Under His Skin (3 page)

“Um… thank you.”

“No, I’ll be thanking you if you know how to use that thing.”

She pulled her sweater and her tank top over her head.  She stood in front of me in a black bra.  She leaned over me.

“Take it off of me Nicky.”

I reached up around her back and fumbled with the clasp.  She giggled.

“You’re cute Nicky.”

She reached behind her back with one hand and unsnapped it.  It slid down her arms and landed on me.  She picked it up and tossed it on her pile of clothing.  She dipped down and kissed me again, straddling me.  I felt her wetness through my boxers.  My hands roamed her body.  They ran down her back, around her ass and found the wetness I had dreamed of for the last four years.  I slid one finger inside her slick heat. I heard a moan and realized it was me.  She felt so good.

“Yes, Nicky, that’s it. Use another, please.”

I did as I was instructed. I slid another finger inside her. I had never done this before, so I did what came natural.  I let the wetness and the heat guide me.  For the next few minutes I found a slow rhythmic motion, sliding in and out.  All the way in until I hit something and couldn’t go anymore, then all the way until just the tips of my fingers were inside of her.  The sensation was something I never could have dreamed of.  She kissed me deeply and writhed and squirmed.  Her movements matched mine, and I continued to use my fingers to bring her pleasure.  She moaned, and I felt her tighten around my fingers.

“Don’t stop Nicky,” she whispered in my ear.  “Please don’t stop.” 

I felt her buck against my hand and she started to shake.  She began to grind against my hand faster so I matched my pace to hers.  She began to shudder harder and harder.  With my free hand, I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled her deeper into a kiss.  Her screams muffled by my kisses, she shook as her pleasure hit a climax.  I felt a flood of liquid run down my fingers and on my leg.  She let out a big sigh and her body fell limp on top of mine.  She kissed my neck and my ear.

“Do you have a condom Nicky?” She whispered in my ear.  I shook my head.

“That’s ok, hold on.”

She slowly pushed herself off of me and the bed.  She walked over to the night table that held my red solo cup and opened the top drawer.

“Everyone knows that Jeff’s parents fill this thing up.  I guess they figure if they are going to have a bunch of horny teenagers in their house, they might as well be safe.”

She sashayed back over to the bed.  I didn’t think it was possible for me to find her more beautiful.  I was already rock hard, but it felt like I got harder.  She looked at me and grinned.

“That is some impressive equipment you’re packing there Nicky.”

I smiled again, but I was caught up in thinking about the condom.  I was hoping she didn’t hand it to me to put on.  I had no idea what to do.  She stood at the foot of the bed looking me over from head to toe.

“You really are quite adorable.  I wonder why I never paid you more attention.”

I shrugged.
Probably because I’m not a part of your “in crowd
,” I thought.  I never cared.  “In crowd” or not she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She wrapped her hands around my erection and ran them up and down my shaft.  I had mastered one handed shaft massage.  I could make myself come in a matter of minutes, but with all of my experience at home, it never felt this good.  She ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it onto my hard throbbing erection.  Then she slowly climbed on top of it. 

Instinctively, I grabbed her hips.  She set the pace at first, her knees on each side of me and her hands on my chest.  Since this was my first time I wanted to follow her lead. I wanted to make sure she liked everything I was doing.  She was slowly rising and falling on my cock.  With my hands on her hips, I moved my hips against her, lifting her even further up until she was sitting on just the tip and slamming her back into me.  She moaned out and cursed.  I figured that was a good sign.  I continued with the rise and fall on my hard shaft.  She leaned over and kissed me while my hips thrusting up and down against moving against her.  She straightened back up and threw her head back.  If it wasn’t for the raging party and loud music in the next room, everyone would have heard her screams.  I felt like I was getting the hang of it. I grabbed her and pulled her to me and rolled over until she was on her back and I was on top.  Then, I braced myself with my arms on either side of her and began a slow methodical thrust. Each time slamming into her as far as her body would allow.  Each time she moaned or cussed. Her fingers dug into my back, her legs, pulling me in further.  I followed her lead and continued.

“Mm… damn Nicky,” she moaned into my ear.  “You feel so good.  Do you like it Nicky?  Tell me you like it.”

I had to concentrate.  I felt like at any second I could come unglued and lose it.  Right before the party, with thoughts of Addie I jumped into the shower and stroked myself to orgasm like I had plenty of other times.  Recently I had started trying to prolong my self-stroking sessions by concentrating on other things.  I had read an article in a magazine that suggested biting your cheek or counting strokes.  Little did I know that pre-party session would be so beneficial?  I was biting my cheek so hard I tasted blood and if she kept talking to me, I would lose it. 

“Nicky?”

“Y…Y…Yes?”

“Tell me you like it.”

“I… I love it.”

I bit my cheek again, but it wasn’t working.  I was about to explode.  I felt her clench around my erection and I pumped harder and faster.  The sensation was too much, and I felt the tremble start in my legs. 

“I love you Addison,” I whispered in her ear.  “I’ve always loved you.”  It was too late, I couldn’t take it back.  If she noticed, she said nothing.  She clenched tighter around my cock and I felt her shake.  Her body started to spasm, and she screamed out.  I lost it then.  The sight of her orgasm was too much for me to take.  My body went rigid, and I felt my release flood out.  I held her until her body stopped shaking. 

“Um… are you okay?” I asked.  This was all new to me.

“Mm… yes, I’m good.  Very good.”

She reached up and pulled me into a kiss.

“Thanks Nicky!” She said.

She slid from under me and stood up.  I rolled over onto my back to watch her as she collected her clothes and dressed.  She never acknowledged what I whispered in her ear, I sighed because I figured she hadn’t heard it.  I felt like I was in a dream and I definitely didn’t want to wake up.  All of my fantasies about her, all the times I envisioned her did not compare to this moment.

“I have to go now Nicky.  You are very sweet and I have to admit you’re pretty amazing in bed.  Thank you again.”

“Um…”

I didn’t know what to say.  I had just had sex for the first time and with the girl of my dreams and she was thanking me.  What was I supposed to say? “You’re welcome,” just didn’t seem fitting. 

“I’ll see you later, Nicky, this was fun.” 

She leaned over and kissed me once more, then turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind her.  I sank back into the bed feeling like I was dreaming.  The condom that was slowly slipping off of me was my pull back into reality.  I stood up, took it off and looked for a garbage can.  I slowly gathered my clothes still tasting her cherry lip gloss, her sweet vanilla scent still enveloping me.  I would relive this moment for a long time.

Chapter 6

Last night after looking around for him, I found Petey sitting on the porch outside looking bored out of his mind.

“You ready man?”

“Hell yeah, I’ve been ready.  Where were you?  I looked all over for you.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you man.”

“Try me. I’m up for a good story.  I’ve been bored out of my damn mind for the last hour.”

On the drive home, I relayed to Petey the events of the night.  I told him about the fight between Chad and Addie, how I checked on her in the room and my first time.  And most importantly, I told him how I was no longer a virgin.  I was floating on fucking air.

“Dude, you’re kidding.  You’re such a fucking liar!  There’s no way you and Addie did it.”

“Petey, why would I lie?  You of all people know I can’t even bring myself to talk to her.”

“That’s my point.  You expect me to believe you nailed Addie when you can’t even say ‘hi’ to her in the hallway?”

“Liquid courage man.”

“You seriously expect me to believe that Addie hit on you?”

“You can believe it or not, but I know what happened.”

“Riiiiiggghhhhht.  Sure man.  I believe you.  And Emily wants me to take her to the prom!” He said in a fit of laughter.

“Whatever Pete, fuck you man!”

He continued to poke fun at me the rest of the ride home.  I took it all in stride because I had just slept with the girl of my dreams and she said it was great!  Fuck Petey, I knew what happened.  It was the best night of my life.

After dropping Petey off I went into my room, closed the door and turned on my TV and VCR and popped in one of my “secret videos.”  My Uncle Steve had slipped it to me last year sometime.  I lay back on my bed and watched the image of the couple on the screen, imaging it was Addie and I.  I was barely five minutes in when my thoughts overtook me and I exploded.  I lay there satisfied and drifted off to sleep.

On Saturday, I went to Petey’s as planned and played Nintendo.  When I arrived, he immediately started in on me again about Addie.

“So Nicky, you still insist you and Addie messed around?”

“We didn’t just mess around, man.  We did it.  Come on Petey, you’ve been my best friend for years now.  How often have I lied to you?”

“Come on man, I know you aren’t usually a liar, but this is so far-fetched.”

“If I was going to lie about it, wouldn’t I add some elaborate shit like I walked in on her and Trish and they invited me to a threesome or some crazy shit like that?”

“Okay, okay chill dude.  I believe you.  What are you going to do?”

“Right now, I’m going to kick your ass in Zelda!”

I spent most of the day at Petey’s playing video games and scarfing down snack food.  I ended up losing a few games because midway through my thoughts would drift to Addie and the party.

“I’m kicking your ass dude, you should get some from Addie more often,” Petey snorted.

“Shut up asshole.”  I punched him in his arm. 

“Ow dude, you been working out or something?  You used to punch like a girl.” 

I laughed.  The truth was I had begged my dad for some weights and had been working out in my garage for the last two months.  I didn’t say anything to Pete because we always made fun of the jock types, but I was tired of being invisible to Addie and thought it may help.  I was finally starting to see a difference and obviously Pete was now too.

I ended up falling asleep at Pete’s Saturday night and woke up early Sunday morning on the couch.  I woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee.  I couldn’t care less about the coffee, but bacon and I had a long standing relationship.  I was in love.  I went into the bathroom, washed my face and rinsed my mouth out.  I walked into the kitchen to see Pete’s mom Mrs. Danforth, or Michelle as she liked to be called, standing at the sink, staring out of the window. 

About this time three years ago Pete’s dad, Dave passed away from a heart attack.  It happened suddenly one afternoon during a game of tennis.  It turned out that he had a heart defect that had never been discovered.  It wasn’t unusual to catch her staring into the backyard at a tree he planted when they first moved into the house, especially this time of year.  It was his gift to her, she told me once.  He said “just as trees grow bigger and stronger every year, so does my love for you, so every time you look at that tree you’ll know how much I love you.”

“Hey Michelle,” I said hoarsely.

“Oh hey Nicky, I didn’t realize you were still here.  You boys had a late night.”

“Yeah, Pete ended up winning a few more games than normal, so I had to show him who’s boss.”  She chuckled.

“You boys and those silly video games.  I think they’ll fade out in the next few years don’t you?”

“I don’t know Michelle.  I think they’ll be around for a while.  I see a big future in computer games.”

“I’ll take your word for it Nicky.  You know, I know nothing about that stuff.  Are you hungry?”

“Starving!  I thought I smelled bacon when I woke up.”

“You sure did, better grab a plate before Petey wakes up.  I think my Petey is hitting a growth spurt.  Hopefully he’ll end up as tall as you Nick.”

“Sorry Michelle, Petey will always be a runt.”  She laughed.

“Hey now jackass, it’s not nice to talk about me when I can’t defend myself,” Petey said walking into the kitchen.

“I can’t help the truth man.”

“Peter Danforth, watch your language,” Michelle scolded.

The three of us sat in the kitchen joking over breakfast for a few minutes, then Pete’s mom excused herself.  She wanted to visit his dad before she ran her errands for the day.

I always liked Pete’s house, it felt very warm and inviting.  Not that my house wasn’t, I had a great house and wonderful parents, but there was just something different about Pete’s.  It was my second home growing up and Michelle was like another mom.  After Pete’s dad died, I pretty much moved in to help out as much as a fifteen year old boy could.

After breakfast, I went back home, my parents weren’t there when I arrived.  They left a note for me:

Hey Nicky,

We ran out to the city to the Clinton Bailey Farmer’s Market. Be home shortly. Please wash the dishes and clean your room, Nicky, it’s disgusting.

      Love Mom & Dad

I was in the middle of chores when my parents came home. 

“Hey Nicky, feels like I haven’t seen you in days.  You got in so late Friday and you were off to Petey’s as soon as you woke up on Saturday.  I miss you kiddo,” said my mom.

“Mom, you saw me yesterday morning.”

“Yes, as you were walking out of the door.  How was your party Friday night? Did you guys have fun?  Dance with any girls?” Mom chuckled.

“Marion leave the boy alone,” said my dad.

“Joe, I’m not bothering him.”

“The boy is eighteen years old and about to graduate, he doesn’t need you nagging him.”

“I’m not nagging, he’s my baby.”

I just shook my head.  This was typical banter between my parents.  They have been married for twenty-five years.  They met in college a few years before they got married.  Dad always said he knew from the moment he saw her, she would be his wife.  Mom wasn’t as positive, she wasn’t a big fan of his at first.  They are extraordinary parents and best friends.  I’d never admit it to them, but they are my role models.

“Yes, mom, I had a good time.  I actually... um… talked to that girl I told you about.”

“Addison!!  You spoke to Addison, oh my goodness!  That’s exciting.  How was that?” I rolled my eyes at her over enthusiasm and grinned.

“It went pretty well.  She’s a nice girl.”

“She’s quite a looker too, son.”

“Yeah, she is Dad.  I haven’t spoken to her since, though. I guess I’ll wait and see what happens on Monday.”

“Did she flirt with you?” Mom asked.

“Marion, please get out of the boy’s business.”

“Oh Joe, hush.  He doesn’t mind.  Do you Nicky?” I laughed.

“No mom, it’s okay.  Yeah, she did, but I don’t know if that means anything.”

“Well, she’d be absolutely crazy not to like you honey.”

“Thanks mom!”

“Just what every teenage boy wants, his mom telling him how great he is,” dad said shaking his head.

“What, my boy is great!  What girl wouldn’t want him? Just look at him.  He’s so handsome.  He has his daddy’s good looks,” she said, winking at my father.  He winked back.

“Okay, you guys, no gross stuff, please.”  They both grinned.

“Honey any girl that doesn’t want you is crazy.”

“Thanks mom!”

I went back to my room to finish cleaning up.  When I was finished, I crawled across the bed with my math textbook and notes from class, to study a little but before Monday’s test.  I was trying to distract myself because I still had an uneasy feeling in my stomach I couldn’t shake. I ended up dozing off and dreaming about Addie.

It was Monday after school and just like I had done previously, I was sitting on the bench waiting for her to walk by so I could catch a glimpse as she walked off to practice.  As soon as she saw me she smiled.

“Hey Nicky how are you?  I missed you this weekend.”

“Hi Addie, I missed you too.  How are you?”

“Better now,” she leaned in and kissed me.  What had I been worried about?  “When can I see you again Nicky?” She reached down and rubbed between my thighs. 

“Uh… wh… whenever you like,” I gulped.

“Good, that’s what I want to hear.”  She continued to rub as her friend Trish walked over.

“Hey Nicky,” Trish said.  “I heard all about you.  Can I see?” She said as she reached out for my top button on my jeans.

“Um… I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh come on Nicky, with something that special you should share.” 

Both Trish and Addie were on top of me and before I could blink they had my pants unzipped.  My pants and boxers fell to my ankles and they both had a look of disgust on their faces.  When I looked down there was nothing there.  I looked like a Ken doll.  I screamed and woke up! I took a second to realize that I was in my room surrounded by math notes.

I walked back into the kitchen, mom was cooking and humming and dad was reading the Sunday paper. I grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket on the table and went into the living room to watch TV.  My mind was all jumbled between that dream, Friday night and the gnawing in my stomach.   A re-run episode of “The Simpsons” had just started.  I sat down to watch Bart and the gang so I could veg out for a bit. Bart had just gotten Mr. Skinner fired when the phone rang.  I jumped.
Geez, what the hell is wrong with me,
I thought.  Petey was calling to check on the math sections we needed to study. 

“Dude, you are going to fail and I’m not coming back to hang out with you in high school next year.  Are you trying to stay back for Emily?”

“Shut up Nick.  I may not be the genius you are, but I’ll be fine.”

Petey and I joked around for until my mom called for dinner.

“Gotta go Pete, see you tomorrow.  Make sure you study.  I don’t need you failing.  We are supposed to be roommates next year.”