Jerk of Hearts, Queen of Spades

(WARNING: Explicit sex scene.)

________________________________Chapter 11

Dinner that evening was more than a little awkward. Both of his parents kept interjecting at strange intervals to lecture him on safe sex protocols, and if he went the rest of his life without hearing his mother say the word "anal", it would be fine by him. They all sat down to find a movie on TV a little later - and Reggie got up and left the room when they stopped on "Boys Don't Cry" for a few minutes. Too close to home, and too soon.

The next two days were entirely uneventful. Midge kept refusing to see him outside of classes, citing the strain on their mother-daughter bond this was causing. Even during school, they still weren't openly displaying anything more than friendship. That one, Reggie agreed with; what they had was too new to subject to the mostly good-natured cajoling he expected from their peers. Time was needed.

Betty, a gem as always, was overtly warm and friendly to both of them. Once or twice, when no one was listening, she asked if they used condoms, and she again insinuated that Reggie might have a deeply-buried desire to let Midge bend him over and show him whole new sensations. Midge came very close to slapping her, but Reggie caught her arm in time, and Betty's apology was so sincere that neither of them could hold a grudge. At the heart of it, she was trying to be as understanding as a sheltered Riverdale girl could, and it was most appreciated.

At their lockers on Wednesday, Midge revealed something to him he wasn't expecting.

"She did WHAT now?!"

"It's not like I care so much," Midge went on delicately, fidgeting with her binder as he forgot all about the term paper he was trying to locate. "After all, it was like, the first thing you did to me."

"But we're going out," Reggie growled. "What right does Betty have to, to... feel you up?"

Midge frowned at him, swatting him on the bicep. "Don't call it that. She was exploring; she'd just found out and she couldn't help but make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. And... yeah, I would have appreciated some warning, but I'm almost starting to get used to it between the two of you."

"Well, if she does it again, let me know."

"Why?" she said with a wry grin. "What are you gonna do, prank her to death? Nothing says 'change your wicked ways' like a hotfoot and a whoopee cushion."

"My methods have evolved since junior high," he said defensively. "Or you probably don't remember that time I dressed up in the alien costume and sent Arch, Betty and Ronnie running for the-"

"Nevermind," she sighed.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

Reggie leaned in. "Did you enjoy it?"

"I kicked her in the face," Midge said frostily. "And she had it coming, I'd say. But I can understand that she wanted to double-check like you did, that it was real. From an outsider's perspective, it sounds like a Reggie Mantle joke."

"Other people play jokes!" he burst out. "Lots of people, all over the world! I am not alone in my passion!"

"Shh!" she giggled. "Just forget about it! Geez Louise, you're touchy!"

"You still didn't answer my question," he countered swiftly.

"Why, yes, good sir, I quite loved the sensation of her hand up my dress," she told him in a monotone. "It was ever so delightful. One day, I should hope to feel such a wonderment again, because the women, I desire them."

"I knew it."

"You sleaze!"

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Reggie sat bolt upright in his bed. The dream had been horrible; Betty had confessed her undying love for Midge, asking if they could go away for the weekend together. He had declared this to be unacceptable, and Midge had promised not to leave with her... if he let her invade his exhaust pipe. Reggie had agreed, and slowly, slowly, she'd spread his legs apart...

Rubbing his face, he rolled over in bed and checked his clock: 4:30. Nobody was up yet. Worse still, he'd crashed early at about ten, so he'd had just enough sleep that it would be next to impossible to get any more in before his alarm went off... which wouldn't be for another hour and a half. Great. Maybe he should go back to the sleeping pills...

Going for an early morning jog was something Reggie hadn't done for a long while; he usually did a few simple stretches in the morning, then worked out either in gym or later in the afternoon. However, an hour and a half was too much time to waste rolling around pointlessly in bed or flipping through channels. So he threw on a ratty old t-shirt and tennis shoes and headed out into the semi-dark streets.

He found himself at Midge's house in no time. Not that he'd planned it or meant to be there, but it certainly didn't surprise him when that turned out to be his subconscious destination all along. What was he hoping to accomplish there while everybody was asleep? Nothing, that's what. He leaned down on his knees and took a few gasping, deep breaths to calm his heart rate and allow him to break the jog up into two distinct workouts. Then, wiping his forehead, he turned to run back the way he came.

"Wait, Reggie!"

Startled, he whirled around - and found Midge running down her driveway, wearning one of those huge, oversized sleep-shirts and flip flops. Even with Minnie Mouse on the front of her clothes, she looked hot. "What are you doing?!" he hissed.

"I could ask you the same thing!" she whispered back. "I, uh, take it you can't sleep, either?"

He half-laughed. "No, not really. Woke up and couldn't drift off again, so I figured I'd do something healthy."

"Yeah." She smiled at him, which he could barely make out because of a streetlight a few houses down. "I mean, I was just glancing out the window before I tried to go back to bed... why are you out here?"

"Can't resist your magnetic pull," he said, and they laughed. "Uh... are you sure you can be out here?"

"Not at all," she admitted. "But... I wanted to see you out here, for a minute or two. Just be us, instead of putting on a front."

"Well, here I be."

"Can we go down to that spot? Be alone with me? I need that so much right now..."

So go they did into the night, down and through the trees. It took all of five or ten minutes to bring them to the secret riverside glade where he'd first discovered her secret... and despite all the strain it had put on his mental fortitude, that secret did eventually lead him to her heart. Which was where he was glad to stay.

Midge wasted no time in pinning him against the grass, running her hands over his chest as she engaged his lips, panting, groping at his form. Almost before Reggie could process what they were doing, he felt her erection pressing into his lower abdomen, at full attention in next to no time at all. Throwing all caution to the wind, she whipped off her overshirt, and he saw the appendage sticking up just past the waistband of her panties.

"Make love to me now," she ordered, so ready, so full of desire that he doubted she could be tamed.

"We don't have any-" And then she had seemingly produced one from thin air. Where had she been keeping it? "I guess we do."

His clothes disappeared as she made anticipatory little noises, and he had only just graduated to full hardness when she started rolling it down over him. "Midge, are- why do-"

"I've been aching for your body nonstop!" she said in a low, urgent voice. "Ever since that night, I... I know love is never supposed to be built on sex, but all I can think about is being with you again!"

He grinned. "Allright, then - let's start building."

And she rode him, hard and fast as if she were a professional. He gazed up into her shining face, watched her own erection smack into his stomach as she moved, both breasts rippling and bouncing. Seconds later, he was ready to shoot, he knew he couldn't hold on - but her glowing smile, carefree and high on their love, made him want to hold out a little longer. Alas, it was no use; grunting his intentions, he let it all loose right into her, and then fell back, panting.

"Nnhh," she moaned. "That was so... so hot, I... I want more!"

"I don't think I can give you more," he half-laughed, unable to move. He concentrated on breathing in, refilling his muscles with oxygen so he could get up and go home when he needed to - but she was still shifting from side to side, moaning, playing at her erect cock with just her fingertips to prolong the pleasure and delay the end of it. "You know," he said as he winced - being manipulated after one has already ejaculated is pretty painful sometimes - "that thing's gonna get soft eventually."

"Yeah," she moaned. "But I... I want to get this as long as I can!"

"Why don't you let me take care of you?"

She stopped moving, staring down at him in shock. "Reggie... no, come on, you don't have toooIIIUUHH!"

He had pushed her up just enough so he could pull out of her, and she shuddered. Then he laid her onto her back, grabbing the cock with a sure hand and stroking. "Let me."

"But I told you," she whispered, "I'm not... it's not a way I want to enjoy... can't we find another way?"

Before she could protest again, he kissed her on the mouth deeply, and when he gave her dick a sharp squeeze she kissed him harder, sliding her fingers through his short, sweat-soaked hair. At last, when he reached farther back and slid a finger easily into her still-loosened hole, she gasped, "Hey, wait, yyYAAH!"

"You do like this," he said softly. "Right?"

"Reggie," she moaned, spreading her legs further for him. He began kissing down her chest, each one bringing about a fresh quiver as he pushed into her, stroking inner walls, feeling how tight and slick she was anew with the more accurate nerves in his fingertip. But when he got to her belly button, she grabbed his hair roughly and hissed, "Please don't!"

"It's for you," he said simply.

Her voice was so fretful and soaked with need that she couldn't string a thought together. "B-but... I don't- it- this way-"

"Just once, let me try. We'll see if you don't like it."

He saw her waffling, trying to figure out if she really didn't want him to do it. Deciding to take her silence as consent, he slowly eased the head of the cock into his mouth. "NNNahhhOOOOah, NO REGGIE!"

He didn't stop. She didn't stop him with her hands again. He knew she could reach, but she chose not to. Every cry she loosed pleaded with him to give this up, but only her words said as much - the rest of her exposed the lie. His tongue encircled the head, and he alternately suctioned to it and let it rest loosely inside his head. Even this late in the game, his stomach still threatened to regurge his supper from knowing what he was doing, but he could also feel his own cock stirring again, if only slightly; it was stimulating for both of them. Then, as he began to take it into the back of his mouth, Midge decided she'd couldn't let him go on.

"Please, Reggie, don't do this!" she sobbed, an obscene pleasure soaking her sorrow. "You sh-shouldn't have to- I can go home and finish off by myself, I don't want to turn you into a- a- WHAAA!!!"

The distraction had proven effective; a second finger pushing into her ass was so overwhelming that she could no longer form words. And indeed, she didn't; she only arched her back, panted louder, moaned and screamed his name, rubbed her own breasts with both hands so roughly he was afraid she might cause real damage. As he bobbed his head along the length of her slick shaft faster and faster, he began wiggling the fingers in opposing directions, and she screamed louder, her legs flailed and glanced off his head. Again, he pressed firm fingertips against the soft muscle behind her scrotum where she would one day be a woman, and she shivered, wrapping her legs tightly around his neck.

"So good!" she choked out briefly. "NnnhhHHH!"

The smooth, spongey skin of her rod felt somehow comforting against his tongue; quickly, he grew accustomed to it enough to let the semi-rigid muscle slide a short ways down his throat, and the first time this was accomplished it was almost surprising enough to trigger his gag reflex when the actual feeling hadn't. The sound it coaxed from Midge was enough to make him glad he'd tried. Deep-throating and swirling his fingers against the rigid mass in her center, Midge came and came hard, and Reggie was able to keep down every last drop.

"Ohhhh," she cooed as he still lapped at her, still sucked her into his mouth. "Reggie... ooh, wow, that still feels... mmm..."

It was curious to experience her deflating inside his head. There came a point, once she had grown limp, when he could even take her testes in, as well, but the feeling made her giggle and squish him between her thighs, so he let her fall from his mouth and crawled up to kiss her deeply, softly caressing along her back.

"Oh, you're so hard again," she said quietly, petting it, squeezing him through the condom. "Want to see if these rubbers are reusable?"

"Are you ready for that?" he half-laughed; it came out a little strangled, his throat was so coated from her womanly man-juices. "Nah, didn't think s- hey!"

She jerked it off of him with a loud SNAP!, immediately drawing him into her mouth, not to be outdone by her boyfriend. Reggie grinned, laying back and letting her go to work, passing delicate fingers over his sack as she milked; he sat up occasionally to watch her lips slide up and down, which caused it to throb. She would notice, and grin up at him - around his girth. It was such a beautiful sight that he felt himself almost ready to fire off his second clip.

"I need more," he moaned, completely in harmony with the world. "To get off... it's too tired after the first time... I need more!"

"Are you sure about that?" she asked him as her palm pounded at it at an alarming pace, taking a temporary break from sucking him off.

"Yeah! M-more... more, make it feel good!"

A deep, settling breath. Why was she so nervous? "Okay... if you're positive." When her tongue started whirling all over it as she sucked, he laughed aloud, bucking up and into her head, ready to give everything he had into her mouth. It was so much more difficult this time, so close to his previous climax. And right about then is when he felt the invasion.

"WHOA!"

"Mmhh," she attempted to say around his thickness. She made no apology, did not stop or even hesitate. Instead, she kept sliding her mouth and throat along his length... as she wormed a single, delicate finger into his ass. Could she really be doing that?! Reggie felt panic rising up in him as this unfamiliar sensation echoed into every part of his body, but the fear could not blot out the pleasure running from his cock and down into the rest of him. To his dismay, it was as if what she was doing back there wasn't so much erotic, but a way to amplify the erotic feelings he was already experiencing elsewhere. She was finger-fucking him. There was no longer any way to stop the train; they had passed the point of no return. Now, Midge was swallowing all of his flowing love, and he felt his sphincter clenching around the offending finger, knew it wasn't hurting him... and that maybe, somehow, it had made his ograsm better, stronger. It was lewd, sordid, but true.

Reggie was still panting and cooling down when she carefully eased out of him, but she gave his dick a few last licks of pure enjoyment. She was just as happy with her work there as he was. Then, a cheery, sated expression floating in her face, she slid onto his chest and curled around him; he could just feel her dick on his leg. It wasn't completely flaccid anymore, but not hard enough to do much with - and he suspected that if he tried, she'd stop him, so he didn't bother. Now was a time for rest.

"That was..."

"Too much," she replied for him, only slightly apologetic. "But... you did ask for more, I wasn't sure what else you could mean."

"Not that," he panted. "But... it wasn't as awful as I thought it'd be. Just... really, really bizarre."

"I'm used to it," she giggled, kissing his chin. "That thing with the two fingers, wow!"

He grinned. "Skills."

"But... I still don't know. You giving me a bee-jay? It..."

"No, I know. You don't want me to do it, I heard. But that's what friends are for, right? To do things you need, even if sometimes you don't think you do. And... to be honest, I think I was actually more cool with that than you poking me."

Her eyebrows knit slightly as she gave every sign of being close to falling asleep right there. "Why?"

"Search me. Maybe I'm not ready to, uh, 'sit on it'... but playing with it, I have no problem. Your guess is as good as mine."

"Reggie?"

"Hmm?"

"My cock loves you."

What was he supposed to say to that? "Thanks?"

They both laughed, snuggling in closer for a while as they relaxed, the cool, night air evaporating the sweat from their naked bodies. It was so beautiful out there... and Reggie felt so fortunate to have this to share with her.

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Half an hour passed. At some point, Midge sat up and nudged him, and they both picked their way down to the water's edge, washing off their hands and disposing of the condom and wrapper where it could be whisked away to parts unknown. Then they dressed quietly, sheepish expressions on their faces, and slowly ambled toward her homestead.

"You know what I'm going to ask."

"Yeah," he nodded. "Don't suck you off anymore, because it's too gay. For a transgendered girl, you're just a teensy bit homophobic, you know that?"

To his relief, she snorted with laughter instead of getting mad. "Nail on the head. Sorry, does that make me a bad person?"

"Yes."

"Reggie!" she cried, punching him in the arm. He misstepped exaggeratedly, pretending she'd almost knocked him down, and she laughed again. "You're still a jerk."

"Yeah, but now I'm YOUR jerk. Which means you have to take responsibility for my bad behavior."

"NOBODY should ever have that burden on their shoulders, it's way too- oh, shit."

The porch light was on. That spelled doom. Slowly, they inched toward the driveway, Reggie wishing his sneakers didn't squeak the way they did. Midge was just shrugging as if wondering if she'd left it on herself when the door slammed open.

"MITCHELL DWAYNE KLUMP, YOU GET YOUR BUTT INSIDE THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW!"

The outside air seemed to drop several degrees. Reggie took a peek at Midge out of the corner of his eye, and saw she looked almost as mortifyed as when he'd first grabbed under her skirt. In fact, more now than then. It was the look of someone who wished they could simply cease to exist.

"What?" he breathed.

"Just go," she ordered, voice already thick with humiliation. "I'll... see you in school."

No one spoke again. Reggie slowly turned toward the way back to his street, watching over his shoulder. When Midge got to the porch, he watched as her mother's hand shot out, grasped her upper arm and jerked her bodily through the door. His heart was screaming itself hoarse that he should go up to their door, make sure nothing happened to his lover. But his head won out; he knew that it could only make things worse for both of them if he did so. Agonizingly, he tore himself away and returned home.

________________________________To Be Continued...
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