Falling Down

CHAPTER FIVE

“I’m afraid you can’t top Kenny Wayne Shepard and an orgasm under the flight pattern of an F-16.”

She loved making Zach laugh-it was deep and genuine and made her feel as warm and wiggly as a happy puppy every time she heard it. He’d called every night this week, and she couldn’t seem to get enough of him, or vice versa.

“At least give me a shot at it.”

“Maybe.” Lindsey twisted coils around her finger. Hers was an old-style phone, the kind with a twisty white cord. She wasn’t supposed to have a phone in her room at all, and had to keep coming up with new places to hide it. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m not doing anything tonight…”

She smiled, remembering her parents’ reaction when Zach dropped her off last Saturday night. “Okay.”

“You’re so easy.”

She snorted. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I do.”

The pause that followed hung there, and she pulled the cord tight, making the tip of her finger turn so red it was almost purple. Downstairs, she heard the side door, and knew her parents were home from shopping.

“I’ve gotta go.”

“Tonight at seven?”

“See you then.” She didn’t even bother hanging up the phone-she just unplugged it from the wall and wrapped the cord around it, looking around her room for a place to hide it.

“Lindsey!” Her stepfather called from the bottom of the stairs. “Come help us carry in groceries!”

“Coming!” She shoved the phone between her mattress and the wall, putting her pillow there and pulling the covers up. He was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs and frowned as she padded down in bare feet.

“You should put some clothes on.”

“These are clothes.” She rolled her eyes, looking down at the red bikini she put on before Zach called. Her plan was to walk down to the community pool, because it was hotter than an oven in the house, especially upstairs in her room, even with all the windows open. The air conditioning had been on the fritz for three days.

“Lindsey, I got you some Twizzlers.” Her mother came in the side door, carrying two plastic grocery bags. “They were on sale.”

“Cool!” She slipped by her stepfather and took the bags from her mother, going to put them on the kitchen table to sift through them. “I’m going to walk down to the pool.”

“Good day for it.” Her mother wiped stray hair out of her eyes and reached into one of the bags, pulling out a package of red licorice. “Why don’t you just go? Your father and I can handle this.”

“He’s not my—”

“Lindsey.” Her mother sighed, holding the package of red candy out like a peace offering. “Please. Just go.”

She looked between the two of them, her stepfather now looming in the doorway.

Then she shrugged. “Okay, whatever.” She got a beach towel out of the linen closet and slipped on her green clogs, heading out the door. Her stepfather dug bags out of the trunk of the car and she didn’t wave as she walked past.

It was a short two blocks and around a corner to their community pool, a big outdoor affair with a diving board at the deep end and a hundred kids playing in the shallow water. You were supposed to shower before going in, but no one ever did.

Lindsey went through the women’s dressing room, the tile floor perpetually damp, the smell of chlorine strong already. There was a small steam room near the bathroom stalls that she never saw anyone use, but she peered in as she passed just out of habit.

She’d meant to bring a book, but had left the house so quickly she forgot. She signed her name and address on the clipboard on the table and looked around for a sunny spot. Forgoing the wooden lawn chairs stacked in a corner, she spread her towel out near the fence, away from most of the moms and kids, and stretched out on her belly, opening her Twizzler’s package.

Already, beads of sweat ran in little rivers down her sides and between her pale breasts. She glanced down at them and smiled. I can definitely use the color. That made her think of Zach-not that she wasn’t already thinking about him, always thinking about him lately, in the back of her mind. Just remembering the concert, and the night they spent afterwards, when she spread herself out on the hood of his car under the stars and watched the planes take off, made her whole body feel even warmer.

She had to admit she liked Zach, and part of her really didn’t want to. All sorts of bells and whistles went off in her head about him. He was dangerously safe, someone she was entirely too likely to get close to, and she didn’t need that. She liked her relationships-if you wanted to call them that-loose, fast, and with no attachments.

Hookups, that’s what they were. She hadn’t ever really “dated” anyone before like she suddenly found herself with Zach. She didn’t know if she liked it.

Rolling over onto her back, she sucked on the end of her red licorice, closing her eyes against the brightness of the sun. No matter what she did, she could still feel Zach’s hands pressing her thighs open and the delicious attention of his tongue. She also remembered the way he held her, and told her he wouldn’t let anything hurt her.

That made her feel warm in a different place.

“Hey there, sexy girl.”

Lindsey shaded her eyes, blinking up at the figure dripping over her. The cool droplets of water felt good on her skin, but she didn’t recognize him at first. When he sat beside her on the cement, he shook his head like a dog and sprayed water over her belly and legs.

“Hey!” She half sat, meeting his eyes, and then she remembered-Ralph, the dark-haired senior from Xavier from the tree fort that day. She recalled the way they had taken her, forced her, made her do things, and her body burned with the memory.

“It’s hotter than fuck out here.” His eyes moved over her body, down over the tiny triangles of her bikini top, over her smooth, taut belly, to the red material that disappeared between her legs. He lowered his voice along with his eyes. “Well… maybe not hotter than fucking you. ”

Lindsey grinned. “Aww, you know all the right things to say to a girl, don’tcha?”

“I try.”

She eyed him, licking the end of her Twizzler, back and forth with her tongue.

“Been here long?”

“I dunno.” He shrugged, hugging his knees and looking over at her. “Hour or so I guess.” His eyes kept falling to the slope of her thighs and the bright red shock of cloth between them. Lindsey shifted on the towel, spreading her legs slightly.

“Water warm?”

“Colder than a whore’s heart.” He gave her a wink and then grinned. “Wanna go in?”

“Not if it’s that cold!” Lindsey put a knee up and let it fall to the side, drawing his eyes again. “Maybe I’ll lie in the sun for awhile and then just go home.”

“Aw, don’t go.” He turned toward her, sitting cross-legged, his knees touching her thigh. “You’re the first interesting thing that’s happened here today.”

“What’s so interesting about me?” She took a bite of her licorice, chewing thoughtfully.

“I can think of one thing right off the top of my head.” She raised her eyebrows. “Just one?”

“Okay.” He grinned back, his eyes dark as they moved over her body. “A few.” She moved the red end of the licorice back and forth over her lower lip, watching his eyes follow it like a dog watching each bite of his master’s dinner. Experimenting, she trailed the wet end of the licorice over her bikini top, tracing circles down her belly and around her navel. His gaze followed it.

“Do I make your cock hard?” She bit her lip, slapping the licorice strand lower across her belly.

His eyes moved between her legs. “As a fucking rock.”

“Good.” She rolled to her belly, pushing herself up into an arch and stretching before gathering her towel and moving to stand. “Wanna meet me in the little girl’s room?”

“Yeah.” He licked his lips, and the lust in his eyes made her pussy ache. She remembered his cock-how big and hard-the way he grabbed her when he fucked her. His eyes followed her as she walked away. She could feel them, and put a little extra swing into her slim hips.

When she stopped at the edge of the pool, she glanced over her shoulder and winked, dropping her towel and licorice and diving into the deep end. The water was an incredibly cold shock to her system, making her shudder as she came back up, reaching for the ladder. Water fell off her in sheets as she pulled herself up, adjusting her bikini straps when she reached the top of the ladder.

“You were right.” She reached for her towel, giving him a small half-smile.

“Colder than a whore’s heart.” He grinned, his eyes bright as he watched her dripping body stretching in the sun. She leaned in toward him, rubbing her hair with the towel, and whispered, “But her tight little cunt’s still nice and hot.”

“Don’t I know it.” He adjusted himself in his swim trunks.

“Don’t be long.” Lindsey grabbed her licorice and slung the towel over her shoulder, padding toward the ramp that led down to the bathrooms. Her body tingled in anticipation, and she sat on one of the benches in the women’s room, waiting. The door was propped open and she sat in line of sight of it. She sighed when a woman and her two kids came down the ramp, turning into the women’s room.

“But I don’t want to go home!” The little girl pulled on her mother’s arm, whining.

The boy was pouting, too, but not being vocal.

“We’ll stop and get McDonalds.” The mother gave Lindsey a weary smile. Way to bribe them, Mom! It worked, though, and the kids perked up. The mother’s eyes lingered over Lindsey’s bikini, and she wondered if the woman even knew she was doing it. Lindsey saw Ralph glance in and gave him a little shake of her head. She was afraid the kids were going to say they had to go to the bathroom or something, but the mom pulled them along, giving her another tired smile, before going out the exit.

When Ralph passed by again, she crooked her finger at him and he slipped in, glancing around surreptitiously. “Are we alone?”

“For now.” Lindsey stood, leaving her towel and candy on the bench. “Come on.” He followed her around the corner, into the cubicle past the women’s bathroom stalls. She pulled open the door to the steam room and gasped at the heat.

“In there?”

She shrugged, slipping through the door and motioning for him to follow. “No one ever uses it.”

“Fuck!” He gasped, too, waving uselessly at the steam rising around them. “It’s hot in here.”

“I think that’s the idea.” Lindsey reached behind her neck, untying the red strings of her bikini top and letting them fall. “But I think it might get hotter.”

He watched as she reached behind her to unhook her suit in back, letting it drop.

He eyed her breasts as she tweaked her nipples, making them stand up. “I’ll say.” Her whole body felt wet and sticky with steam. She tugged at her bikini bottoms, but they stuck at her hips and began to roll down. Ralph’s hand moved under his own suit as he watched her struggle with the material. Finally she got them down, kicking them aside and putting one foot up on one of the slatted wooden benches.

“God, you’ve got a nice pussy.” Ralph watched as she slid her fingers down to show him her pink, and he moved closer to get a better view in the rising steam.

“You like it?” She slipped up onto the bench, putting her other foot up and spreading her legs wide. Her fingers moved up and down her slit, teasing her aching clit. His hand moved faster under his trunks and she wanted to see his cock. “Do you want it?”

“You have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I do.” She slid a finger inside, then two, fucking herself slowly. “Show me that hard cock.” He didn’t hesitate, sliding his swim trucks off and letting his dick spring free. It rose high out of a dark thatch of hair, throbbing in his hand. It made her mouth water just looking at it.

“Will you suck it?” He moved close enough so she could see the veins pulsing along the underside as he stroked it.

Her narrowed eyes moved up to meet his and she frowned. “Don’t ask me.” He looked confused for a moment, cocking his head at her, and then a light came into his eyes. A slow smile spread over his face and she gasped when his hand gripped her hair, pulling her head back.

“Suck my fucking cock.” He shoved it between her lips and she moaned, her fingers moving faster in her pussy as he began to fuck her mouth. His fist tightened in her hair when she struggled against him, trying desperately to catch her breath in the steam heat. It was like trying to breathe through a wet washcloth, and his cock throbbed as he slid it deep into the back of her throat. “God, you’re a hungry little cock whore, aren’t you?”

Lindsey’s pussy ached for something more but she swallowed around his cock, using her tongue to lick the head before he shoved it back into her throat again. He used her mouth just like a cunt, groaning loudly as he fucked her face, harder and deeper, his breath coming faster. She whimpered around his shaft, her sopping fingers buried deep inside her pussy, her thumb strumming at her clit.

When he pulled her off his cock, there was an audible sound of the suction breaking, a fat “pop,” and she looked up at him with bleary eyes, her mouth swollen and red. He slapped at her cheeks with it, teasing her tongue, and she licked at it and tried to suck it back in, but he wouldn’t let her. His fist in her hair pulled her mouth back, making her gasp out loud.

“I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy.”

She slid her fingers out, lifting them to her mouth and sucking them. “Oh Brer Bear, don’t throw me in the briar patch!” His grip tightened as he pulled her to standing, mashing his mouth against hers, sucking at her tongue. She grabbed his cock, pumping it in her fist, rubbing it over the wet heat of her belly and edging it down between her swollen lips. It was the wrong angle, but she rubbed it there anyway, teasing her clit with his cock as they kissed and panted together in the heat.

“Turn around.” He shoved her about, grabbing her slim hips and pulling them into his. His cock rose like an iron bar between her thighs and she squeezed them around his shaft, feeling it throb. The vapor, which had begun to dissipate slightly, began to rise around them again as the steam kicked back on. The heat was incredible and Lindsey thought she would pass out as his fingers probed between her lips in search of her hole.

She moaned when he found it, arching back. He kept his fingers there as a guide, using his other hand to ease the head of his cock along her slick slit, positioning himself. Her hands gripped the wooden slats, and she bit her lip, her whole body trembling in anticipation of that first deep, hard thrust.

She wasn’t disappointed. Ralph gave a low grunt, gripping her hips and shoving in so hard she had to put her hands up to the wall to keep from falling forward. His cock was deliciously big, spreading her wide as he began to fuck her. Lindsey caught his rhythm, closing her eyes and leaning into the wall, resting her cheek there. The tiled surface was cooler than the air around them, and she moaned against it, meeting his thrusts with her own.

“Harder!” she gasped, going up on her tiptoes, looking for a deeper angle. He groaned, reaching forward to grasp one of her breasts, squeezing her nipple and then twisting it hard. That made her squeal, the sensation sending a hot fire of pain that turned to pleasure in an instant spreading down toward her pussy.

“Goddamnit, I said harder!” Lindsey reached between her legs, finding his balls and rubbing them against her clit. He gasped, grabbing her hair and shoving her sideways onto the bench, using all of his weight to press her down. She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t want to as he laid her out, driving his cock into her from behind.

He was fully on her now and using all of his strength to fuck her wide open.

“Oh fuck!” He groaned, slowing a little, and she knew he was close. Her whole pussy felt swollen and slick with the fuck, and she reached behind her to feel him as he knelt up between her thighs, digging for a deeper angle. His hands grabbed her hips and he found it, shoving into her hard.

“Come on!” Lindsey taunted, reaching back and spreading her ass with both hands as he fucked her, lifting her hips. “If you really want that cunt, then use it!” He grabbed her wrists, both of them, pulling her back as he pressed forward into her, his cock twitching fast. He was really close.

“Come all over my slutty little cunt!” She moaned the words, rocking her hips, squeezing her pussy hard around his shaft. “Do it! Now!” He did as she asked, pulling out of her with a low groan and flooding her pussy with his cum. She felt a thick spurt of it land across her thigh like a brand, and the next fat shot swelled over her lips, easing down her slit in a hot gush. She felt him shuddering behind her as he pumped his cock in his fist, rubbing the head of it over her flesh as he came.

Lindsey wiggled away, rolling over onto her back and threw an arm over her eyes. Her panting breath began to slow just a little, but she still felt like she was going to pass out, between the level of her arousal and the incredible heat of the steam room.

She heard the door open and didn’t look up. He was going, and that was just fine.

Her fingers moved between her legs, finding the sticky wet heat of his cum, and rubbing it in. Alone now, her memory returned to the moment, the grab and push and pull of it, the resistance and the taking. Her pussy burned, and her sticky fingers moved faster over her clit, her lungs pulling in thick steam in huge, gasping gulps.

“Oh god!” she whispered, circling her clit. “Please, oh god.” And she found that it wasn’t Ralph fucking her, using her, that pushed her over. It was the image of Zach, his face buried between her legs, and the deafening sound of the planes above their heads.

It was Zach’s hands, his tongue, his eyes, and she was coming in his mouth, her hips bucking up to meet him as he held her in his grip.

She heard herself call his name and opened her eyes in surprise in the white mist, her body still shivering from her climax. She was, indeed, alone. Glancing down at her discarded red suit on the floor, she felt something turn over in her belly. Zach was coming to pick her up tonight.

Standing, she felt Ralph’s cum sliding down her thigh, and grimaced. When she opened the door to the steam room, she gratefully gulped the cool air and headed naked for a shower stall with her suit balled up in her fist. She had never felt a greater need in her life to get clean than she did in that moment.