How I Spent My Summer Vacation... Pt. 03

Part of that passion was bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then slowing her down. I’d bring her right to where I thought she was going to cum and then I’d stop moving my fingers and slow down my tongue or keep it up with my fingers and stop my tongue completely. As soon as I heard Kim’s breathing slow down I’d start up again. This went on until I finally judged wrong and went too far. Kim let out a cry as I licked her clit and she went over the edge.

I sat up and looked at her. Kim was breathing heavy and there was some sweat on her brow. I realized I could smell some sweat on myself as well. I leaned over her and untied the scarf. As I did she lifted up and sucked on my right nipple. I cooed. When I had her loose she pulled me down on top of her and kissed me passionately. After the kiss she looked into my eyes. We didn’t say another word as we both got under the covers and hugged each other. I’m not sure which one of us passed out first, meaning I probably did.

After the sun woke me up the next morning (it seemed to have no effect on Kim) I got up and closed the drapes, then got back into bed and passed out again. The next thing I remember feeling was incredible pleasure. Actually I can’t say I would have used those words then, because I was still asleep, but now I know how to describe it. I just felt a warm, comfortable sensation all over my body. I woke up slowly, my eyes fluttering to rid them of sleep. There was a big lump under the covers and the only thing on the pillow next to me was a pair of legs bent at the knees, the feet I fell in love with last night hovering in the air.

“What are you doing?” I sighed it more than said it.

The lump under the covers moved and said, “Waking you up with sex. Isn’t it the shit?” While Kim spoke I felt her fingers playing where her tongue had just been.

“Yeah,” I breathed.

Kim’s tongue went back to work. It felt wonderful, still half asleep and receiving this kind of attention. If I didn’t have such a hangover in my head it would have been perfect, but it was still the best wake up call I’d ever received. Kim stopped again and said, “Sorry, I’m having a little trouble breathing here.”

I grabbed the covers and tossed them off the end of the bed, giving me a wonderful view of Kim’s naked body. She took in a deep breath and said “Thanks.” She licked my clit as her fingers played with my lips. I put my hand on her ass and started stroking the cheeks. I felt Kim’s finger sliding down my slit, but she didn’t stick it inside. Instead she kept going down and I when she went past my vagina I wondered what she was doing. She started poking it around and I gasped when she found my rosebud. Her finger started pressing on it and I realized what she meant to do. My rational side spoke up. “Um, what are you doing?”

“You’ve never played with that?”

“No,” I said.

“Well,” she said, “if you’re not comfortable with it I can stop.”

I got stuck again. The thought of it intrigued me, but something about it seemed wrong as well. Kim wasn’t looking at my face, but I’m sure the prolonged silence was a giveaway.

“Can’t decide again?” she asked with a slight impatience in her voice.

“I want to but I don’t.”

“Tell you what, why not try it and if you decide you don’t like it then you know not to do it again.”

Now why didn’t I think of that? “Uh, yeah, that sounds cool.”

“And while you’re at it,” Kim moved her body so it was over mine in a sixty-nine position. “Give yourself something to do. Maybe that’ll keep your mind off of itself.”

I smiled. One thing I did have experience with, thanks to my roommate, was a sixty-nine. I loved the idea of giving and receiving at the same time. My arms went under her legs and over her back so my hands were on her ass. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. The thing I like to do most in a sixty-nine is mimic my partner’s actions, so when Kim licked top to bottom, sucked on my lips or targeted my clit, I did the same to her. Her finger pressed on my asshole, which is the one thing I didn’t want to do to her yet. She would push a little, stop, push some more, stop again, slowly stretching the area until she had half her finger in there.

Soon we were both sucking on each other’s clits. I thought it would be cool if we were to cum at the same time, but Kim’s finger worked more into my asshole and suddenly I felt a wave of pleasure erupt from that area. All of a sudden I couldn’t help myself and I was cumming. My mouth came away from her pussy with a yell and my legs stretched out into the air. After that I remember making some kind of satisfied sound and Kim asked, “Can I take that as a sign you liked it?”

I was still trying to catch my breath. “I’d say so.”

My hands kept playing with Kim’s pussy, keeping her aroused while I recovered. Finally I put my tongue back in action and targeted her clit. Kim’s body started moving wildly as she grunted every breath. “Uh, yeah! Oh God! Uh! Goddammit! Whore! Fuck!” Somehow I imagined everyone in Kim’s hometown could tell me the date and time of Kim’s first sexual experience.

She came and dropped on top of my body. We lay like that for a while, with our head at each other’s feet, until Kim worked up the energy to turn around and pull the covers back up. We got cozy and laid there for a while in each other’s arms. All of a sudden I said, “Thanks.”

“For what?” she asked.

Honestly I wasn’t quite sure myself. I thought about it for a moment while she stroked my hair. “I don’t know. I just feel so comfortable around you. Like I don’t have to be on guard all the time.”

Kim smiled and her eyes narrowed. “Why do you have to be on guard all the time?”

I shrugged. It wasn’t really something I wanted to get into at that point, and she took the hint and let it go. We kissed and cuddled for about half an hour more, until Kim mentioned that she was hungry. My stomach was growling too, so we got up and went to my kitchen.

“Crap,” I said when I opened the fridge. “We don’t have much here.”

“The hell you don’t, you’ve got whipped cream and chocolate syrup. Do you have ice cream?”

“Yeah.”

“Great. Sundaes for breakfast.”

While we made our special meal Kim asked how my face was doing. I had forgotten about the incident with her foot. I hammed it up and told her I’d know after I saw a doctor. Then I really gave it to her when I said a proper hug would have really helped.

“Well I couldn’t get out of the scarf thanks to that crazy Girl Scout knot you tied,” she said as she started laughing. “What did you learn that one for?”

“Dominatrix Badge,” I said, and we both cracked up. It was the kind of good feeling you get when you find someone you really click with.

We took our sweet treats to the living room. Kim’s top was still on the coffee table and there was a note on top of it, obviously from my roommate, saying “I know I’ve seen this top on someone in the past 24 hours, but I can’t quite remember who it was. I’m sure you’ll be able to remind me later.” My roommate was from California, and sometimes her sense of humor escaped me. She was also a gossip hound and the note made it clear she wanted details. Kim had brought the whipped cream can out to the living room and every few bites she refreshed the supply in her dish.

“You can never have enough whipped cream,” she said, anticipating my wisecrack.

“I don’t remember that one in nutrition class.”

“They teach you nutrition in Kentucky?” she said with a smile.

“Yeah, and they also taught us manners, like never call a lady a whore.”

A surprised look crossed her face. “Are you implying I did that?” I nodded and she asked, “When?”

“In bed.”

“Oh. I didn’t necessarily call you a whore.” Kim noticed all my whipped cream was gone and shot some into my bowl.

“Well I didn’t see anyone else in the room, so unless you were directing that comment at yourself, I think you called me a whore.”

“Well I’m sorry.”

I nodded and said, “Okay.” We sat there for a moment in silence, eating ice cream. Then, without looking at her, I quietly said, “Bitch.”

“Slut.”

“Douche bag.”

“Cunt.”

My eyebrows raised on that one. “Getting a little rough there, aren’t we?”

“What, poor little country girl can’t take a harsh word?”

“I just think it’s a little offensive.”

“No, it’s very offensive, which is why I used it.”

I shrugged my shoulders, said “Fine,” and we went back to eating ice cream. Suddenly she said, “Shit head.”

“Wench.”

“Doofus.”

“Tampon breath.” With that one we both burst out in laughter.

CHAPTER 12: FUCK HAPPY ENDINGS

That laughter was still ringing in my head when I walked through the doorway of the bathroom in Rio.

Kim was sitting naked in the tub. There was no water in it. She was alive.

Her forehead was leaning against her knees and she was sobbing quietly, unaware that I was standing there watching her. I could feel the smile grow across my face as a happiness spread throughout my body. It was different from the joy I had with writing. More like extreme relief. I reached over and turned off the CD player. Kim looked up. Her eyes were red and puffy and her face was a mix of surprise, anger and disgust.

“Hey whore,” I said.

“Fuck off you fucking bitch!” she screamed.

There was so much hurt in her face. I’d never seen Kim that vulnerable before. It was like seeing some celebrity without makeup for the first time. There are plenty of words you could use to describe Kim, but one thing she has never been is weak. Yet here she was, looking like you could knock her over with a feather. And that was my fault. I felt like crying. Actually I think I needed to cry, but I knew one of us had to hold it together for this conversation. Finding her alive was only half the battle, now I had to win her back.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said. Taking a deep breath, I continued, “I was wrong, about a lot of things. I will say in my defense that I wasn’t working off all the information. But I still made a lot of mistakes on my own. I took this long, stupid, complicated road when I should have just talked to you. Been more open with you.” I choked on that last part, and almost lost it completely. But I held it back, took another deep breath and gritted my teeth. “I’m just hoping that you can forgive me for my mistakes and give me another chance. Even though I probably don’t deserve it.”

“You don’t deserve it! Now fuck off!”

I bit my lip. Most people might have taken that as the final word and walked away. But I reminded myself that this was Kim I was dealing with, and the fact that she yelled something as opposed to taking the soap dish and throwing it at me was a good sign. I tried to muster up enough courage to say what I needed to. “You remember the morning after we first met, and you asked why I felt like I had to be on guard all the time? I used to think it was because I was afraid of letting go, of my naughty side taking control and doing all these things I was afraid to do. But now I understand what I was really on guard about. I was afraid of how people who knew me were going to react when they saw that side of me. I feel like everybody sees Carol Hitchcock as this nerdy bookworm who is the essence of normal. And I was so worried that if I let loose I’d lose everything and never be able to get myself back.” I took a deep breath and continued, “But with you it was different. That first night you saw so many things about me that no one had ever seen before and you didn’t judge me. Hell, you encouraged me.”

Kim looked at me. There was still anger in her face. “Go away!” she yelled, and then she put her head back down on her knees. This wasn’t working. My chest started to feel tight. I couldn’t have gone through all this just to still lose her. My mind raced, trying to think of something else to say, something to convince her I truly understood that I’d made a mistake. I kept drawing a blank. My breathing came in short, heavy gasps. The longer it took me to think of something the more tension I felt in the room, and it was almost as if the physical distance between us was growing.

But then I stopped myself. I closed my eyes and forced my mind to remain calm. I slowed down my breathing and pushed my thoughts back to how I felt earlier when I wrote. I kept myself in that state until something came to me, something the tattoo guy had said to me earlier that day. I opened my eyes and spoke.

“Kim, when we started dating I felt so comfortable with you, and that made me feel comfortable with myself. But I didn’t really understand why that was. Normally I’d have put more thought into it, analyzed it.” That got a snort from Kim. She always complained that I complicated things with thought. “But I didn’t, because for once in my life I was just going with the flow. And it felt good. So good that I didn’t pay attention to anything else, and that’s when I got into trouble. All of a sudden I lost that feeling you gave me. I blamed you for it.”

I took a deep breath, walked over to the tub and kneeled down beside it. She didn’t resist as I reached out, cupping her chin and turning her face towards me. Her eyes wouldn’t look directly at me. “But I got that feeling back, and I did it on my own this time. And doing that made me realize how important you are to me. Not just for who you are, but how you bring out something in me that I didn’t realize I was missing in my life- happiness.”

There was a long silence. Finally Kim looked up and her eyes met mine. “I thought I was the worst thing that ever happened to you.”

“That was until I met the worst thing that ever happened to you,” I said.

Kim was about to say something when the look on her face changed. “What the hell happened to your head?”

I reached up and touched it and flinched from the pain. A bruise must have been forming. “The cavalry came to its senses and realized it needed to come rescue you.”

“From who?”

“From yourself.”

Kim showed some teeth, but I wasn’t sure it was a smile until I heard her chuckle a little bit. “I hate to tell you it was for nothing,” she said, then sniffed and wiped her nose with her hand. “All my talk about being over the top and I couldn’t even work up the guts to turn on the water.”

An hour later we were sitting in the kitchen, and I had a bag of ice on my forehead. Kim looked a lot better now, more in control - her old self. The smile on her face was the same sweet smile that made me feel so comfortable when I first met her. “I just want to say,” she started, “that little speech you gave in the bathroom was the sappiest piece of shit I’ve ever heard. It’s like you were channeling Meg Ryan or something.”

We laughed an infectious laugh that went on for a while. As it died down my mind tripped over a thought I’d had earlier, when Mrs. Ross first mentioned the divorce. I hated to bring the conversation to serious matters, but I had to know. “Your parents were never coming on this trip, were they?”

Kim smile faded slowly. Her eyes looked at the floor. “They gave me this trip to, quote, soothe my nerves about the divorce, unquote. My little consolation prize.”

“And so you lied to me about this trip? Why didn’t you ever tell me about how fucked up they are?”

Kim sighed. “You had enough problems, I didn’t want to lay all of mine on you. I figured you’d think I was too much trouble and leave me.”

“But Jesus Kim, you’ve got the mom from hell! And I’m guessing you’re dad’s not so great either. You could have at least told me that, I would have been a lot more understanding before now.”

“I didn’t want to expose you to them. My parents have managed to fuck up every inch of my life, and you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I figured the further away I kept you from them the better.”

She was probably right, considering the offer I’d just gotten from her mom. But I wasn’t thinking about that right then, since I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as I stared at her. “What?” she asked.

“I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you?”

She shook her head. “You are such a fucking sap, you know that?”

I took her hand in mine. “I’m so sorry,” I said, and then took a deep breath because I had plenty to apologize for. “The way I’ve been treating you, starting that argument, sleeping with someone who robbed you.” I swallowed. “For what you read in my notebook.”

Kim snickered, “Anything else?”

I grinned. “I’m not sorry about getting a tattoo without you, because I don’t even remember doing that.”

She laughed, and for the first time in a long time I felt the tension between us easing up. When she finished, Kim turned serious and said, “You know what I kept thinking when I was reading your notebook?” I shook my head and Kim continued, “That it’s your own damn fault Carol. You complained to me about not having enough time for school stuff, but I figured that was the scared side of you making up excuses. If you sat me down and had a serious talk I would have listened, and I would have taken you seriously.”

I sighed. She was right. I’d assumed how she would react and it bit me in the ass, big time.

“You need to learn to speak up more,” Kim said, “especially with me. Be more open and shit. Tell me what’s on your mind, what problems you’re having.”

I arched my eyebrow. “So do you,” I said. That reminded me of something. “Speaking of which, your mom said something about you having influence over where the money goes in the divorce. What was that about?”

Kim frowned and sat there for a moment. I felt tension from her again and realized I probably shouldn’t have brought it up. Her eyes were looking at the floor when she said “I was like, sixteen when my mom came home drunk one night. She and my dad had been at some party and she was pissed off because of some woman that was there. She thought my dad was cheating on her. Anyway, she comes to my room and starts talking up a storm. I didn’t know if she was trying to bond with me or what, but she…” Kim stuck her tongue in her cheek and let out a soft sigh. I realized this wasn’t easy for her, so I squeezed her hand to let her know I was there for her.

Kim continued, “She told me this had happened before, when she and dad were in college and they were just dating, she found out he was cheating on her. She wanted to get back at him, but she wanted to keep him too, so she…she…” Kim swallowed hard and looked right at me. “She stopped taking the Pill.”

It took a moment for me to process what that meant. Then it took a moment for my jaw to work its way back up to the rest of my mouth. “Holy shit,” was all I could say.

There were tears in Kim’s eyes, but she shrugged and smiled. “Yeah,” she said. “I went from being ‘The Great Mistake’ to ‘The Vicious Revenge’.”

“So your father doesn’t know?”

She shook her head. “Mom’s afraid I’ll tell him and his lawyers will tear her a new one in court.”

No wonder Mrs. Ross was willing to take a chance on trying to bribe me. I sighed. “Well, that confirms it,” I said. “I’m the worst judge of character in the world.”

Kim smiled. “Don’t worry about it. She puts up an awesome front.”

We sat there for a moment in silence. Then I leaned over and kissed Kim on the lips, pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I love you,” I said, “and I really mean it this time. I know that doesn’t exactly sound like a happy ending line, but it’s what I really feel.”

She reached out and stroked my cheek. “Fuck happy endings. This is good enough for me.”

“That mean you can forgive me for being so stupid?” I asked.

“I think stupidity runs in our relationship,” she said. We went upstairs and fell asleep on the bed.