“I have proof, you know,” Chas says, and I can’t remember what she’s supposed to have proof of. It’s so weird how I keep seeing parts of Callie looking back at me. What’s going on?
I close my eyes for a minute, everything swimming around me.
“Proof?” I ask, not sure what we’re talking about. “You know your tits are really big,” I blurt out. “It feels really hot out here,” I mumble, my words almost sounding slurred. I claw at my shirt, undoing the buttons as dots of sweat line my brow.
“Take another drink. It will help,” she says, and I don’t want to, but for some reason I do anyway.
“It will?”
“Yeah, you think my tits are big?” she asks, and I nod.
“Definitely.”
“Do you want to see them, Reed?” she sing-songs, her voice almost lyrical.
“Your tits?” Shit, did my voice squeak?
She doesn’t answer but reaches behind her instead. I hear a hiss of metal. Then, the top of her dress falls, revealing her overly large tits. The heavy, ruddy colored nipples are large and as the cool air hits them they harden even more. Her tits bounce as the support they received from her dress is gone. My eyes seem to watch as they sway.
“You look like you’ve never seen any up close, Reed,” Chas laughs. The sound jerks me out of whatever hypnotic state the slow movement of her breasts have put me in.
“I shouldn’t. I need to talk to Callie,” I murmur, ignoring the way I ache to reach out and run my fingers over her nipples.
“You don’t want to do that, Reed. Trust me,” she says, but I shake my head.
“No, I can’t do this. I need to talk to her and tell her how I feel.”
“I’m going to do you a favor, Reed.”
“Huh?”
“Your brother stayed out all night last night, didn’t he?”
“How did you know that?”
“Because he told me he was with Callie all night down by the lake in her old car.”
“Callie wouldn’t do that,” I whisper, but can I be sure? She did go to the prom with him. I’m trying to think, but everything feels so hazy. My brain is mush. It’s so hot it’s impossible to be logical. I ache all over, my body feeling as if it’s on fire. “What are you doing?” I ask when her hands move down to my belt.
“You looked uncomfortable. You really should let me help you out,” she murmurs, unzipping my pants. “Oh, Reed, you go commando. You naughty, naughty boy.” I know I should jerk away from her and tell her to stop what she’s doing. But, when she wraps her hand around my cock, it feels so good that I can’t manage a word. My body feels as if it’s on fire and all I want is just a little relief.
“You like that,” she purrs. That’s when I should tell her to stop, but I don’t. I look up at her. It’s Callie I see staring back at me. When she bends down, feeding me her breast, I suckle on the nipple, clumsily nipping at the pale colored globes. I hear her voice encouraging me. When she lowers down on me, I sink deep inside of her. Our bodies are skin to skin and it’s Callie I hear moan my name.
18 Callie
“Crap, Callie. Can we run out to Dad’s truck? I forgot my prom ticket in there, and I’m going to need it to get into the after-party area.”
“Oh, sure. I’ve got mine stuck under my wrist corsage,” I murmur, like that even matters. I’ll probably tell Reed how I feel, he’ll tell me it’s too late, and I’ll run out crying. I’m fully prepared for that to be the way things go.
“It won’t take a minute,” Mitch says. “I should have put it in my billfold, but until I saw you here, I really wasn’t planning on staying around that long.”
“Not a prom person either?” I laugh.
“You were the only person I really wanted to see. Honestly, it’s an effort to be around other people right now—you know?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, as we walk into the parking lot.
“It’s just things with Dad are bad, so it takes energy to even attempt to be around others.”
“I get that, and my dad isn’t half as bad as yours. How did you talk him into letting you drive his truck tonight?”
“He was passed-out drunk,” Mitch laughs. “He couldn’t argue. I was going to hitch a ride with Reed, but things are kind of tense between us since he lit into you at the school that day.”
“He shouldn’t bring you into all of it. I don’t know why he thought that you and I were dating anyway.”
“Chasity might have lied to him. It’s completely possible. She was pissed I broke it off with her and she can be vindictive for sure.”