One with the Wind (6 page)

            “Oh God, that feels so good!” Josie called out as shockwaves rippled through her body. “Harder! Harder!”  Nick rested his hands on the mattress over her head and jammed into her. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she yelled.

            Nick’s face reddened and tightened as his pace quickened and became more urgent. His sweat dripped onto Josie’s bobbing breasts as he could feel the explosion build. Suddenly, he swung his head to the side and let out a heavy sigh. Nick collapsed on the bed and let his body recover.

            Josie rolled over on her side, massaged his balls and kissed his face. She saw the red mark left by her heel and kissed the bruise. “Man, I really nailed you.”

            He breathed heavily, glanced at her and said, “And I really nailed you, sweetheart.”

            “Ha!” Josie wrapped her palm around his penis, trying to get him hard again. When she succeeded she climbed on top of him. She looked down at him and ran her fingers over the pleats of his tuxedo shirt and the satin of his cummerbund. “Ooh, you look so handsome in a tuxedo with the red heel mark on your face.”

            Nick let out a feverous chuckle and ran his hands over her inner thighs, under the satin of her gown. She leaned forward and kissed him. “This is the best prom night ever.”

            “And we didn’t even go the prom,” he said with a wily grin.

            Josie rode him until she was satisfied and then rolled alongside him on the bed.  She ran her finger gently over his nose, lips and chin. She wanted to stay there all night.

            He turned to face her. “We should head home? I gotta have you home soon and we have a little over an hour and a half drive.”

            “Yeah,” she sighed, rolling onto her back. “Won’t it be great when we can spend the night together?”

            Squeezing her breast through the satin of her dress, he kissed the tip of her nose and then her lips. “Yes, but now we gotta roll. We gotta be one with the wind.” Nick sprung to his feet and pulled up his tuxedo trousers.

            Josie propped herself up on her elbows. “Ah boo, bye, bye Willie Markovich.”

            “Don’t you worry; Willie Markovich will be making more appearances.”

            Josie stood up and straightened her gown. She was just about to get into the car when she yelled, “Wait! I forgot my corsage.” Josie ran inside and returned with the white rose wrist corsage in place.

            Nick checked to make sure he had everything and then started the car. Josie turned on the inside car light and reapplied her lipstick and fixed her hair.

            Nick quickly switched the light off. “What are you doing? If you show up at home fresh as a daisy, it would draw even more suspicion.”

            She tossed her lipstick and brush back in her purse. Josie stared out the window and admired the stars. The shining eyes of deer by the wooded tree line caught her attention and she smiled. It was a great night and certainly a prom night she would remember forever.

            Nick’s mother kept their home neat and colorful with gardens of hydrangeas and brightly colored windowpanes. The Markovich house was one of the brightest on the block. A wooden picketed fence secured the small backyard and dandelions grew from the cracks in the cement patio. The Markovich’s were known for their festivities and everyone in the neighborhood was always welcome.

            Josie’s family were regularly invited for dinner, but the Markovich’s were just a little too colorful for the conservative Hynes family, who spent their evenings at the lodge playing cards and talking politics. If any alcohol or spirits were served, the Hynes’ limited themselves to a beer or two—not nearly enough to provoke emotions.

            Vodka was a favorite at the Markovich’s, and because of this, it was fused with any food that could stand it—boysenberries, dandelions and even rhubarb. Vodka in any form complimented the traditional Ukrainian music and dancing that bellowed through the house at the weekends. No one in the neighborhood complained as they were all invited.

            The first time Josie attended a Markovich festivity, she returned home drenched in sweat and exhausted from all the dancing. Her staunch Methodist parents were not pleased and decided they would avoid having anything to do with the family.

            Mrs. Markovich was exactly how Josie pictured her; she was pleasantly plump, had dyed auburn hair and rosy cheeks. Despite Mrs. Markovich’s voluptuous curves, she wore blouses that enhanced her cleavage and gave her an unsuspecting sensuality. The more Josie got to know Mrs. Markovich, the more she understood Nick’s laid back and casual nature. His mother simply wouldn’t tolerate rigidity.

            Josie was shocked to learn she was the first girl Nick brought home. Although he had plenty of girls, Nick never bothered introducing any to his parents. On their first meeting, Mrs. Markovich sized Josie up. “Well, she’s pretty enough,” she said to Nick with her hands on her hips. She then cut Josie a large helping of lavender pound cake. “Here, eat this and tell me how it tastes.”

            Josie looked at Nick and back at Mrs. Markovich. “I’m not really a food critic.”

            “Of course you’re not dear. I don’t want your opinion; I want you to tell me how it tastes!”

            Josie took a small bite from the corner of the cake, looking at Mrs. Markovich as she did. The moistness of the cake melted in her mouth, the lavender danced with her taste buds and the sugary icing electrified her senses. Josie rolled her eyes back and moaned. “Hmm, that is good.” She took another large bite.

            “Slow down dear. You don’t gulp it down like that; you savor it,” said Mrs. Markovich and smacked Nick on the arm. “Okay, she’s a good one; she just needs to learn to slow down and enjoy.”

            Nick chuckled, wrapping his arm around Josie. “I wouldn’t introduce you if I didn’t think she was.”

            When Mrs. Markovich left them alone, Josie whispered to him. “What was that?”

            “Mom’s not big on squares,” he said. “She’s very lively.”

            “And a good cook,” Josie said with a mouthful of cake.

 

            A few weeks later, Nick introduced Josie to
his
bedroom. It was like cracking open his head and seeing his brains fall out—the room was a mess. Wrestling medals were tossed in the corner, textbooks were heaped on the floor, scrunched balls of paper lay next to the bin and clothes were strewn across a chair. Everything was out of order except his bed; that was made. “I cleaned up for you,” he said.

            “I can see,” Josie said looking at a poster of a world map and photograph of the Earth pinned to his wall. “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?”

            Nick approached her from behind, reached down and grabbed her pussy. “Here.”

            Josie elbowed him away, “You’ve already been there. Where in the world?”

            “Machu Picchu in Peru. I’d also like to see the Ukraine since that is where my ancestors are from. I’m fascinated with the Middle East. It was once the cradle of civilization and now it is the pit of civilization. I’d like to see it before it’s gone. How about you?”

            “Germany, France…anywhere in Europe. Fiji, Bali, Tahiti…exotic, tropical islands.”

            He turned her around to face him. “I’m sure one day you’ll see them all.”

            Josie fingered the buttons on his shirt. “Anywhere with you is fine.”

            Nick pulled her closer and kissed her. He rubbed his erection against her lower belly and a surge of desire pulsed between her legs. Nick kicked the door closed and they undressed quickly. He threw Josie’s naked body on top of his made bed and she wrestled him passionately for position. Josie found herself face down in his pillow. Nick entered her from behind.  Josie raised her body slightly to get a better angle and held onto the window sill next to his bed. She saw the Markovich’s patio and his neighbor shaking out a rug.

            Josie pushed herself back against him and buried her face in his pillow. She breathed in his smell and wished she could spend the night and not just sneak a fuck when their parents weren’t home.

            Nick flopped beside her and breathed heavily. Josie stroked his face. “I can’t wait until you and I can have sex without any time limit.”

            Nick rolled over on his side and spooned her. “I can’t wait until I can fuck you in the morning instead of just masturbating.”

            “Do it now,” she said.

            “What?”

            “Masturbate.”

            “Hell no,” he said. “No girl wants to see a guy jerk off.”

            “I do. What’s the big deal? I’ve jerked you off.” Josie sat up on the bed. “I’ll do it, if you do it.”

            “Are you suggesting a
jerk-off
?”

            “I am.” Josie reclined on his bed, spread her legs and started fingering her clitoris. She watched him grow aroused. “Come on fucker. Start whipping that weasel.” When he refused, she stopped playing with herself. “Nick! What’s the matter—performance anxiety?”

            “Yes! I’ve never done it in front of anyone.”

            “You think I have? Besides, I’m not anyone.” Josie continued, rubbing herself harder.

            Nick propped up his pillow on his bed and leaned back. “Don’t get all weird and offended if you don’t like it.” He reached under his bed for a bottle of moisturizer and squeezed a bit on his hand. Slowly he started stroking his penis, gradually picking up the pace.

            Josie looked at Nick intensely and stopped rubbing herself so she could focus on him. She watched as his motions became more urgent, at times using both hands—one holding the base of his penis, while the other massaged the head. He panted and grunted and finally released a relieved moan when he came.

            Reaching for a tissue to clean himself, he said breathlessly, “Satisfied?”

            She crawled on top of him and kissed his face. “Are you?”

            He closed his eyes. “I’m spent.”

            “I’ll give you a few minutes to recoup,” she teased.

            Nick gave her a one-eyed stare and glanced at his clock. “I hope my parents will be home soon. I can’t keep up with you babe.”

            She pressed her body against his. “What are you going to do when there are no parents to protect you?”

            He laughed. “I don’t know. I’ll become a walking, talking stiff.”

            “I hope so!” she laughed and kissed him on the face.

 

            Johnstown’s Point Park was crowded with blankets and picnic baskets as the whole town waited for the fireworks display from inside the stadium. Nick and Josie avoided the crowds and stayed behind at Nick’s family’s home.

            As everyone celebrated the Fourth of July, Nick and Josie started their own celebrations. Josie sat on his lap with her legs hanging over the arm of the chair. They kissed deeply and Nick stroked her thigh. He reached inside her panties and inserted his finger. She shifted herself in response to his touch.

            The reality of their situation hung over them like an unwelcome guest. They both knew that in little over a month, they would be leaving for their respective schools and their daily kisses, embraces and love-making would soon come to an end. Every moment they spent together became more and more intense, as if it was their last time.

            The sunset faded to darkness and lightning bugs sparkled against the night. An explosion rumbled in the sky and crackled in a rain of white light. Josie and Nick looked at the sky for a moment and held each other tightly. Nick moved Josie off his lap and lay her down on a reclining lounge chair. He lifted her skirt and pulled off her underwear. Josie spread her legs open and rested her feet on the cool grass. Nick crouched over her and guided penis inside her. Slowly he shifted his hips in and out while Josie stared at the sky.

            Colors of green, red and gold sprayed across the night sky. Splatters of blue followed by loud booms echoed through the air. Josie looked at Nick who was slowly and attentively, gliding in and out of her body.

            “You’re missing the show,” she said.

            He grinned. “No, I’m not.” He arched his head back and watched the fireworks shoot over the shingled rooftop.

            As the firework finale ruptured numerous explosions at once, Nick increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Josie reached her arms back and clung to the edge of the lounge chair to keep from falling off. She laughed and moaned as she shifted her body back and forth against Nick’s. When the finale cascaded across the sky, Nick groaned and came. He pulled out and yelled, “Ta da!”

            “Synchronized firework fucking!” Josie roared. “Who knew you were so talented.”

            Nick rolled onto the grass alongside Josie’s lounge chair. He placed his hand behind his head and stared at the firework smoke dissipating in the sky. “Yeah, I have yet to declare a major for college. Maybe firework fucking is it.”

            Josie rolled off the recliner and straddled Nick’s hips. “What time do you think your parents will be home?”

            “Soon, I expect. Everyone in the neighborhood will be here shortly.”

            “Then we’ll have to make this quick.” She inserted his penis inside her again. Resting her calves and palms on the grass, she swirled her body on top of him.

            Nick forcefully thrust his hips up and down as Josie straddled him. She ran her fingers through her hair and bounced on him more vigorously. Nick pushed against the firm ground to penetrate harder and faster. His face reddened and sweat trickled down his torso. Josie grabbed the sleeve of his t-shirt and arched her back. “Oh God!” she cried. “Nick! Oh God!”