo, let’s go find out what makes you tick,” she said, dragging him into the house.

***

Will didn’t exactly know why he had come or what he was doing there.  He had never ditched class a day in his life and all of this was just completely unlike him.  He was kind of scared that someone would find out, but at the same time he was kind of excited.  Not only had Sarah found out one of his secrets, she also was pushing all of the right buttons too. 
When she took him inside he couldn’t help but look around.  It was a very simple house with not a lot of furniture.  Her room was at the end of the hall and when she opened the door there was an extreme contrast from the plain white of the rest of the walls in the house to these.  Everything was dripping in pictures and posters and miscellaneous tributes to both cult and popular culture.  Her bed was covered with a black satin comforter and her closet was bursting with a rainbow of colorful materials. 
She pushed him down on the bed and lay next to him.  It was sudden, but he went with it.  They both stared at the ceiling in silence and she held his hand.  He wasn’t sure why, but he felt incredibly safe at that moment and let out a sigh of relief.
“So,” she said turning over to face him, propping herself up on her elbow.  “What is the real deal with the lipstick?”
“Uh, it looks good on you?”
“Heh, thanks.  But how does it look on you?” she said, doing that sexy eyebrow thing that she had been doing all day.
“Well,” he said, trying to find the words to describe his madness, “I think it looks pretty damn good.”
Apparently that was what she was hoping to hear and she let out a little excited noise.  She sat up and grabbed the lipstick out of his pocket.  “May I?” she asked politely.
“Okay, I guess,” he said in a deadpan tone, so as not to appear too excited about it.
            Without warning she straddled Will and practically eye-fucked him with the intensity of her gaze.  She applied the lipstick to him carefully and watched him push his lips together to smooth everything out.  She grabbed a hand mirror from her bag and let him see.  He absolutely loved how he felt wearing it and this was the first time that he had let anyone else see it too and he loved how excited she was for him.  She grabbed the compact from him and threw it to the floor, which left them there, feet dangling from the bed, wearing the same amazing shade of red lipstick.
            And that’s when Sarah decided to strip him down to his boxers.

***

            “Okay, off with the clothes!” she yelled playfully.
            “Woah, what?” he said, pretending to be opposed to the idea.
            “You are lucky that I am one curvy bitch, or you would be SOL on the whole clothing thing.”
            “Hey, are you trying to say I’m fat?”
            “No, but you are a guy, and if I was super skinny those muscular shoulders wouldn’t be able to be contained by one of these great outfits that I’m going to let you try on!”
            “Oh… What do you have exactly?” he said with a muted curiosity.
            She pulled several things out of her wardrobe that he tried not to drool over.  Her naughty costumes were the best and in the end he was having trouble deciding between a crotchless tiger leotard and a naughty nurse.
            “I can’t decide,” he sighed after the wall of awkwardness slowly dissipated. 
            “Well, if you go with the tiger, it’s crotchless, but if you go with the nurse, you get to wear these,” she said, producing a pair of white satin panties from a small chest of drawers.  She saw how big his eyes got and threw the satin nothingness at him with great zeal.  “I thought so,” she laughed.  “I’m going to go get some water and I’ll let you get changed.  The rest of the accessories are in the drawer.  I’ll be right back.”
            “Accessories?” he asked with a huge smile on his face.
            “Oh yeah, accessories,” she said closing the door behind him.
            As she walked down the hall she couldn’t help but think to herself how much fun she was having.  Never in a million years would she have thought that something like this would have happened between the two of them a few days ago; however, it was all just coming to them so naturally that it felt like it would be weird if it hadn’t happened at all.  She didn’t believe in fate, she thought as she was drinking her water, but this all just felt right.  And as she opened the door to her bedroom and saw Will covered from head to toe in satin and lace, wearing fuck-me pumps and attaching a stocking to a garter belt, it felt even more than right.  It felt absolutely amazing.

***

            “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of finding some matching shoes,” he said looking over at her rather sheepishly.
            “No, no.  Not at all.  In fact those are what I wear with that.”
            “If you don’t mind my asking, why exactly do you have this?”
            “Well, she said to the boy cross-dressing in her room, I, like you, just want to feel sexy sometimes.  I’m sure you can relate.”
            “Okay, okay.  These are really nice,” he said, smoothing the satin down over his torso. 
            “There is a full length mirror on the other side of the closet door if you wanna see,” she said pointing.
            “Oh, nice.”  And as he turned around she looked him up and down and knew she had to get in on some of the fun.  He shut the door to the closet and admired himself.  When he opened it back up to see what he could get into next, Sarah was leaning on the door frame.  She had taken her hair down and the boots had come off.
            “Hi,” she said grinning at him.
            “Hi,” he replied, swallowing a lump that had materialized in his throat.
            “You look absolutely amazing you know.”
            “Do I?” he asked her with an expression of earnest concern on his face.
            “You do,” she said taking his hand with an almost hypnotic tone to her voice.  She pushed him down onto the bed and created an almost breathtaking vision of red and white on the black satin sheets.  He could feel himself stretching the white satin panties to the threshold of their elasticity as she unbuttoned her skirt right in front of him.
            “You know, I love your stockings.  I think I’d like to keep mine on too.”  She took a pair of scissors from a dresser drawer and cut a slit right down the middle of the tights she was wearing then carefully placed them back in the drawer.  She took off her coat and her shirt until she was standing in front of him wearing only a bra and tights with no restrictions.  She approached the bed slowly and started taking off the white panties.
            “You know, half the fun of wearing this stuff is taking it off.  Don’t you agree?” she said sliding them down his legs.
            “Uh huh,” he said nervously.
            She grabbed his calves and started caressing him at the knee, slowly working her way up his legs.  She made little circles with her fingernails at the top of his thigh and made her way up his torso to his neck.  She whispered something unintelligible in his ear and bit the tip of it.  Then with her fingers running through his hair she grabbed him forcefully and kissed him abruptly; her hand on the back of his head and her tongue parting his lips; a messy disaster of red lipstick all over both of their faces. 
            They looked at each other and laughed and she grabbed a nearby shirt and wiped all the makeup off of both of their faces.  And in one smooth motion she straddled him at the waist and wrapped her arms around him.  He pulled her down to his level and started kissing her again, now even harder and deeper.  She could feel his hands all over her body and knew that she wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything before.  She grabbed his hands at the wrists and looked him in the eyes.  They were brown and deep and as clichéd as it was, she thought she could easily become lost in them. 
            “Are you enjoying yourself, Will?” she asked him.
            “Uh, yeah,” he said looking down at his fully exposed lower half.
            “Then let’s have some more fun,” she said slowly lowering herself down to his waistline.  “You know, you have some gorgeous legs.”
            “Thanks?” he said, not knowing how to react as she started kissing the inside of his thighs.  He squirmed just a bit because he wasn’t accustomed to having anyone down there, but as she licked his shaft and looked up at him with extreme bedroom eyes he seemed to relax.  She went around and around the tip with her tongue and as she pushed all of him inside her mouth she saw his eyes roll back into his head and he let out a moan, which he was quick to cover up with an open palm. 
            She could tell he was starting to really get into it when she felt his hand on the back of her head, forcing her down, telling her he wanted more.  And when it became so much that he didn’t think he could take anymore—she stopped.
            “I’d say that now it’s your turn, but I have something else in mind,” she said in her deepest, sexiest voice that she could possibly muster.  She rolled over and lay next to him, just looking and waiting.  “Well?”
            “Well what?” he asked nervously with a smile on his face.
            “Well now, we can do what you want to do.  So what’s it gonna be cutie?  Fuck, I love that on you!”
            “Um… I don’t…”
            “How about this?  You aren’t sure what you want yet and I know that I want to feel those incredible legs all over mine.  So anything involving that is totally fine in my book.” 
            She smiled up at him and guided his hands over her chest.  She saw the apprehension in his face and told him to close his eyes.  She stroked his cock and pushed his hips into hers until he was finally inside of her and they both sighed deeply.  As she lay with her legs wrapped around him she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear.
            “Fuck me hard, Will.  As hard as you can.”
            He thrust himself into her over and over again and she slapped him on the ass like the naughty nurse that he was and dug her nails into his back as punishment for being such a bad boy.  She could tell he was about to climax but she stopped him yet again so that he could flip her over and fuck her from the back.  It had never been this intense for her before, but it was probably just because both of them had wanted it so badly.  She was on her hands and knees and he couldn’t help himself from slamming into her as hard as he could and then quite suddenly he stopped. 
            “Come here,” he panted at her.  “Get over here, now!”
            He kneeled down on the bed as she lay on her back and she slapped him in the face.  He got a crazy look in his eye and with one hand grabbed her by the hair while he used his other hand to finish himself off, leaving a syrupy trail of hot running all down her chin. 
            He looked down at her face, glazed with everything he had in his arsenal, and laughed at her while he stroked her hair.  She found the same shirt used to remove the lipstick and cleaned herself off. 
            “Wow, so I didn’t see that coming at all,” she said dumbstruck.  “To be perfectly honest, I thought this was your first time.”
            “It was,” he said with far too much pride in his voice.
            “Damn… Promise me that we’ll do this again then.”
            “I can’t promise you anything.  But if you keep letting me try things on, and you are the only one who knows, then I suppose I’ll have to keep coming back.”
            “I suppose you will,” she smiled.
            “God, I wish I had one of these,” he said admiring himself in the mirror.
            “Yes, it suits you well,” she said with a sigh. “Here take this for the road.”
            He looked over and she threw him the pair of white panties with the red lipstick stain on them. 
            “For the road?  Are you kicking me out?” he said with a sort of hurt tone to his voice.
            She looked up at him surprised. 
            “Well… I had just assumed… I mean… You just didn’t seem like the type that wanted to cuddle afterwards.  You’ve always been kind of a jerk… So, I guess I just thought…”
            “Did I seem like the type that would raid your closet?”
            “Well, no…”
            He smiled at her as she lay on her side, one knee bent and pouty lips. 
            “You still need help with your math?” he asked softly.
            “Yeah, I guess I do,” she told him, batting her lashes and laying back down. “As a matter of fact I might need tutoring at least three times a week.”
            “Well,” he said flopping down on the bed beside her still wearing his entire outfit sans panties, “I think that could be arranged.”
            And they both stared up at the ceiling once again, sitting in silence, alone with their thoughts but holding each other.

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