Dawn laughed. It bubbled up from the softness of her belly and made me shiver with its light. “You’re a brat.”
“It’s all your fault.” I feathered kisses over her collarbone, amazed and bemused that my cock was stirring again at the feel of her in my arms. “You started it, and now I can’t stop…”
“I know.” She sighed, this time in pleasure, as she tilted her head back for my kisses. “I don’t want to stop either.”
“You don’t?” I lifted my head to meet her eyes and saw that it was true. The realisation sunk in and I swallowed, glancing at the door and for the first time in a while, wondering if someone might be standing on the other side of it, aghast at what they had heard.
“I don’t.” Dawn shook her blonde head, biting her lip. “I want you, David. I can’t stop…wanting you.”
I closed my eyes again and pulled her close. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice was a whisper and she buried her face against my chest. “I just don’t know.”
Chapter Nine
“David, who is this Julie who keeps ringing?”
“Mum, please!” I groaned and pulled the sofa cushion over my head. Dad was gone to a football game-I had declined the invitation for the sole purpose of catching forty-winks while no one rode me about a job. I’d flopped on the sofa with the pretence of watching a bit of the telly and had soon dozed off.
“That’s Davey’s new little bit o’fluff!” Dawn flew around the corner from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of Weetabix and dribbling milk down her chin onto the tops of her exposed, tanned breasts.
“Piss off!” I peeked around the cushion and glared at her, but it was hard to stay mad, watching the white liquid slide down her cleavage. It reminded me instantly of the way my cum looked covering her breasts and that made my cock jump.
Bloody hell! I shook my head to clear it, rubbing my eyes and blinking. I was just sick! Sick, sick, sick. And Mum was looking right at me. I was thinking about shooting cum all over Dawn’s tits and Mum…
Christ! I needed help.
“Don’t you want to talk to your girlfriend, Davey?” Dawn smirked, wrinkling her nose at me.
“Girlfriend?” Mum folded her arms and frowned between us. Just the look in Mum’s eyes made me feel guilty-even though she knew nothing about what Dawn and I had been doing together.
“Davey’s dating no-knickers-Entwistle,” Dawn informed Mum, wiping her chin with her fist. I rolled my eyes and threw the cushion at her. She laughed and sidestepped it rather gracefully, not even upending her cereal bowl.
“She’s better than Ken the Knob-end,” I snarled, getting up and pushing past both of them. “Can’t you two leave a bloke alone for five minutes?”
“David!” Mum’s tone stopped me at the landing. “Your no-knickers girlfriend is on the phone.”
“Now?” I ducked back down to look at her. “Right now?”
“Why do you think I interrupted your cat-nap?”
I bounded back down the stairs and ignored Dawn’s raised eyebrows as I stumbled my way to the kitchen. Our phone wasn’t the cordless sort-it was one of those with the long, curly, stretchy cords, and I dragged it with me to the larder and shut myself in with the biscuits and blackcurrant jam.
“Jules?”
“Hey, sexy.” Just the sound of her voice made something warm spread through my belly. “Are we still on for tonight?”
I looked at my watch. “Seven, right?” Crickey, I’d slept longer than I thought!
“I can’t wait.” Her voice dropped a little and I knew she was talking from work. She had a cushy job in a posh office as a front desk clerk and I kept asking her to get me in. “Guess what I’m not wearing?”
“You are very naughty.” My cock throbbed and I rubbed it through my trousers. I could imagine the exposed triangle of her cunt, just waiting to be parted by my fingers, my tongue. It made my mouth water.
“You have no idea.” Her voice was low and teasing.
“You better stop.” I grabbed a box of biscuits off the shelf, trying to distract myself. “You’re making me hard.”
“I should hope so!” Julie laughed-I was beginning to love her laugh. She was an incredibly fun girl and she laughed a lot.
“Davey!” Dawn whinged, pounding on the larder door, trying to get in, but my back was to it. “I need the phone!”
“Bugger!”
“Go on.” Julie was still laughing. “I just wanted to remind you about tonight.”
“Definitely.”
She lowered her voice again, this time to the sweetest whisper. “Miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
When I pulled open the larder door Dawn was standing there, hand out for the phone. She mimicked me as I gave it to her. “I miss you tooooooo.”
“Shut up!” I stalked past her, unable to keep my eyes from dipping down to the delicious swell of her breasts. “And put some damned clothes on!”
“Mum!” Dawn appealed to my mother who was standing at the sink washing up.
Mum didn’t even look away from the dishes. “Dawn, you really should get dressed some time today.”
“I’m trying to get a tan!” Dawn adjusted her top-blimey, she had fantastic tits! Then she started dialing the phone.
“Looks like you’ve succeeded,” I grumbled, sitting down at the kitchen table with the paper and trying not to notice how her suit rode up, revealing a thin line of pale skin around the edges. The rest of her was a beautiful bronze.
“Ken?” Her voice changed instantly as she cradled the phone against her ear. “Hi sweetie, I got your message, you said to call-“
I flipped idly through the paper, my trusty notebook beside me. Dad was due home soon.
“But I thought…” Dawn’s finger twirled the cord. She turned away from both of us. Mum was done washing up and slipped out the back door. I heard the low rumble of Ken’s voice through the receiver, but it was just a buzz-I couldn’t hear any real words. Dawn’s head lowered and she tried to say something, but it came out in a breathy, unidentifiable vowel sound as she leaned against the counter, still facing away from me.
I circled an ad, pretending I wasn’t listening, pretending I didn’t care. She was quiet for a long time-a long, long time. Finally, I gave up pretending and just stared, waiting.
“Fine, then.” That was all she said before she turned around and put the phone back. When she turned to me, her face was three shades of pale-not easy to do with the tan she’d managed to get in the past two weeks. “We aren’t going out tonight.”
I nodded but I didn’t say anything.
“We’re not going out any night, ever again.” She crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter. “He’s back with his ex.”
I wanted to go to her, hug her, tell her it was going to be okay, and just generally be as brotherly as possible. But another part of me…I couldn’t believe how relieved I felt-how jealous I had been of that fuckwit. The thought of him even talking to Dawn made me balmy, but more than that-it was the thought of him touching her instead of me that made me totally hatstand. I sat there, struggling with these two parts, the part of me that loved Dawn the way I always had-as the girl who teased a lot but let me tag along when I wanted-and the part of me that had been fucking her at every possible turn for the better part of a week.
I’m pretty sure that’s why I said what I did.
“I told you he was a scrote!”
She burst into tears and ran from the kitchen. I listened to the sound of her feet pounding up the stairs with a sick, sinking feeling in my gut. Mum came in then and didn’t know what had happened so she started talking to me about how well her flowers were doing this year and I just nodded and circled random ads and tried to quell the burning in my mid-section. Later, Dad would ask me why I’d circled an ad for a trolley dolly and another one for a dental assistant, but by then, it wouldn’t really matter.
I pushed off from the table and stood. “I’ve got to get ready to go out.”
“With Julie?” Mom looked up from where she was arranging roses in a vase.
“We’re going to a club.” I didn’t wait for her response. Upstairs, Dawn’s door was closed and I stood outside it and thought about knocking, about what I should say, what I was going to say. Finally, I just opened the door and went in without knocking at all, sitting on the edge of her bed.