The Ice Cherry

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LawrenceD
LawrenceD
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I rolled over. Katie's body was close, warm. I opened my eyes. She wore only a black bra and underwear. I was always jealous of her Italian descent. She tanned so dark, while I was pale except for where my shoulders caught the faintest color. Pale as a peach, my Jeremy had said. He made me sexy, even if I didn't feel it.

I don't know why I did it. I nestled close to Katie. Her hair smelled so good. She had her hands piled beneath her cheeks. She was doing it. She'd warned me just before we went upstairs.

"Sometimes, I grind my teeth."

I said I didn't care. I thought I knew what it sounded like to grind one's teeth, but this was ridiculous. The way she went about it, I didn't think Katie would have much left to grind by the time she was thirty.

I put my finger to her lips, poked her to see if she'd stop. But she didn't.

"Katie," I whispered softly.

She was dead to the world. It was such a sound, and I couldn't help but giggle. I leaned close and watched her jaw work. Then I kissed her. And before I could stop myself, I was kissing her again. I felt warm all over. Felt like Katie was so delicate. Like she couldn't hurt me.

She moved to her back the next time I kissed her. I moved with her, pressing my lips to hers and breathing her breath. She put her arms around me, and I felt so good. I took off the top I'd borrowed from her, and lay on top of her. Her body was hot. It was such a wonderful sensation on my skin.

"Katie," I whispered. I sat up and straddled her body. My nipples were hard, and I rubbed the back of my hand over her chest. Hers were too. She was so beautiful, her body so naturally toned. I placed my hands on her breasts. They were firm and full.

"Katie," I whispered once more. I leaned over her and kissed between her breasts, pulled my lips through her cleavage up to her collarbone. I sucked at her neck and chin, and the next time we kissed, her tongue came forward to meet mine. It didn't force me, didn't try to shove its way inside my mouth or down my throat. It was soft as silk, gentle and patient. She opened her mouth into our kiss, and I sucked her tongue and lips.

When I'd gotten out of my panties, I pulled her underwear down. I knew Katie was shaved. She'd told me how she liked it. How liberating it felt. Me, I kept a little sliver of fur, mostly because it was blonde and didn't look bad anyway. I read boys either love bald or blonde.

I lay beside Katie and kissed her cheek. Then I carefully pulled her on top of me. Her kiss was so gentle, so perfect, and her body against mine—the weight was bliss. Our legs scissored together, and I felt the soft flesh of her vagina pressed to mine. I shivered as electric heat sizzled along my inner thighs. We ground into each other. I felt so free, my hands roaming over her supple back, down over her tight ass.

I snaked a finger along the crack of her butt. She was smooth as a baby, and I pressed against the back of her pussy. My God, the way she groaned into my mouth, I was flooded with moisture. It was outrageous, I was about to come with my best friend on top of me. I'd never dreamt of anything so magical.

The way her body responded, I couldn't stop. I teased her opening, sliding my fingers over her slit the way I sometimes did to myself. She humped me, deep and hard, and finally, I pushed my finger inside her. It was like opening up a dam. I felt a rush of sticky liquid, and the deeper I delved, the more fire seemed released into her kiss.

It wasn't long before she was whimpering, and I was fucking my friend with a pair of fingers, taking her from behind while clinging to her desperately.

"Katie," I moaned, and began to shake. I pushed my free hand between us and clutched my pussy, shoving a sodden finger mixed with our juices inside myself. I immediately climaxed.

"Oh! Oh! Katie," I cried. Her eyes flitted, and she opened them. She was staring into my face, wide-eyed. I craned my neck to kiss her, but she drew back. I felt her pussy clench on my fingers and then she gasped. Katie shoved me into the mattress, pushing herself off me with such force that she fell from the bed and smashed into the wall.

"What the fuck?" she shouted.

"Are you okay?"

"What the fuck?" she spat. "You fucking bitch. You sick fucking bitch! Get out of my house!"

I didn't know what to do. There was such uncontrollable rage in her voice. Frantic, I grabbed my clothes and ran. When I got downstairs, I raced through the living room, past Randy—again dressed as Santa Claus—and wedged between the legs of a still-very-passed-out Tawnee. He was panting as he fucked her.

I shook my head, stepped into Dillon's shoes, tore the front door open and ran. I shivered and cried, screamed and bawled like a child who'd lost her mother. What had I done wrong? Katie had felt so perfect. So good, so delicate and giving. It wasn't about the angry slap of a cock like the stupid boys who so completely dominated the landscape. What we'd done was beautiful, wasn't it? No sticky spill of seed and that awful pressing dead weight. They—men—they always take advantage. I wasn't taking advantage of Katie, was I? No, no. I could never do that.

Katie didn't want me. That was it, that was the bottom line. Nobody wanted me. And if they did, it was only for one reason. He'd taken it all. He'd forced me to live a lie. Yeah, I'd only done it once. And yeah, Jeremy had taken me to the riverbank where we ate French fries. He kissed me and we fooled around. But it never went farther than that, though I desperately wanted it to. Wanted him to be my first. Someone else had taken that from me. Long ago on a blistering hot summer day while the neighbor boy was mowing the lawn, right outside the window.

The cherry sapling was all Mr. Smith had so close to Christmas. At first, I was disappointed. Mother was all about tradition. But, come to think of it, she was perfect. She was eager and ready to live. Ready to reach for the sky and grow without stopping. I imagined returning to the park someday, coming back to that very spot and seeing her. Planted in the winter, and forced to cope with the harshness of cold and loneliness, she would be the strongest of all. Just like me. Her branches would snake into the heavens, her leaves swallowing the sun.

**

"Where have you been hiding out?" my father asked.

"Oh, nowhere." I was still wearing Katie's clothes. It was two days later. I felt ugly and dirty, but resolved.

"Your mom and I have been worried sick." He was drunk, spitting and malleable.

"Daddy," I purred. "Remember when you used to take me fishing down by the riverbank?"

"What about it?"

"Take me."

"Now?"

"Why not?"

"It's after sundown, and freezing cold."

"And quiet," I said, lowering my head and peering at him from the tops of my eyes. "And it doesn't have to be cold. Take me."

Despite his stupor, he found the fishing poles in the shed. They were covered in cobwebs, mine being the small plastic Fischer Price he'd gotten for my fourth birthday. Both of us knew there would be no fishing done tonight.

We walked along the riverbank, along the edge of Mr. Calhoun's estate just out of the reach of his security lights. There was my sapling. She knew I hadn't forgot her. My father and me walked hand-in-hand to the edge of the river. A couple of times I had to help him. The gopher holes were everywhere, and drunks have a thing about stumbling and falling.

He did manage to walk right past Dillon's hole. I spread a tarp on the snowy ground, and he stood by, weaving and breathing with a raspy gurgle while I spread out an old blanket. The moon was just peeking out from beyond the trees when he dropped our fishing poles. I could see my breath in the pale glow.

"Beautiful night," I said, steeling myself against the cold.

He was moistening his lips with his salamander-like tongue. "Glad you finally came around."

I breathed deeply. "Daddy, I want to do something special for you."

"Really?"

"Sit here on the blanket."

He complied, gentle as a baby bear. I moved behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. My mouth was dry, my fingertips numb. I leaned forward and pressed my breasts against him. Then I drew back.

"Wait," I said. "Don't peek. I want to get more comfortable."

"Should I—?

"Not yet."

His broad shoulders humped up as he chuckled drunkenly. I took off Katie's shirt and wrapped it around the handle of Mr. Calhoun's shovel.

"Remember when you taught me how to play softball?"

"I sure do," he grunted. I took a step and nearly tripped in Dillon's ungainly shoes. I waited until curiosity got the better of him. "Hon, do you want Daddy to—?"

"Any how to swing a bat…"

**

If you've had to disturb the earth, plant a tree. It's the only smart way to do what I've done.

I gazed down at my feet, feeling tiny in those sneakers. I took them off and stood in the snow, wearing only my socks. Those unique footprints were no doubt everywhere by now. Poor, stupid Dillon. He'd been there when my father did that awful thing to me all those years ago. Always looked at me with such pity. Was I some damsel in distress he thought needed rescuing? Well, where the fuck was he that day? The lawn mower never stopped. But no, I was never some goddamned victim. Not Cherry. How can you shiver when you've got ice in your veins?

I tied his shoe strings together, and smiled. The perfect tree ornament, I thought, as I hung Dillon's shoes from my little cherry sapling's strongest branch.

When the ground thaws, the worms will do their work, the earth mites, bacteria and larvae. She will grow tall. Her roots will reach the nutrients and find the river, and she will drink any time she pleases. The others will teach her. And she will listen carefully, never revealing too much until she's good and ready. For she will learn amazing wonders, growing there beneath the majestic arms of the cottonwoods. The days will warm, but her ice cherries will be the coolest, tastiest, most uniquely delicious in the county. People will come for miles around to take from her bounty, to plant her in their own orchards.

And my father's greedy gift? He will finally reap the fruit of his greatest living desire. His seed shall be spread far and wide.

LawrenceD
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JorisKHuysmansJorisKHuysmansover 15 years ago
Soon to be an ABC Family Channel original movie!

Okay, well you're still not going to get any offers from the ABC Family Channel to write a holiday TV movie, I suspect. But this was a very well-done and funny story that hit a number of notes and had some excellent character touches and made its more sordid passages work and not just feel like wallowing in misery. Good job taking the inspiration and running with it.

MrMudd22MrMudd22over 15 years ago
cautionary tale?

I agree that this is VERY well done, redemption? Cautionary tale?? This is about figurative & ACTUAL murder. Though this is fiction, there are laws & authorities, much less the other parent. So it's a small town & everyone talks & knows everything about everyone else. Then where's some kind of support for Cherry? Are there no consequences for anyone's actions except messing up a friendship? This is far too short a story to work out all of the angles brought to bear on one poor person's descent into insanity. However, I still agree with my initial response __ HOLY SHIT!

AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
Best story on this website

I don't know, but this was just so wonderfully written you'd expect it to be in a book. An amazing story with wonderful twists, and probably the first on here that even attempted humor (it went well). It really made me feel horrible for the main character of the story, great emotion and detail. Wish there were more stories like this on this site.

PrincessErinPrincessErinover 15 years ago
Great

A great story that was hot and steamy.

SadieRoseSadieRoseover 15 years ago
Who Needs A Happy Ending?

This was a wonderful story, I was gripped from the start by your central character's strong voice and the myriad plot turns kept me guessing up to about half way but the denoument was brilliantly executed. (no pun intended) Fantastic!

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