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“Eat it,” Kid said. “That what you usually do?”
“Yeah.” De
Kid put his arm, moist with effort, across De
“Nope.”
“Go…go on and do what you want.”
Yeah, Kid thought, that’s anger. He laughed.
“When I was little,” De
Kid shook his head. “No.”
“Then how’d you know?”
Kid shrugged. “You just looked like you were somebody who might.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I don’t know.” Kid squeezed the tight muscle under the tissuey skin of De
De
Kid was surprised. “Yeah.”
“You wa
“Why don’t you just open your mouth? Or turn over, huh?”
“Just a second. Lemme up—”
“Hey, look, all you gotta—” But De
“I’ll be right back,” De
People came into the room.
She said, “Where?”
De
The platform shook as someone started up the ladder. Kid looked. Her curly hair, confused with sleep, her astounded eyes, her smiling mouth cleared the edge. She said, “I’m…” then giggled, and then, “Hello.”
“Go on up,” De
She looked back down. “I am.” She came over the edge and crawled forward, breasts swinging out against her arms, in against one another.
She had once brought him whiskey in the bathtub when he had been fouled with blood. “Hey!” Kid said, “how’re you?” She smiled again and pulled herself to sit cross-legged, with lots of dark hair in the triangle of heel, heel, and groin.
De
I am being used, Kid thought. For what, I am not sure.
“So what are we supposed to do now?” Kid asked.
“He likes to get his dick sucked,” De
The girl reached out, with the tip of her tongue in her teeth.
“Hey!” Kid said to De
De
De
“Hey…” Kid said again and moved a book (De
She just said, “A
Kid turned his face against hers and momentarily saw himself surrounded by soft, by wet, by warm. He thrashed out in it, and came: a single, intense spasm that left her rolling under him and sucking at his mouth, the hard place between the mashed breasts pressing against his. Not felt since sometime far back in adolescence, he wanted violently to be free of physical contact. He rolled from her, feeling silly, while she caught her breath and the cold slapped his sweaty thighs and stomach—as he knew it had slapped hers. That wasn’t it either. On his back he worked himself against her again; she made no protest, but turned to push her face against him. “Hey…” He raised one arm to slide it beneath her head. “Hey, come here.” With the other, he motioned to De
De
“Um,” she said, surprised, and blinked at him.
He tugged at De
“Huh?” He felt De
Kid licked her nose. She squinted. “I want to watch you eat my cum out of her pussy,” which was patently untrue. That’s what I’m being used for! He wanted to watch her face: Her eyes were half-closed, glistening slivers between the lashes. Her upper lip brushed and brushed the lower. De
De
Kid clamped his hand on De
De
Kid closed his fingers in the yellow hair, pushed the bobbing head and rocked it, less roughly than he thought he should.
She said, “Oh…” once and moved her leg. He looked at her: she kept the surprised expression. Inches away from her face, he questioned her with his eyes (she wouldn’t answer), kissed her gently, harder, till at last she closed her eyes—tight—and began to gasp. He felt her hand touch and avoid his in De