Dazed and Sexually Confused Ch. 03

Chapter Three

True Colors

Hicks pulled into his aunt's driveway and turned off the car. He ground his eyes with the heels of his hands and then worked them with his fingers before rifling his hair over and over again.

"Well, fuck, man," he said to himself. "Do I really wanna get tangled up with a hot-to-trot, more than slightly fucked up, bible thumping virgin right now? Like I ain't got enough on my plate already with Jinx and Bev and Sharon, not to mention Aunt Tina and The Quads."

He sat back, worked the kinks out of his neck, and then reached down and straightened out his dick which was all tangled up and a bit wet. Christine had really gotten him going; it was a miracle that her dad hadn't noticed the fucking bulge in his jeans -- probably because he didn't have a clue what his sweet little girl was capable of doing. She was cute alright, and with all that shit she had going on in her head, ya she was really fucking hot. And she wanted it, fuck, so he'd be an idiot to turn that down, right?

Sharon wasn't going to last, he knew that, and the whole Bev thing was just fucked up. He was starting to feel way too good about her. Christine could take his mind off of that, she was no Beverly Wasserman-Schulman, but then again, she was no Beverly Wasserman-Schulman; he didn't need all that shit. What about Jinx? Fuck. He knew what he had to do. He got out of the car, shoved his hands in his pockets and started down the street.

Jinx lived in her family's garage that she had been converted into a place of her own. She had started by moving in her drums and amps about five years ago. Then she moved in her bed, and a while after that, in an unusual burst of activity, her father had knocked together a two piece bathroom for her. Her parents never seemed to care much about what she was up to; her father was a Korean and Vietnam vet who had almost completely lost his hearing and most of his will to live, her mother was always either on shifts at the hospital or drunk. It had been like that as long as he had known her. Jinx had always spent most of her time either at his Aunt Tina's or on the street.

He could hear her playing as soon as he left his Aunt's place, drumming along to taped music, not too loud, at least not loud enough to bother any of the neighbors who had long ago gotten used to her. There was a door to her "apartment" but when she was playing the garage door was usually open about three feet off the ground, he slipped under there so that he didn't interrupt her. She was hammering away at something. He paused to listen - Toad by Cream, fuck that meant she was still pretty upset. He ducked under the door and stood directly in her sight line so he wouldn't startle her.

Jinx sat at her drums, which took up almost half of the small room, flanked by waist high shelves loaded with albums on one side, and a sound system on the other. Behind her, mounted in the corner just above her head was a large unfinished speaker; the other one was on the floor a few feet away. The walls in that corner were paneled with what looked like black egg cartons from floor to ceiling, the rest of the walls were plastered with concert posters and stolen signs. The cement floor was covered by an overlapping assortment of used, stained, rugs and worn pieces of carpet.

She was hammering away, eyes half closed, her hands in fingerless, black leather gloves, flying. She wore a bandana around her forehead that pushed her bangs up off of her face and kept the sweat from running down into her eyes. Her hair was soaked, and her thin grey sweat shirt was damp around its ragged collar an under the arms. She reached over and turned off the music as soon as she saw him, then settled her bones on the stool with one drumstick tucked under each arm.

"Sounded great," he said, awkwardly. He didn't usually praise her drumming; they both knew she was good.

She wiped her chin with the broad terrycloth wristband she wore on her right wrist. Sweat beaded her forehead, sheened her cheeks, and washed the shallow planes beneath her eyes. She took a deep breath. "I had a couple of drinks with Aunt Tina," she said.

Hicks grinned, "She make a pass at you?"

"Ya, she was trying to cheer me up." Her smile always started out tight and cooked, then it would open up exposing all her top teeth, stretching out to push up her cheeks and crinkle her eyes, but only for a second before it was gone.

"So she told you? Christine just showed up outta the blue, man. I didn't invite her, she didn't call; she just showed up."

"Aunt Tina said she looked like she was on a mission from God."

"Ya, something like that."

She stood up and moved around in front of her drums, she didn't come to him for a kiss or a hug, but picked up her towel and wiped her face. "Jesus," she said shaking her head.

"Ya, his name may have come up."

That got a short barking laugh out of her, and another shake of the head. He closed the distance between them and hugged her. She stepped into him, and snaked her arms around his neck.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Hicks. I thought she was there to fuck with you because of me. You know, to get back at me, or get back with me, some fucking thing."

"Nah, it's not about you, I mean, sure, it's about you. You scare the shit out of her, and you turn her on. Man, you should have seen the way she started vibrating when you came near her, I swear I could smell her pussy firing up."

"She's is definitely wound tight, man."

"Well, now she's lookin for a cock, and mine just happens to be handy."

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and stepped away from him and started pacing. "So, you're going to let her have it? What, you're gonna help her go straight?"

"Ya," he shrugged, "I'm gonna let her try anyway, why not?"

"Because she's a freak hater, man, her whole fucking community is full of freak haters. What, you gonna do, start wearing a suit, start goin to fucking church on Sunday, and what, start beating up homos on Saturday nights?"

He really resented her saying that about him. Could she really believe that? "Fuck off, look who you're talkin to," he replied angrily.

"Ya, well maybe you wanna change, maybe you wanna be cured too?" She thrust her little chin out at him, her upper lip curling to expose her overbite.

He took her by the shoulders, and she didn't try to break free. "I got no practice tomorrow after school; you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna go straight home and get in a fucking pile with The Quads because I want to, with all of them. You should join me, might blow off some of your steam."

She punched him in the chest, hard, but playful, and her slow smile came and went. "So you're tellin me you'll fuck anything, is that it?"

"Ya. Personally I think that introducing Christine to the joys of heterosexual sin will be intensely rewarding. Who says she's gonna change me, maybe I'm gonna change her. Maybe she's gonna end up in the pile."

"You're life ain't complicated enough Hicks?" she asked, cocking her head. He had no ready answer for that, and she stepped away from him and began drifting in the direction of her bed.

"You can un-complicate it any time you like Jinx," he replied.

She flopped down on her narrow bed, shifted all the way over to the wall, and started taking out her one long dangling earing, leaving in her studs. She didn't bother to answer, they had been through it all before.

Without being told he went and pulled down the garage door, locked the door, and turned out the main light leaving them in dark except for the red glow of her electronic equipment. He could hear her Doc Martins hit the floor as she kicked them off. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off his sneakers, and then he settled in tight beside her, hands over his head. "You ever end up talking to Bev?" he asked.

"No. So really, how was practice?" that seemed hard for her to say.

He went up on one elbow, put an arm around her waist and pulled her up to the same pose, their bodies touching from the belly down. "She was all over me, Jinx, I mean really making a spectacle; it was gross man. I felt so used," he laughed.

"Oh ya, you hated it." She ruffled his hair.

"She's scared too, you scare the shit out of everybody Jinx," he said.

"Ya, I'm so fucking scary."

"You're so fucking sexy, and so fucking cute, nobody can resist you," he replied.

"Cute...." She started to object angrily, but he stopped her by kissing her lips. He couldn't say for sure what turned him on the most about her, but it was probably her mouth, the lips and the fucking overbite. Kids used to tease her about being a beaver, but she had grown into it, he thought it was perfect.

She kissed him back. They were soft kisses, soft and short, and familiar, feeling her lips with his own, and he went after them with his tongue and then it was in her mouth and she pulled him in tight and ground her hips against the ridge in his jeans. When they broke she sat up and hauled her sweatshirt over her head exposing her black sport bra.

"God damn it Hicks," was all she said. He had his shirt unbuttoned and gone in a second, and then his t-shirt, so that when they came together again he could feel her hot, slippery flesh against his chest.

"What'd I do?" he replied and caught her laughing and was able to sit her up a little and haul the soaked bra up over her head and then roll on top of her. He went from her lips to her sweaty neck, and then down to her cute little tits with their incredibly hard, and incredibly sensitive nipples.

She released a long, surrendering moan and dug her fingers into his scalp. He didn't linger, but rode his momentum down to her tight belly. They had never stopped making out, not since the first time for both of them just after Jinx turned thirteen. Even when they has drifted apart from time, to time, even when she was experimenting with girls, and he with boys, well one boy, they always sought each other out, but it had been a long time since the last time, not since Bev. He had missed her; he had missed holding her, and lying with her, and pleasing her. The thing he wanted most in the world was to break through the misty shell of sadness that surrounded her and take her right out of her mind.

Her loose pants came down easily over her narrow hips, she lifted her ass off the bed so he could work them, and her boxers, down to mid-thigh, and then followed them with his tongue, working her lower belly with light jabs making her sigh and twitch. Her bush was trimmed at the sides and top, but very thick and unruly in the middle. It was not as blonde as her streaks on her head, but not as dark as the under layer she died a reddish brunette. This was her true color, the color he had known forever; a dirty blonde. Of course it was dark now, matted with sweat. It was nasty after a long day, but neither of them were bothered by that, in fact he loved her smell as he buried his nose into her tangled curls. His hands returned to stroke and pinch her small breasts and straining nipples. He breathed deeply, eyes closed and rubbed his nose and cheeks in her pubes.

He went back to her belly for a few kisses and then straightened up and hauled her pants all the way off leaving her naked except for her long white gym socks bunched around her ankles. With practiced speed he stood up and got his jeans and tight whites off in a flash, and was back laying half to the side half on top of her, naked except for his own nearly identical socks. He kissed her immediately and stroked her, not giving her a chance to cool off.

"I missed you, Jinx," he said. He was going to say I love you, but that was bad enough.

"You're such a fucking princess," she replied.

When he started his tongue lashing journey back down her body she said; "What about that old broad you're fucking?"

"Sharon? She's hot, very hot," he replied from down at her belly button, her gorgeous, dainty little belly button. The thing was, for a dyke, she sure had some cute girly-parts. "Anyway, she's got a mean streak, and one seriously fucked up roommate. Talk about freaky."

"She a lez?"

"Her roommate? Oh ya, but I don't think you'd be old enough for her, that one's got serious mommy issues."

She spread her thighs readily to his touch, and it was obvious she was horny. He worked his tongue over her inner thighs before getting down to serious business. Some guys would be nervous about going down on a dyke, and if it were anyone else, he might not even have attempted it. But he was sure he knew Jinx's pussy better than anyone; he had been at it for a long time, and she'd never been shy about telling him what to do.

He got his stiff tongue into her wet swollen lips and dragged it up from bottom to top and then paused.

"How does Christine like it?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

"She's not gonna let you go down on her Hicks, and you shouldn't try. Can you imagine; "what guys do that too?" You'll freak her out. She not gonna want anything that even smacks of lezzy. Fingering her should be okay, but with her it's gonna be mostly about the cock."

"I can live with that," for a change, he almost added.

He had been licking her slit, and rubbing her clit as they talked and now she reached down and took command of it herself. "Arrgghh, Hicks, get serious down there or get back up here."

He didn't need to be told twice; he dispensed with any further play and went hard and fast with his tongue over her exposed clit while she rubbed it in circles from above. In no time she was panting and making her wonderful sounds of excitement before she tensed and began groaning loud and long. He didn't delay, he went back up her body and got his cock into her pussy in one smooth, sure motion, pushing it up her incredibly tight, grasping snatch and sending her into another round of orgasm.

This was his favorite part, watching her face dissolve with passion, her eyes closed, and her lips moaning, exposing her white teeth. He always kissed her like that, and she just took it, like she was somewhere else. He gave her a good minute or so before he started stroking back and forth, spreading her legs wide, and then as she loosened, spreading them even wider until it was almost like he would snap them off, and then back in and over her head, all the while pounding away and listening to her appreciative sounds that sometimes even included his name.

After that it was just fun. They weren't male or female or lez or straight, they were just buddies making out. She quickly got on top and rode him, bending forward so she could watch his face, working her hips and her tight cunt to give him pleasure. Then he was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was sitting on him with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her head thrown back. Then he lay her down again with him on top and a bit to the side so he could look at her as he thrust very slowly in an out, and play with her tight little tits.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"You know it, you son of a bitch," she replied with a dreamy sigh.

"You know, Jinx, Bev is kinda fucking you up," he ventured.

She had her eyes closed and it was a moment before she replied. "She's fucking beautiful Hicks, I mean, shit, look at her, and man, believe me she looks even better with her clothes off. And she smells great. I gotta find out what it's like to get her off."

"Hey, that's my girlfriend you're talking about," he replied.

She chuckled without opening her eyes; "One of them."

"You don't, like...love her...do you Jinx," he asked. "Cause I gotta tell you, I think this is all a phase for her. You're just the flavor of the month, or maybe just some kind of thrill ride. She's bored." She didn't answer right away, and he was afraid that he'd made her mad, but she kept up the gentle rhythm of their hips, sliding his cock in and out.

"No, I don't love her, but man Hicks, I got her like a sickness right now, you know. I don't love her, but I fucking want her. I need her. I think about her all the time, I dream about her, I worry about what she thinks of me, ya it's fucked, but I gotta play it out. I'm hoping I can fuck her right out of my system, I just haven't had enough time alone with her yet."

"Ya, okay, 'cause I kinda feel like I'm gonna be the next flavor of the month," he said.

"Sure, I can see that, she's already paid the price for you with her shithead friends, and ya, you're a bit dangerous..."

"...and disposable."

"Ya, I get it. As long as we got each other Hicks, we're okay....I love you Hicks," she said.

"Now that's what I wanted to hear. I love you Jinx, always."

"Sure, sure, now come on, how do you want to finish this? You wanna fuck me up the ass?"

"Nah, not tonight, come here," he replied. He knew it wasn't one of her favorite things; it was the thought that counted. He pulled himself up on her, and they wrapped their arms around each other's necks, locked lips and went at each other's tongues. Like that, two or three long, deep thrusts was all it took and he emptied out inside of her and she let out a slow happy moan.

He didn't care what people called her, or who she fucked. She was Jinx, and that was good enough for him.

CHRISTINE

Christine was all about her hair, everybody knew that. So nobody thought it strange that she had an extensive collection of hair brushes, and took particular interest in their handles -- after all she did spend a lot of time with them in her hands. She had brushes with long handles, short handles, tapered ones, fat ones, and ones with very pronounced handle grips. She brushed her hair several times a day, and especially at night before going to bed, which was why she had them all laid out nicely in the drawer of her night stand. This was particularly convenient if she wanted to locate them in the dark without making any noise. She had her own room, but even though she was eighteen now, she was not allowed to have a lock on her door.

That was why, when she turned off the lights at night she waited until she was safely under the covers before she took off her long, high necked night gown. She kept it hidden under there out of sight while she began arousing her body. That wasn't hard to do these days, not hard at all since Jinx. Nakedness, she had learned, unabashed nakedness was such a stimulating marvel that it was no wonder that the church despised it so much. Just getting naked under the covers let loose a wave of warmth and excitement through her entire body.

She lay still, closed her eyes, and conjured up the ideal scene. Her beautiful home, peaceful and awash with sunlight, cool clean mountain air stirring the lacy curtains and teasing her skin as she stands luxuriously naked waiting for her husband to return home from a hard day's work.

She could remember now, she had actual memories of herself standing naked before a mirror while Jinx, down on her knees in front of her, kissed her trembling belly. Her own body was a marvel, but it was something else again to see Jinx; like that, her strong narrow back and tight little bum, her flat stomach, strong thighs and small tempting breasts with their fierce little nipples.

Breathing deeply she shut out the image of Jinx and concentrated on picturing herself, using her hands on her body to spark memory -- cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, reaching under herself to grab her own ass cheeks. Naked and eagerly awaiting her husband...Hicks of course, returning from work, dirty and sweaty with honest labor as a woodsman. Yes she would have a real man, not some clerk or real estate agent like her father, but a man of the outdoors.

She ran her fingers into her "bush," that's what Jinx called it. Jinx with her tangled pubic mound, that magical triangle with its sharp hellish scent; how could she remember any of that and not be aroused to wickedness? And that was not even to begin to remember what she could do with her lips and tongue, and fingers. Christine had known a little about fingers, but had scarcely imagined what someone could do with their mouth. And it was Jinx who had awakened her to shameful possibilities of the corner drug store, to the shapes of deodorant sticks, shampoo bottles, and of course, hair brushes.