Bucked

“Don’t worry, man,” I laugh, and take another drag of the stolen cigarette. “If anyone tells, I’ll beat them up, simple as that. Everyone knows that!” I squint my eyes trying to look cool. “They won’t mess with us.” I pause. “And remember, call me Kanen now.”

He smiles apologetically and hands me the bottle of whiskey we bought with the ID and money we stole from the teacher’s car. “Sorry, Kanen. It’s taking me a while to get used to. You wanna do the honors? Open it up?”

“Damn straight I do.” I crack the seal on the cheap whiskey and drink a swig before handing it back to him. He drinks some and coughs.

“Smoo-oo-ooth,” he grunts, and we both start laughing. We lean against the wall.

“Who you asking to prom?” he says. “Andie?”

“No fucking way. She’s a bitch.” I turn away and squint again so he doesn’t see the hurt in my eye. “Had her pegged wrong.”

“Police chief’s daughter is not the worst choice.”

“Then you should ask her out.” I grind my cigarette out forcefully.

He looks dreamy for a second before he shakes his head. “Nah. She’d never go for me. You’re more her type.”

“Fuck her.”

“One day, I’m going to have a lot of money Ken—- I mean, Kanen.”

Yeah, and one day, I’m going to have to get a job at McDonald’s or start selling drugs to survive, I think, but don’t say.

“Yeah, I know,” I say. I flex my arm, watching my new tattoo move with my muscles.

“I’m not as cool as you, or as good-looking, so I can’t rely on who I am.”

“Whatever,” I say. “You’ll be fine. Who are you going to ask?”

“Well if you’re not going to ask her,” he begins.

“Andie?”

“Yeah.”

“Look man, I told you. She’s a bitch. But if you want to date a bitch, that’s your choice.”

“I guess I want to date her,” he says. “She’s so pretty and all.”

So did I, I think. I harden myself to the pain. She’s not what you thought she was, I tell myself. Don’t even try anymore.

Chastity comes up the stairs, and stands in the doorway.

“Kanen, is everything going to be okay?” she says. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Come here, baby.”

She snuggles into bed with me, and I lean down and kiss her sweet lips. Neither of us wants the kiss to end, and as one pulls away a little, the other catches the kiss again. We go from soft touches, to nibbles and bites, and then our tongues are touching, dancing, teasing.

She climbs on top of me, her beautiful breasts bouncing and swaying as she moves. “Is this okay? Nothing hurts?” she asks.

I move my hips with her, grinding my cock underneath her, and feel it come to life, quick and hard. She moans. “Kanen you feel so good…”

“Don’t stop baby,” I tell her. She’s an angel, Chastity. Her body is strong and gorgeous. I catch one of her breasts in my hand, and squeeze the tip as she throws her head back. I love the shape and weight of her breasts, the pride of her nipples. “You’re so gorgeous.”

She blushes. “You are.”

I growl and sit up, despite the pain it brings me. I want to be closer to her, to hold her, to lick her. To make her come.