Joan Kelly - Hungry for boys

I found them in the kitchen. Warren had put on his damp jeans and shirt. He was trying to cook an egg in an unseasoned skillet.

"Hey, why don't you let me do that." I stepped by Todd, afraid to meet his eyes. I gave Warren a questioning look, wishing he had mental telepathy to let me know how much Todd had found out. His eyes said Todd didn't know a damn thing. Todd came around the table.

"You know what this dumb brother of mine did last night? He slept in here in the kitchen in a damned chair." Todd poked Warren in the ribs. "You should have hollered and I woulda at least thrown you some dry clothes."

"But you wouldn't have let him have his bed back…" I put the needle in.

"Hell no. I had company." Todd said this with too much lewdness. He cut an orange in halves and sucked noisily, walking to the window as he dripped spots of juice.

"What happened to… Lorrie?"

"Yeah, Lorrie. She had to cut out this morning." Todd shook his head. "We came in and found this goof sitting in the chair with that blanket around him." He sucked the orange. "Well, you're my half brother. Guess you're only half as smart."

Warren bristled slightly at this but covered it with a smile. He watched me turn over his eggs, chanced a look into my eyes. I wanted to put an arm around him, to kiss the split place on his bottom lip. The place where my teeth had bitten him too hard.

"How do you like them?"

Warren shrugged. "Over easy is all right."

"I'm not going to cook for you two every morning," I said.

"We're going up to fish today, so you won't have to." This from Todd. Warren eyed me, looked down at his hands.

"Why don't you go on up," he said to Todd, "and I'll come tomorrow." Todd gave him a slitted look.

"There's something I have to do in town."

Todd stopped sucking the orange. He planted his feet apart. "What? What's so damned important?"

"My business." Warren had his back to his half brother. He glanced my way, almost smiled.

"Well I just might take Lorrie up the trail. She can use your gear." Todd tossed the orange into the trash. "Whadda you say to that?"

"It's okay, I guess."

Todd wasn't going to let it ride. "You came up here to get into the hills, so what the hell's got into you?"

"I was up all night," Warren snapped. "I got soaked in that damned leaky shed you were supposed to fix last summer!" He was trembling. "I don't feel like hiking. Tomorrow maybe. Okay?"

Todd opened the back door. "Hell, I don't care." He squinted suspiciously at me, holding my gaze a little too long for comfort. But then I was probably reading things into it. I reminded myself of Todd's age, that I was old enough to give him some shit right back… plenty old enough. And Maurice had assured me that around the shop I was to be boss.

Warren watched his half brother go up the path and turn towards the downtown part of Holdenville. When he turned, his forehead was even with my lips and so I kissed him there. His arms circled me. He was still shaking from the run in with his brother.

"I didn't want to go. I really didn't."

I tickled him. "You want to stay and try to get me into bed." My smile didn't break his serious, downturned expression. I could see that he still didn't know what to do with last night's experience. There was too much of it, too many new sensations. Underneath, I wasn't certain I knew how to take it either. Warren didn't look a day older than eighteen. His egg started to burn. I turned down the gas, cussed.

"I'll eat it just like that… I don't care."

"You know, I'm going to be busy today. Your father left me some things to do. I have to inventory that back room…"

Warren put his hands on my hips, hands that were more confident than before but still very light against my body. Again he looked at me as if I were some kind of strange animal he'd discovered. I shifted uneasily under his scrutiny… though he had to look up slightly.

"You're pretty."

"I've got a crooked front tooth, see? And these glasses don't help. Have you noticed the way my ears stick out through my hair?" He moved as if he wanted to touch them and I took his wrists and guided his palms up. I closed my eyes as he pressed the sides of my head.

"You're pretty… you are."

Our mouths came slowly together, lips brushed. I put my hands around his neck and turned to grate his teeth against mine. My clean panties became soppy before I let him kiss me for the third time.

"Okay… okay!" I pushed his shoulders away. "You eat and let me go open up the shop. I want you around, but you've got to promise to be good."

"Promise," Warren said. The first smile of the morning from his lovely, wide mouth.

Two customers came in before noon. One wanted to talk about rail-top desks, a man who had a habit of scratching his nose every time he mentioned money.

Warren hung in the background like a crow looking for a meal. I tried to avoid his eyes, but once he took my arm as the customer and I went into another room and I had to warn him away. My first week on the job with the owner's son trying to fuck me! Cool, cool Shelby was wired tighter than a new fence. Had I really fucked around with Warren Lomax last night? Yeah, I sure as hell had. And as I said goodbye to the pleasant man who had a thing about old desks, Warren pressed his tight jeans against my ass. I could feel his breath on my neck.

"You're not as shy as last night." When I turned, he was blushing.

"I feel funny," he said. "I never did anything with a girl like we did last night. I wrote a poem about it once, but I…" He looked like he'd blown his own best secret.

"A poet? I didn't know you wrote…"

"Kind of. When I feel like it."

"What kind of poems?"

"Oh, about the woods." He bit his bottom lip. "I want to write one about you too." His eyes gazed at my tits. I'd put on a jersey knit top with short sleeves and my nipples made little bumps in the material. Warren liked the bumps. I liked him liking them. The big grandfather clock near the front of the shop began to chime twelve noon. I took his fingers, brought them to my mouth to kiss.

"I'm going to close up for lunch and then maybe we can…" My breath had done a trick in my throat that made it hard to talk.

"…lie down together for a little bit."

"Oh wow, Shelby…" I put a finger over his lips.

"But you've got to promise not to bother me this afternoon. I really should start on that inventory."

"I promise."

The house was ours. The sun on the roof made the shingles creak and a breeze wafted through the bedroom window. Todd was up in the hills, a closed sign hung on the front door of the shop… nothing to be afraid of. But I was. Some unturned fear that the boy might begin to notice how old I was? Twenty-eight was really not ancient. I had a few wrinkles around my eyes, I wasn't quite as slim as I'd been in high school, but I knew I'd kept myself from going completely to hell.

"Why don't you undress me," I said, turning to stand by the bed.

Awkwardly Warren tugged the buttons loose, pushed my bell-bottoms down. I was enjoying it so much I'd forgotten all about the tattoo. Warren was staring.

"Uh, that's my tattoo." Dumb giggle from me. Warren met my eyes but I couldn't read his thoughts. "Why don't we just forget it for now… I don't like standing around with my pants half off." He smiled. I knew what Warren wanted. We hadn't fucked the night before, he hadn't done it like he knew in his mind, had heard, had read. And I would let him fuck me.

He was a boy, a virgin I was sure, and wanting to really fuck a chick. Fuck her for good, shoot his stuff inside and all that kind of thing. As fate would have it though, it was the dangerous time of the month. I'd already decided to bring out my secret stash of rubbers.

Warren had peeled his tennis shoes and jeans and sat nervously on the edge of the bed, his Jockey shorts pushed up like a tent. I dropped my jersey top in a chair, peeled off my panties. We didn't really have time to draw the thing out and I didn't think Warren wanted to now that we were so close to the nitty gritty. He stared wide-eyed at my dark triangle of pubic hair until I dropped the tinfoil-wrapped rubber into his lap.