One with the Wind (10 page)

            “I don’t know quite how I feel; shocked is the first word that comes to mind,” he said, looking around at his fellow students.

            “Are you excited?” she asked.

            Nick walked away and whispered, “Um well yeah! My girlfriend gets girl-on-girl action. My mind fills with mental pictures.”           

            “Are you getting hard?”

            Nick felt his growing erection. “That would be an affirmative.”

            Josie rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “What are you going to do about it?”     

            “Ah, Josie, I’m at the studio working. I am here with my partners on the project. I can’t do this now,” he said.

            “Come on dude, I want to hear you come,” she urged.

            “Josie, I can’t now.” He breathed heavily, walked out of the studio and down the hallway looking for an empty room. There were so many students about. Nick noticed the door to the editing room was open. “Okay, hold on a sec.” He entered the editing room, kicked the door shut and sat heavily on one of the plastic chairs. “All right, go on,” he said with his hand in his pants. “Start from the beginning.”

            “Well, Wendy and I started drinking schnapps, we started talking about sex. I think she is a real lesbian, because she has no interest in guys” she whispered and looked over at Wendy to make sure she was still asleep. “Then we started making out, but her kisses were nothing like yours and her tongue had a different texture. It was weird. I didn’t know tongues had different textures.”

            “No commentary please!” Nick urged as he rubbed himself. “Just the facts.”

            Josie giggled. “Okay, she then started to feel me up—my breasts.”

            “Did she suck your nipple?” Nick questioned urgently.

            “Yes,” she lied. “She spilled schnapps on my pussy and spread it around my lips with her fingers.”

            “Oh God!” he muttered, stroking harder.

            “She sucked my nipple hard until it was bright red and then she slid her hand down my pants and played with my pussy until it got slopping wet,” Josie continued. Hearing Nick groan deeply on the other side of the phone, aroused Josie and she placed her hands between her legs. “Then she munched on my pussy and sucked my clitoris. I was going crazy with passion, so she shoved my vibrator inside me and fucked me hard with it until I came in a massive orgasm.”

            Josie listened to the phone and all she could hear was distant grunting and heavy breathing. “Nick? Nick?” And then she heard his phone drop to the floor. “Nick?” she whispered, looking at Wendy.

            “Yeah,” he muttered.

            “Are you okay?” she asked.

            “Wait, let me pull up my pants.” He pulled up his pants and held the phone to his face. “Next time you decide to do that, give me some fair warning, will ya?”

            Josie giggled. “I don’t know about that; it’s part of the excitement.” She paused and said, “It actually wasn’t as good as all that, I miss you. Do you think I can lure you up here next weekend?”

            “That would be a definite probability,” Nick replied, still panting heavily.

 

            The drive up to Cornell on Saturday morning was beautiful. The sun shone through the newly budded trees, and blossoms delicately scattered along the road. Nick didn’t care about the scenery; he wanted Josie now. He sped down the road as fast as he could but before he knew it, a cop car flashed behind him. “Ah shit.” He pulled over to the side of the road and wound down his window.

            The tough male state patrol cop strode casually up to Nick’s window and peered inside. “License and registration.”

            Nick obeyed without protest. “I’m sorry officer. My girlfriend at Cornell called me a few days ago and confided the intimate details of her lesbian encounter with her roommate. I can’t get the image out of my mind, and, well, I’m kind of in a hurry to get there, if you know what I mean.”

            The male cop looked at Nick and handed him his license and registration. “Good God! And it’s taken you several days to get up there! Kid, I have heard many excuses for speeding, but this takes the prize.” He leaned inside Nick’s window. “Slow down a bit, you want to make sure you get to your girlfriend in one piece.”

            Nick watched through his rear view mirror as the cop pulled onto the highway and drove away. He couldn’t believe his luck; he had no intention of talking himself out of a ticket.
I guess even cops can understand the emergency when it comes to lesbian sex
. Pulling back onto the highway, he watched his speed the rest of the way to Cornell. They next cop may not be so understanding.

            When he arrived at Josie’s dorm, she was waiting for him in the lobby. As soon as he walked in the door, she threw herself into his arms and kissed him furiously. “I told Wendy you were coming up and she’s hanging with a friend in another dorm for the weekend.

            “What?” Nick pushed her away disappointed.

            “Nick, you didn’t think we were going to have a threesome; did you?”

            “Honey, you don’t really want to know what I was thinking for the past the couple days. You couldn’t handle what I was thinking the last couple days,” he replied.

            “Ah, that’s not going to happen. First, Wendy has no interest in you and secondly if she did, a threesome would be a hell no.” She took his arm, guiding him to the elevator. “I don’t understand why guys get so hot over lesbians. What’s the big deal?”

            As the elevator door closed, Nick replied, “Honey, girl-on-girl sex is like kryptonite for guys; it can be crippling.”

            Josie wrapped her arms around his neck. “Well, it was a once and done thing and thank God you survived. From now on it’s just you and me.”

            “Can’t you give me just a little bit of hope?” he asked.

            “What would you do with two girls anyhow?” Nick chuckled as the elevator doors opened and Josie guided him to her room. “Seriously honey, what would you do with two girls; you only have one dick.”

            Once inside, Nick undressed and stood in front of Josie. “One girl handles the drumstick, the other takes care of the bangers.”

            Josie stared at him in disbelief and shook her head as she took off her clothes and lay down on the bed. “Yeah, but you can only fuck one girl at a time, regardless how many you have in your band.”

            Kneeling before her, Nick decided not to say anymore. He rubbed his penis against her slit and pushed it deep inside her. He loved watching her face; the deeper his penetration, the more intense her expression. He swiveled around inside her soft flesh and Josie clasped his biceps in ecstasy. They both knew no one else could ever truly satisfy.

            The summer sun sprinkled through the trees as Nick drove along the Pennsylvania turnpike, casually reclined behind the stirring wheel. Josie tapped her feet along to the rock music blaring from Nick’s car stereo. She sang loudly to a Led Zeppelin song:

 

           
“And I’m shaking so much, really yearning

 

            Nick squeezed her thigh. “Baby, I’ll make you better than all right.”

            Josie stretched her arms and arched against the car seat. “One full week of sun, surf, sand, and sex, I’m counting on it.”

            “Hungry?” he asked. “I’m thinking of pulling off in Lancaster for lunch.”

            “I’m always hungry. You know that.”

            Nick took the exit off the turnpike and drove down the highway toward downtown Lancaster. As college graduates, there wasn’t much their parents could stop them from doing. They could come and go as they pleased. Finally, they had control of their own lives.

            Downtown Lancaster traffic was a mix of pedestrians, cars and a few slow Amish buggies. Nick honked the horn. “Damn Amish, they should learn to ride bikes and leave the buggies at home.”

            “It’s no big deal. Let’s just park somewhere and find a place to eat,” said Josie.

            He checked the street signs. “No, I have a place in mind.” Finally he parked downtown and turned toward Josie. “Do you want to do something crazy?”

            “Sure! What?”

            “Get married,” he replied casually.

            “What? Here, in Lancaster?”

            Nick nodded toward the courthouse across the street. “In there.”

            “Nick, I’m not dressed to get married. I’m wearing cut off shorts, and a t-shirt with iced tea stains.” Josie pulled her shirt and pointed at the stains.

            “Well, hold on,” Nick said. He leaned over the back of the seat, opened an icebox on the floor behind him and handed Josie a white rose bridal bouquet. “Does this help?”

            Josie smelled the roses and choked out a response, “What about rings?”

            Nick snapped his finger. “Rings, right. I forgot about the rings. He reached in his pocket, retrieved a black velvet jewelry box and displayed a small half carat diamond ring. “Will this do? I know it’s small, but it’s a start.” He studied her shocked, teary-eyed expression. “We can walk into Lancaster courthouse boyfriend and girlfriend and walk out husband and wife and then have a week long honeymoon in Ocean City, Maryland. What do you say?”

            “I want to marry you but what about our families?” she asked.

            “You know what our families are like and what a mess our wedding will be. Your parents will want something small and conservative; my parents will want a reception of drunken debauchery. This saves us a lot of drama.”

            Josie laughed. “It’s true.” It was every girl’s dream to marry and have a big wedding—white dress, bridesmaids, flowers, the huge reception. But none of that mattered to Josie, for her, it was about love. Josie threw her arms up and smiled from ear to ear. “Why the hell not? Let’s get married!”

            “Great!” Nick exclaimed.

            He took her hand and escorted her across the street to the courthouse. Once inside, Josie was shocked to find the justice of the peace waiting. “I was getting worried the young lady didn’t say yes,” he said.

            “Yes is her favorite word.” Nick wrapped his arm tightly around her shoulder and yelled out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

            “All right,” said the justice of the peace. “Do you kids have a witness?”

            “You,” replied Nick quickly.

            “No son,” chuckled the justice of the peace, “someone else.” He called his elderly Pennsylvania Dutch secretary to witness their marriage. “This is Claudia Yoder; she will be your witness. Do you have rings?”

            “Yes.” Nick retrieved the male wedding ring from his pocket and handed it to Josie.  Holding her diamond, he spoke the vows to Josie. “I, Nick Markovich, in the presence of you…Ms. Yoder, take Josephine Elizabeth Hynes to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to honor and
obey
,” he stated with a laugh and continued, “to love and to cherish, until death do us part.” He slid the diamond ring on Josie’s left ring finger.

            A flood of tears washed down Josie’s face as she awkwardly looked for something to do with the bouquet. Ms. Yoder took the flowers from her. Josie looked up at Nick and laughed before starting her vows. She managed to get through them without crying but fumbled with his wedding ring as she tried to put it on his finger.

            “Ouch!” he jokingly yelled out.

            She smacked him playfully. “Will you stop? I’m trying to marry you here?”

            The justice of the peace looked at both Nick and Josie and said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He glanced at Nick. “You can kiss your bride.”

            “Gladly.” He grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her off the ground and gave her a big, wet, sloppy kiss.

            Josie wiggled away and punched him on the shoulder. “Will you behave?”

            “Save it for the honeymoon kids,” said the justice of the peace.

 

            Later in the afternoon, they arrived in Ocean City and checked into their hotel room. Josie bounced on the bed, waving her wedding flowers. “I’m married! I’m married! I’m married!” She collapsed onto the bed.

            Nick crawled over her. “You know what that means. You are mine; I can have you anytime I want.” He kissed her face and neck. “I can have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” He licked the inside of her ear. “I can have you for brunch. I can have you for afternoon tea and I can have you for a late night snack.”

            “Yes!” Josie raised her head toward him. “I can have you in the living room, the kitchen, and the den.”

            “I can have you in the bathroom,” he replied, nibbling her t-shirt over her nipple.

            She ran her hands through his hair. “I can have you in the pantry and linen closet.”

            He raised her t-shirt and bra over her breasts and gently sucked her nipple. “I can have you in the secret room behind the hidden bookshelf.”

            She laughed and moaned at the same time, arching her head back.

            “I can do anything I want to you now.”

            “What can you do that you haven’t already done?” she asked.

            “Sweetheart, you have no idea.” Nick slowly traced his tongue down her belly and inserted it in her belly button. It tickled and made her giggle. He unbuttoned her shorts and roughly pulled them off her body, nearly pulling her along with them. He massaged her between the legs. “You are soaking wet.”