One with the Wind (3 page)

            Josie closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Nick spread her legs wider apart and inserted his finger. He massaged the walls of her vagina and Josie breathed faster, raising her legs for better access. Nick pulled his finger out and gently guided his penis into her warm and wet vagina. Josie felt a slight pinch and let out a small screech. She pulled his hips against her and raised her body to meet him.

            Nick leaned forward and placed his hands on her shoulders. He pushed harder and harder. Josie wrapped her legs around his back and dug her nails into his arms. The bed creaked and knocked against the wall as their bodies beat against the mattress. Josie could feel the sweat forming on Nick’s back which excited her even more. He thrust harder and his eyes narrowed. Nick grunted and panted until he exploded inside her.

            His body fell limp on top of her and he exhaled. She unwrapped her legs from him and he pulled out. “You should go clean up.”

            Josie breathed heavily and pulled herself from under him and went into the bathroom. It burned when she went to the toilet and when she wiped; she noticed a spot of blood. She flushed the toilet and offered the bathroom to Nick.

 

            Afterward, wearing his t-shirt and her panties, Josie dug around her beside drawer. “Celestial blue is a good color for you. Your star people will approve.”

            Nick stretched out his leg for her to paint his toenails. He looked under her bed, finding her stuffed animals and pulled out a stuffed skunk.

             Glancing up at him, Josie asked, “What are you doing with Pepe Le Pew?”

            He turned the stuffed animal’s face around from his crotch so it was facing Josie. “Nothing,” he said.

            “It looks like you were doing something dirty with Pepe,” Josie continued.

            “Nope,” Nick lied with a grin.

            Josie applied a thick layer of nail polish to Nick’s big toe. “When did you lose your virginity?”

            “Summer before sophomore year, it was some chick at the campground where my family vacationed.” He chuckled. “I don’t even remember her name.”

            “How was it?” she asked.

            “Awkward.” He laughed. “I didn’t know what hole to put it in. Didn’t know where anything was down there. When I got home, I read some biology texts so next time I would be a little better at it.”

            “Well, you seemed to have learned well, my friend,” she said.

            “Thank you.”

            She blew on Nick’s toes, screwing the cap on the bottle. “Are you hungry?”

            Nick sat up, wiggled his toes and admired Josie’s work. “Starving.”

            “I think we have pierogi in the fridge. I can fry some up if you want. You do eat pierogi?”

            Nick reached for his underwear. “Of course! Post sex pierogi—nothing better to restore energy. Pasta, potatoes and cheese.”

            They dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Josie retrieved a bag of pierogi from the freezer. “Do you like fried onions?”

            “Of course. How else would you make them?”

            Josie sliced an onion and tossed the pieces in the frying pan with the pierogi. She opened the refrigerator. “What do you want to drink? I know you don’t drink pop?”

            “Got milk?”

            Josie eyed him curiously as she poured him a large glass of milk.

            He raised it as if to toast her. “It does a body good.”

            She had no response; of course it did. Nick had the hot body of an athlete and she knew he treated it like a temple. They ate their food in a comfortable silence, stopping only to smile at each other.

 

            Losing her virginity always seemed like a good idea at the time, but then she had to deal with the aftermath: waiting for the next phone call or text. That night and even the day after, Josie waited to hear from Nick, but nothing happened. She ached with anxiety, wondering if she would ever feel his body again. A couple days later, when she still hadn’t heard from him she broke down and confessed to her friend, Dianna Cavanaugh.

            “Nick Markovich! I thought you and David were planning on celebrating the occasion,” Dianna said.

            Josie shook her head. “David and I are over.”

            “Jo, guys like Nick Markovich don’t call back after they get a girl’s pussy. Did you think you guys were in a relationship?”

            The question stabbed Josie in the stomach. “I don’t know.”

            “Look, it’s over. You lost it to Markovich, that’s cool; he’s hot, but don’t let that mess up what you have with David. He’s a much better catch. Don’t go for the guys you’re hot for; go for the nice guys who care about you.”

            It wasn’t the response she wanted. She didn’t want David; she wanted Nick and much, much more of him. She stumbled onto the age-old relationship dilemma
. Is sexual attraction the basis for a relationship? Will passions cease and the fire dim? What do I really know about Nick other than he is a wrestler with a fascination for UFOs and aliens? Maybe it’s best to let it go and chalk Nick Markovich up to experience.

            She couldn’t help herself and did what she knew she shouldn’t. After four days of not hearing from Nick, she texted him. Josie pushed the send button and waited. She stared at the phone and willed it to vibrate with a response. She sighed with relief when he texted her right back asking to see her again. It was all she needed.

             It was during a biology exam when Josie heard the soft vibration of her cell phone. She glanced up to see Mr. Stauffer reading the newspaper. Carefully, she retrieved her phone and read the text message from Nick. It read: I need to tell you something. Meet me at the gym seventh period. Josie glanced at the clock; it was only ten in the morning.
Shit, I have to wait all day for him to tell me
. After class she tried texting him back, and even calling him, but he didn’t respond.

            Seventh period, Josie waited anxiously outside the gym.
What could he possibly want to tell me? Does he want to break up? Shit, I hope he doesn’t want to break up.
She laughed to herself.
Maybe he’s pregnant.

            She stood upright as he strolled casually toward her. “What’s up? What’s so important you couldn’t tell me sooner,” she paused and met his gaze, “or call me back?”

            Nick said nothing. He took her arm and escorted her through the gymnasium to the equipment room. He guided her passed the bins of footballs, basketballs, soccer balls and other sporting equipment, behind a large stack of wrestling mats. Pressing her against the mats, he kissed her passionately.

           
This was well worth waiting for
. She loved his kisses, the touch of his lips and tongue gently playing against hers. When she sighed, he pulled back. “If this is what you wanted to tell me, I like it,” she said.

            Nick grinned mischievously and gently unzipped her jeans and eased them and her panties over her hips. He knelt down in front of her and stared up at her, his hands resting on her waist. Nick dropped his hands down her pelvis and slowly fingered her clitoris. Josie’s muscles twitched and she spread her legs further apart. Nick could feel himself swelling in response to the warm moisture his fingers were feeling between her legs.

            Josie arched her back and tightened her grip on the mats. “Oh God,” she groaned when Nick pressed his tongue against her clitoris. He pushed his face into her and swiped his tongue between her lower lips. Josie held her breath as her knees started to buckle. “Oh shit!” She grasped a fist full of his hair and tried to suppress her moans.

            Nick gently pushed Josie’s inner thighs wider apart and licked in slow, wide circles.  Josie’s body began to shudder uncontrollably as she pressed herself against his mouth. “Nick!” Her body trembled and the hair danced on her skin. Josie suddenly felt scared. “Nick, stop.”

            Nick stopped licking and slowly rose. He looked at her with ferocity in his eyes and turned her around so she was facing the mats. He lowered his pants and rubbed his erection against her slit. Josie grasped the edge of the mats until her knuckles were white. She was about to laugh but a jolt of pain stopped her. Nick rammed his penis inside her and she yelled out, “Fuck!”

            Josie always loved when he fucked her hard; she loved the passion and fervor, but today she was losing herself and control of her body. Her legs were shaking and tears welled in her eyes. She felt a surge of anger and fear rush through her body. She swung her head back and hit him the forehead.

            “Ouch!” they both yelled. They looked at each other for a moment and started laughing hysterically. Nick was too far along to stop and continued thrusting into her until he came.

            Josie rested her face against the mats and felt a trickle run down her leg. Her face reddened as she wondered how she had accidently peed in this moment. She hoped Nick wouldn’t notice.

            Nick pulled out and rested the full weight of his body against her. He cupped her breasts and whispered, “I missed you.”

            “Geez, that’s what this was all about? And here I thought you wanted to break up with me.” She chuckled. “Or you were pregnant.”

            Nick pulled up his pants and breathed deeply. “No, I had an aching hard-on for you all last night and today. I fucking just had to have you.”

            Josie turned to face him and played with the strings of his sweatshirt hood. “Anytime.” She leaned forward to pull up her pants. “You’re going to have to help me. I don’t think I can walk yet.”

            He kissed her cheek. “We can hang here for a bit until you’re ready.”

 

            Lying in the grass after soccer practice, Josie couldn’t overcome the sensation of feeling Nick’s breath and tongue between her legs. She stared at the overcast autumn sky and hoped the next time would be soon.

            Her teammate, Jill Stanislaw, lay on the grass beside her. “So how’s it going with Markovich?”

            “Good,” she said, not wanting to say more.

            “Ah, come on, dish a little,” said another teammate, Sue O’Brien. “Dill or gherkin, salami or wiener?”

            “I hear he’s pretty well hung,” Dianna said, sitting on the grass next to Josie.

            “Where’d you hear that!” yelled Josie.

            “Jo, Nick’s wasn’t a virgin when you started dating. He’s tapped a few chicks here at school. You knew that,” Dianna said.

            Josie raised her head and narrowed her eyes. “Listen to you! You guys are so immature. Stop wondering how big my boyfriend’s dick is.”

            “Ah,” sighed Jill. “Bratwurst! Tell us, did you suck his cock?”

            “What?” asked Josie.

            “You mean he didn’t give you that gentle little push of your head to his privates?” questioned Jill.

            “Personally, I won’t go down on any guy who won’t go down on me,” stated Sue. “Equal rights, you know.”

            “I just think it’s kind of gross,” said Dianna.

            Sue laughed. “Then I guess you won’t swallow.”

            Dianna gagged. “Yuck!”

            “Yuck! All guys want you to swallow their load!” Jill shrugged her shoulders. “Blowjobs are a girl’s saving grace, like when you have your period, or generally not in the mood. Suck a guy off and you get him off your back.”

            “That’s not very romantic,” Josie replied.

            “Romance has nothing to do it; blowjobs are maintenance. If you’re not in the mood, nothing sets a guy off like a blowjob.” Jill looked at the girls who were now staring at her. “I suggest you all learn and learn well, ladies. So tell me Jo, are you going to give us the lecture, or do you need a lesson?”

            “Did he go down on you yet, Jo?” asked Sue. “Cause if he did, he’s gonna be waiting for you to return the favor.”

            “I heard Cindy Althouse sucked his cock last year,” said Dianna.

            “You are my best friend. Why are you being such a bitch?” Dianna laughed and Josie rested her head in the grass and stared at the sky. She sighed. “Fuck.”

            “So you never went down on him?” asked Jill.

            Josie threw her hands over her face and shook her head. “I never thought to.” She sat up. “Shit, I gotta learn.”

 

            That evening, the girls gathered in Jill’s bedroom. Jill carried a bunch of bananas into the room and placed them in front of Sue, Josie and Dianna. “All right monkeys, let’s blow.” She pulled off a banana and handed it to each of them.

            “Bananas make me gag,” said Dianna.

            Jill and Sue laughed. “Don’t try to shove it in your mouth all at once,” joked Jill, as she reached under her bed for a sex instruction book.

            “Holy shit, where’d you get that?” asked Sue.

            “I stole it from my aunt.” Jill sat on the edge of the bed. “Okay girls—fellatio.”

            “What?” said Josie.

            “Fellatio, the appropriate term for a blowjob,” Jill said, leafing through the pages.

            “It sounds like a dessert, like gelato,” Josie remarked.

            The girls laughed. “Well, it kind of is a dessert. In fact I read you can cook with semen. There is actually a cookbook that uses semen as an ingredient,” said Jill.

            Sue sat up on the bed. “Like what?”

            Jill laughed. “Pound cake!”

            The girls laughed until tears streamed down their cheeks.

            “Wow, you are quite the expert on penises,” said Dianna.