Incest/Taboo Wayward Youth: Lust in the Hood

Late 2003 found me hard up in North Highlands, a divey little burb on the fringes of Sacramento, CA. In many ways, I myself, was a lot like North Highlands at the time. Rough and misguided, with a ton of potential but had instead settled into a seemingly inescapable rut. Also prone to violence, scathing and unapologetic, and not just a little bit ghetto. Yes, North Highlands was all of those things, as was I.

My one redeeming quality is that I've always been the ambitious, hardworking sort, despite the fact that fortune seems to have it in for me. That said, many of the locals who wiled away their days skylarking about on the blocks between my apartment and the liquor store I frequented were surprised that I was able to find work so soon after moving to the area. Especially since I had managed to land what many of them considered a plumb job working the line at a local pizza joint known for having a great selection of ice cold suds and the King's game on a big screen TV for all to enjoy. You'll have to forgive me for not mentioning the name of the place but since every word of what I'm about to tell you is a true story, I want to keep things nice and legal. I might even modify the names a little so nobody thinks this story is about them. There, disclaimer made.

I had actually landed the job through a recent acquaintance named Adam who saw that like himself I was just another able young man down on my luck. He convinced the overbearing, shrewish owner of the place to give me a chance and I tried hard not to disappoint. The job paid fuck all, but I was glad for it and could certainly think of worse jobs which paid less. God knows, I'd held them before.

Once I began working at the pizza place Adam introduced me to another employee Tommy who happened to be one of his lifelong pals. Tommy and I seemed to hit it off from the jump and soon we were getting together after work to smoke blunts and pound cheap beer and slightly more expensive malt liquor on a regular basis.

We generally convened these sessions at Tommy's place. He was 19 or 20 to my 21 years and still lived at home with his family which consisted of his single father Ted, a paraplegic who had been bedridden since injuring himself in a diving accident many years before, and Ted's brother Dutch who cared for Ted seemingly from the comfort of a couch I can't recall seeing him away from in the many times I visited. I never did understand why they called him Dutch given the family's Portuguese heritage but figured it was just a nickname, perhaps one earned during his Airforce days of which he was intensely proud.

Also present were Tommy's older sister Donna, her husband Steve, and their infant daughter, and Tom's little bro Andy. Rounding out the roster was Tommy's younger sister Melanie, a precocious minx a few years Tommy's junior with all the most favorable features afforded by her Portuguese roots and the radiance of oncoming womanhood to boot. She seemed intent on making me blush (or getting me locked up, still not sure which really) by audaciously flirting with me to the point where Tommy had to dismiss her from our presence several times because "the vapors" were just too strong.

Add to this motley mix a ragtag assortment of North Highland's least notable who also seemed to be constantly hanging around the overpopulated four bedroom home and you'll have a good idea of the scene on a daily basis, indeed of many home life scenes of the North Highlands area.

One character you could count on being about most nights was Tommy's cousin DC.

LIke myself, DC was of Spanish descent and had the requisite machismo our people have long been both hailed and reviled for. He had a fiery personality and shifty eyes that gave you the impression that he was just waiting for some shit to jump off. I can't say whether DC was ever packing heat, although many in North Highlands did, but he carried himself in a way that made you wonder. We got along famously.

And like smoke follows fire, DC's conflagrant personality was usually closely trailed by his smoking hot girlfriend Kelly. This story is really about her.

Now I've read a ton of dirty stories but none my friend, however adept the author may be, have ever helped me to conjure up the image of a creature as drop dead gorgeous as Kelly was. Trust me when I tell you this girl was an angel. The light in her sapphire blue eyes even managed to illuminate the dismal room where Tommy, DC, myself, and the rest of our hoodrat friends congregated to swill cheap booze and post up.

Kelly had what I would describe as a heart shaped but still pixie like face, rosy and full of life with a cute button nose and wavy sandy blonde hair she usually kept in a messy bun. She had a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and her deeply red lips swelled toward the middle, invitingly so. Her body was lean and smartly proportioned. In another life she could have been a model or better. Instead, she'd had the misfortune to be born amongst the dregs and that's undoubtedly how she came to find herself associated with the likes of us.

Now I'll admit that at the time my world was generally a haze of Olde English and chronic smoke, set to a Cypress Hill soundtrack, but even now in moments of much greater clarity I must admit that Kelly is still one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met in person. Even now as a renowned photographer who commonly does lingerie shoots for men's magazines. She just had that unidentifiable "it" factor that propels some to stardom.

No, I don't really think that the written word can really do justice to a girl like Kelly. Not even if I tell you that she had firm B cup titties that she generally displayed in a spaghetti strap tank top and a round pert little ass she regularly highlighted with booty shorts. Even then you'd have to see her to believe, and once you did you would be a faithful convert.

Her most enduring quality however was that somehow she had come through all the economic adversity unsullied by the harsh realities of poverty. She had a purity about her which while certainly not virginal was clean and refreshing. Perhaps it was her open, friendly nature and a zeal for life the rest of us lacked which set her apart. The striking dissimilarity in character between her and DC could well have been the basis for tales such as Beauty and The Beast. But hey, good girls like bad boys. It's a fact.

Another fact: despite DC's menacing presence I was hooked on Kelly. If I'm honest with myself, probably the biggest reason I hung out at Tommy's was because I knew she'd be around. When you live in the "High" you learn to lower your expectations, but for me at least, spending time around Kelly was one bright spot I could bank on.

Now, Kelly was young (legal but just so) and relatively innocent, but her outgoing friendly nature could be and often was misread by the horndogs around the area as being flirtatious. Still, that didn't stop me from perceiving that I was somehow different though. When we would chat I would feel like all of her attention was on me, and at those times I felt special. I felt important. Big of an idiot as I was though, I was careful not to overstep my bounds because I wanted our friendship to continue if not grow. Also, I genuinely liked DC and he seemed to trust me with her up to a point. After many months of continued friendship with both of them he even reached a point where he was comfortable leaving us alone together in a room. I appreciated the vote of confidence and really didn't want to be a shit friend, but my youthful hormones could not allow me to look past the fact that Kelly was an absolute knockout. I was constantly horny for her.

On many nights I would get a hug from her as I bid everyone at Tommy's a good evening. On those occasions, I would hurry home, and whip off my shirt inhaling it deeply for any residual hint of her body spray that often times remained. This would result in me hastily removing all of my clothes so that I could pleasure myself, often while rubbing the garment along my toned and tanned young bod. To be honest I'm no real looker but I do keep fit, and a lean, well defined frame paired with a cock that would be just as famous for its length or girth is always a recipe for winning favor with the ladies. Even though I was broke as a joke, I still never had any trouble getting laid. That could be due to the fact that my taste for women at the time was about on par with my taste, in beer which was not very partial or sophisticated. Wet and available could very well have summed up my preference for either.

But again, Kelly was different. She created a need within me that sex with another just could not quench. On those nights when I went home with her scent on my clothes, I didn't want to be with anyone else, even if I could've been. I wanted to be left to my thoughts of Kelly.

I would slowly, tantrically edge myself along, stroking my nearly 8 inch cock to thoughts of Kelly and I frolicking in a massive bed with chocolate colored silk sheets or some other luxuriant fantasy such as playing in the surf on a deserted Caribbean beach. It may seem a stretch to imagine a young thug such as I was having such well fleshed out and sophisticated fantasies, but hey, I'd seen plenty of rap videos up to that point. Plus I was the one who became a writer and photographer. I guess the conceptualization aspect of being an artist had always been inherent.

In the fantasies, I had won her away from DC through my smooth maneuvering and managed to set us up with a life that while well provisioned was the sort of lifestyle best left to daydreaming young punks. As my mind conjured this idyllic existence, my hand would intermittently squeeze at my glans between quick smooth strokes of my shaft as the pleasure mounted. I wouldn't come down from cloud nine until I felt my hot seed searing into my chin and chest or felt it sail over my head to splatter my headboard.

Mornings would often find me hungover with my rock hard twenty-nothing physique coated in dry cum. As soon as the guilt and shame began to creep in, I would think of Kelly once again and be able to face another day whipping out pizza pies while doing my best to eat on the the tightwad owner's dime. By doing so I could save my small pay for another night's worth of drinks at Tommy's in order to once again be close to Kelly.

I'm a glutton for punishment so I imagine I could've gone on like this, with an unrequited lust for a friend's woman, for some time. All the while doing nothing to remedy my desires other than enjoying my private fantasies by my lonesome. Mostly because I wanted to remain friends with both her and DC, but also because there is an unspoken rule in the hood that you don't mess with a friend's girl. It was bad for business, especially when there were other fish in the sea. Or chickens in the yard to be more culturally succinct. One random event however changed the whole trajectory of our relationship and of my life thereafter.

It happened on a sunny Wednesday morning in midsummer. I had the day off, and normally would pass such a lovely morning at my favorite strip joint frittering away the cash I had skimmed from the register during the busy Friday night shift I'd just worked.

To give you an idea of how often I was down at the Burning Desire (another clever pseudonym you can easily see past if you were there at the time), I knew all of the girls who regularly worked that shift by their government names. We got along like chicken and beer since, as you can imagine, any gal whose life has culminated in a Wednesday morning shift at the strip club is pretty down to earth. Most were well past their prime if they'd had one at all but I found their imperfections endearing. I shared a camaraderie and much playful flirting and teasing with these ladies whom I viewed as my scantily clad female counterparts in this crazy struggle called life.

On this particular day however I had slept in. Upon waking around one, I realized that I had most likely missed out on my chance to shoot the shit with one of my favorite girls who worked there. Her name on stage and off was Giselle. She didn't give a fuck what people thought and could handle her own if anybody got too close for comfort. She was 37 years old and had three kids by as many deadbeat dads yet her body remained compact with just a slight jiggle of well-proportioned maturity. It occurred to me that the condition of her figure probably had less to do with exercise and proper nutrition than it did with favorable genetics, but regardless she wore the years well.

Most Wednesdays would find me at Burning Desire with Giselle in my lap, my hard on slowly rising to full mast as it sat nestled in her ass crack. Often times we'd go Dutch on a pitcher of MGD and pass the time between her turns on stage lamenting our depressing lives to one another. She was the closest thing I had to a steady girlfriend at the time.

Seeing as how I'd missed her, I pulled on a pair of oversized Nike basketball shorts I would normally wear to augment our closeness but instead of fishing for my stash of one dollar bills, I opted for what was left of an eighth of primo dank I was holding and headed over to Tommy's to get the party started early.

I didn't have a car at the time which was probably for the best since the way I tended to drink things couldn't have ended well. This meant I would be walking the several blocks to Tom's place which was fine with me because it allowed me the time to roll up a joint and smoke almost half of it before I got to his house.

I arrived in a mellow mood and was greeted by Melanie who as usual was all smiles to see me. She ushered me inside quickly and led me past her Father and Uncle who were passed out in front of some spaghetti western on TBS.

For some reason she was holding my hand and almost dragging me down the hallway behind her back to Tom's room. She held her finger to her lips in the universal gesture for "shush" and as we approached the room I heard Tommy's boombox thumping out the song "Whistle While You Twerk" by the Ying Yang Twins. Melanie's green eyes glowed with mischief and I wondered exactly what was up her sleeve until I came in front of the doorway and beheld a sight which caused my jaw to come unhinged.

Kelly was in the center of the room with her back turned to us doing her white girl best to be one of the first in our neck of the woods to master the now ubiquitous dance move. I watched in utter delight as her hips gyrated in and out and nearly lost my shit when she got low and began to really grind it out. Her buttcheeks were fluttering rhythmically and the surprise and delight had piqued the curiosity of my favorite muscle which seemed intent on poking out of my shorts for a better view.

I looked away unable to believe the view presented to me. The incredulity must have been written on my face, but for Melanie's part she never saw it. Instead, her eyes were glued to the raging boner which was painfully obvious since my loose shorts provided no restraint whatsoever. A contented smirk played on her lips. She must have known that, like most guys, I also lusted after Kelly and had set me up so she could gawk at my junk. Well played young lady.

Before I could figure out a way to break off and relieve myself in the family's bathroom the song ended and Kelly had wheeled around in our direction. She giggled and blushed several shades of crimson knowing that I had caught her behaving in such a provocative fashion.

"Nice moves" I said with a small grin growing on my face.

"Oh shut up..." she replied with a tone and smile that said she had received and appreciated what I had indeed meant as an earnest compliment.

Then turning to Melanie she teased "What the hell Mel? Bringing dudes in here when I'm buttnaked working on my moves."

Melanie retorted with "First of all you're not buttnaked, you're wearing a super cute PJ set, that happens to be MINE by the way, and second it ain't "some dude" it's G (a moniker most people in the area called me by), he's like family."

"Oh yeah...like family huh? That's why you flirt with him constantly right? Cuz that's what you do with family?" Kelly chided her.

"Besides," Kelly continued "I don't want my "family" watching me twerk my ass. Okay?"

"But...since you're here G you can help me practice." she said before giving me a dazzling white smile that caught me as off guard as her suggestion did.

"Uh...help you practice...?" I managed in lieu of a more intelligent response.

"Yeah," she said "DC wants me to learn how to twerk for him but I don't know if I'm doing it right. I just want a guy's opinion."

I was about to tell her that she looked like she was on the right track, but all of a sudden my mind had caught up to what was unfolding and stopped me from saying something that might have seen me excluded from further input and participation in her proper instruction on the fine art of twerking one's ass or pussy-poppin as it was also known at the time. If you have now or have ever had a working penis you certainly realize what a grave mistake that might have been.

That said, I wish I would've told her so. To this day if I could go back and do things differently I would've since I'm certain it was this single incident which lead me down the slippery slope I was soon to cast myself down.

While I paused to consider my good fortune in being the one selected to rate Kelly's fantastic ass bouncing performance one of the girls had restarted the song and they were now about six feet in front of me as I sat on Tommy's couch watching them both undulate to the rhythms of the catchy hip hop tune.

Try as she might though Kelly was having a hard time upstaging Melanie who seemed to be a real natural. Even in her silky pajama pants Melanie's twin moons could be seen quaking, affecting the dance in a way that has only recently been bested by the likes of Miley Cyrus. As much as I tried to dodge her inappropriate flirtations, I had to admit that Melanie was certainly a hot little number who would be breaking hearts in a few years if she wasn't already. I really did consider Mel like a little sister though and soon began to feel guilty about checking her out. I switched my focus back to Kelly.

Kelly gave her all through another replay of the same song before sighing in exasperation as the song finally played itself out once again.

"This isn't working" Kelly moaned in a whiny tone that indicated she was peeved with her marginal abilities. "G come stand here and pretend you're DC." she instructed me.

I did as I was told, wondering why I had to pretend to be DC and couldn't just cameo as myself, but figured it didn't warrant debate. I did request a new song though as the other one had been considered "played out" for at least a year or more at that point and we'd already listened to it three times since I'd arrived. Melanie selected a new CD and put it into the boombox before taking her place alongside Kelly facing away from me. I moved in behind Kelly as she'd asked so I could monitor their progress at an unbelievably close range.

As an up-tempo but bluesy R&B song I couldn't place began to play Kelly stopped dead in her tracks and said "Not fair....I can't do it to this. It's too slow." God she even whined in an adorable way.

"Watch me" said Melanie rolling her eyes at Kelly "G, come here." she asked as I moved away from Kelly and moved behind Melanie unsure of what exactly they wanted me to do.

As soon as I scooted over behind Melanie she pasted her body to mine and was enthusiastically twerking into my crotch. I never had been one for nightclubs, but the way she was getting down to business made me wonder what I had been missing. Certainly any club going female must have at least a few years practice over the budding teen, yet this young lady twerked with a purpose. She alternated between standing with her back to me, leaning against my chest and dropping into the twerk's signature squat to do a mean number on my poor but totally complicit member.

The entire time I was fighting a losing battle in my mind to will my cock back to sleep as her ministrations continued. As my cock inflated it began to become clenched between her asscheeks on each down thrust. The sensations passing between our thin layers of clothing told me she was not wearing panties, and this only served to make me more erect. Within a matter of seconds my johnson was raised up higher and prouder than a revolutionary's right fist. I gave up trying to differentiate right from wrong and settled into the blissful feeling of grinding my hard dick into the homie's little sister's butt.

The entire time this was happening, Kelly was standing there in front of us smiling sweetly. I made and held eye contact with her for a time trying to gauge what she was thinking. Could she tell from the look of joy on our faces that we were less dancing and more dry humping each other or were we playing it cool and she was just trying to get the technique down? I never got to find out.

The song had just entered its third verse when Kelly piped up "Okay...I think I got this. Maybe I just needed to watch you do it on a guy." With that she moved Melanie gently aside and assumed her place in front of me. I couldn't believe this was happening. Kelly was about to twerk on me. All of a sudden it was like a fog had lifted and my life took on new meaning. I had an epiphany, if you will, one so profound that I can barely recall its true meaning, only that there was one and for a fleeting moment I had grasped it.

All was right with the world until she dropped her hips and really backed her ass into me. That was when she felt my rock hard tool in her sexy crevasse. I was looking ahead into the mirror on the closet door and saw her gasp when it happened and then begin to blush as she realized what she had come in contact with. To her credit, she never stopped dancing though.

Melanie for her part was grinning like a Cheshire Cat because she already knew what was up. Pun fully intended.

She was biting at the pointer finger of one hand and the other was laying against her chest idly stroking the edge of her breast. It seemed she enjoyed watching us, and I have to say that I wasn't surprised to find out that she had voyeuristic tendencies.

I placed my hands on Kelly's hips and pulled her closer into me. She exhaled deeply, closed her eyes and straightened up against my chest as Melanie had done minutes earlier. Her motions slowed to a gentle grind and I placed my head against hers with my lips touching the back of her neck.

I pursed my lips and was about to apply a gentle kiss there when the three of us were shaken from our horny reverie by the sound of a big block engine pulling up in the driveway which could only mean that DC had just arrived in is Hemi powered Dodge Charger.

Kelly and I leaped apart seeming to land in separate corners of the room and Melanie scampered away to her own bedroom. By the time DC made his way inside the house and back to where we were, Kelly and I were playing it off like old grifters. She slowly flipping through a book of Tommy's CDs and I pretending to take interest in an outdated copy of Maxim I found under the corner of the bed I was sitting on.

When he walked into the room Kelly was all smiles and bounced into his arms lovingly. I gave a lazy headnod and returned to perusing the magazine. He was never the wiser.

Something had definitely changed between Kelly and I though. I saw it in her eyes as she cast me a shy backward glance when they exited the room. I waited until I heard DC's car pull away and then tipped on out the door without anyone noticing. My head was swimming and I needed some private time to collect my thoughts.

The walk home seemed much longer than the walk over. My weed had worn off, and I was eager to relieve some built up pressure. I needed to in order to free up some blood for my big brain to process what had just taken place.

I arrived home and was stripping off my clothes as I entered. I landed heavily on my bed and sat with my head in my hands for a minute staring at my drooling cock, contemplating my next move.

"Wow...what a day" I said aloud before grabbing my steel rod and getting down to brass tacks. My overactive imagination helped me to conjure up a sordid sex scene involving Mel and Kelly in a heated nude twerk-off contest. Then for a minute Miley Cyrus got in the mix, but I quickly shoved her aside as I recalled the much more vivid tactile stimuli of the girls rubbing their amazing asses all up on my swollen fuckstick.

The twerking portion of the competition soon gave way to a heated battle of the wills between them to see who could make me cum first. Kelly sank to her knees in front of me and began ramming my cock down her throat, gagging as it collided with her uvula. My mind swirled at the imagined sensations she was providing.

Next it was Melanie's turn. She also dropped to her knees but behind me. She grabbed my cock and began to expertly ply the head with a squeezing motion that was driving me fuckin bananas. Then, without warning, she buried her face in my ass and began to tongue my asshole. Call me a freak, but there is something about a chick lickin' your ass that absolutely nothing compares to, and this eager nubile seemed to have it down pat!

As my orgasm built and my stroke rate increased, my mind marshaled my fantasy lovers into a perfect position for the ribbon ceremony at the end of these wild bedroom X-Games we found ourselves involved in. My mind exploded in pleasure and the fantasy slowly faded to black as my spewing jizz rained down on the grateful ladies. I laid there exhausted for a long time and thought about how things would go from here on out. I knew a line had been crossed, but I decided that i was willing to roll the dice and see where it led me. I needed to talk to Kelly and find out if she felt the same way.

I never did though. At least not in any sort of timely fashion. Each time we were together over the next few weeks, there seemed to be a bit of sexual tension and too many people hanging around to properly discuss what we both obviously wanted to. Instead we were relegated to flirtatious albeit cautious staring matches from across the room. She caught me checking her out a couple of times and I'd seen her regarding me when she thought I wasn't looking. All of the body language which in a crowded bar room signifies "Come buy me a drink, then let's go fuck," was passing between us as if we were somehow linked telepathically.

We finally got our chance one day when the two of us were taking walk to the store with Tommy and DC to get some blunt wraps.

As we strolled down the street, an 80's model Cadillac pulled up behind us and honked. It looked like the car Max Julien drove in "The Mack" except it was jet black where Goldy's car was off white. We men had all whipped our heads around in order to be able to quickly ID the occupants and respond if necessary. I relaxed when I saw DC give a head nod to the occupants before he began to approach the driver's side. I didn't recognize any of the three individuals in the car so I stayed put, but Tommy had walked over to the passenger side window and was greeting someone who appeared to be at least a casual acquaintance. Kelly and I contented ourselves with enjoying the beautiful day and exchanging brief smiles as we waited.

Just then DC piped up "Hey G, why don't y'all go ahead to the store man? We bout to ride with these fools and swoop up some more doja (pronounced doe-sha; a NorCal term for the cannabis flower) for later. We'll meet y'all back at the house just get them wraps, Player."

Kelly and I looked at each other and then back at them. She shrugged, I shrugged and that was it. Tommy and DC hoped into the Pimpmobile and it skirted off leaving us there on the sidewalk staring after it.

Once they had bent the corner I dropped my head and exhaled sharply. Time to face the music I guess. I figured if there were any misgivings we could easily laugh it off as a one time thing and go on like nothing ever happened. I looked at Kelly and she was looking at me.

"So...what are you thinking about?" she asked, obviously hoping I would be the one to broach the subject we both clearly wanted to discuss.

"Well......" I stalled, gathering my words "I'm thinkin about that twerk-off you and Melanie had the other day." Instantly my mind recalled not only the actual events but also the XXX, banned-in-conservative-countries round of self-indulgence I had allowed myself afterwards.

Kelly smiled at me coyly and then asked "So who won then? You never did say."

I smiled knowingly at her attempt to fish for a compliment. I figured that since Melanie wasn't here there was no sense hurting Kelly's feelings with honesty that wouldn't count towards anything.

"Well you did...duh!!" I teased.

"Nuh uh.." she countered skeptically. "C'mon, I know Mel is young, but she's a little hottie...AND she does have a mean twerk. Even I won't deny her that."

"True..." I responded playing it cool and not offering anything else at the moment. I knew Kelly would eventually take the bait and bite she did.

"We're still cool right? I mean there's no reason to be weird about it, is there?" She asked with an expression that came across as a concerned plea. "I mean we were just dancing after all." I felt no reason to bring up the sexually charged slamming together of our genitals. It sort of went without saying.

"Naw girl, we're straight" I said. "Don't trip"

"OH GOOD..." Kelly exhaled deeply and broke into a huge smile "I mean, like, I know we've been kinda...flirting...the last few weeks, but I still wasn't sure how you felt. I was hoping you weren't mad at me, or thought I was a slut or a pricktease or something."

"What? Naw..." I reassured her. "Shit, I was there too, and straight up...I liked that shit. I won't lie. You're hella fine dude." Shit, that last sentence was supposed to be more implied than expressed.

"You really think so" she asked in a dazzled voice doing a small pirouette for my amusement.

I stopped and cocked my head giving her a look that implied one of life's few dumb questions had just been asked.

"Yes, Kelly, you're fine as fuck and you know it." I said giving her a conspiratorial smile and belted out a small laugh as I shook my head incredulously. We stood there staring not sure where to take the conversation so in order to avoid things getting awkward I patted her on the rump and said "C'mon let's go...wit yo fine ass."

"Hey..." she giggled slapping at my ass in return "I've got a boyfriend you know."

"Yeah, I know..." I replied cockily as I grabbed her up in a one arm embrace and gently shook her by the shoulder as we both laughed nervously. As arm slid down her midsection and away from her body our hands touched and she snapped up my palm before interlocking her fingers with mine. We walked the rest of the way to the store holding hands completely unconcerned about the implications this decidedly friendly gesture would have in the eyes of beholders who may circulate gossip.

We arrived back at the house with the blunt wraps and a couple of adult beverages to liven things up. The Bay Area rap group RBL Posse, on their hit song "Don't Give Me No Bammer Weed" insist that as meat belongs to a meal so to do marijuana and malt liquor, advice I held as gospel. I had picked up my trademark 40oz of OE and Kelly had opted for a drink with more feminine appeal such as Smirnoff Ice although I can't really recall.

We had both cracked our bottles and taken a few slugs in silence when she said in a quiet voice "I liked it to you know."

"What...twerkin on me?" I asked.

Yeah..." she smiled nervously adding "I've always liked you G. You know that."

"I never knew you liked me ..like that..." I said not truly believing my ears

"Well...I do" she said reiterating her point.

"So....." I paused unsure of what I was asking but definitely wanting to know more about how she felt. "If you weren't with DC you'd want to hook up then?"

"Oh hell yeah!" She responded without a moment's hesitation "You're pretty fine yourself. Do you have any idea how many girls wanna get with you?"

"Naw...how many?" I asked breaking into a shiteating grin.

Kelly laughed audibly, to the point of even snorting a bit, and threw a nearby pillow at me. We took a few more slugs from our bottles before I asked "So, you think Melanie liked it too."

"What do you think?" Kelly replied "She's all up on you every chance she gets. Of course she liked it."

"Did she tell you that? " I inquired.

"You're terrible..." Kelly said laughing and shaking her head at me "but yes, she did tell me she liked it."

I considered this for a moment and casually added "She didn't have no panties on. I could feel it."

Kelly snorted with laughter and rolled her eyes before concurring with my statement by saying "I doubt that girl even OWNS panties...."

I wasn't bold enough to ask if she could confirm that as fact.

Not long after Tommy and DC returned with a tremendous amount of grass and the night took a turn for the status quo.

Over the subsequent weeks Kelly and I would find small ways to flirt with each other to indicate our ongoing interest. It was mostly innocent things such as finding reasons to touch or be near one another. One night I got bold and rubbed her ass, and she let me. I started to do it more regularly, like anytime I knew I wouldn't get caught.

Kelly, it seemed, couldn't bring herself to be as forward as I was, but that still didn't prevent her from "accidentally" touching my ass or cock through my clothing on several occasions.

One time while I was over watching Braveheart with Ted and Dutch I got up to use the bathroom and happened to walk in on Kelly sitting on the toilet. I froze like a deer in headlights but she waved me in. I looked over my shoulder before closing the door and then locking it.

"You can keep me company while I pee." She said smiling radiantly up at me from her porcelain perch. I was busy enjoying her naked lower curves. The swell of her hips as she sat there on the commode was. I could faintly hear the trickle of her urine into the bowl and for some reason it turned me on. I'd always been repulsed by stuff like that even though I knew some people liked golden showers and whatnot, but for some reason Kelly peeing was indeed a bit of a turn on. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that her naked ass and well-groomed muff were on display to me?

Kelly asked if I could grab her another roll of TP from under the sink. I did so and as I brought it to her looked down between her legs drinking in the site of her light pink pussy lips, what I could see of them anyways. I blushed, she smiled.

After dabbing her pussy dry she stood and pulled up her thong turning her ass to me so i could see what she had been sitting on. I knew from previous experience that it was most definitely a fantastic ass, but my fantasies couldn't prepare me to behold it in person. As an avowed assman, I felt content to ball up my bucketlist and throw it away right then. My life was complete. Father, take me now.

Before I realized what I was doing, my hand had made contact and was cupping her left buttcheek. We stood that way for a second or so before I squeezed and released it. She pulled up her pants and moved to wash her hands. Then she kissed my cheek on her way out. I stayed in there several minutes more reeling from what had just happened. I missed my favorite part of Braveheart when King Edward throws his son's lover out the window. Oh well, it was worth it.

Aside from the usual touching and flirting nothing else happened between Kelly and I until that fateful night when everything changed between us forever.​