Jerk of Hearts, Queen of Spades

(WARNING: Graphic sex scene ahead. Really, this and the next chapter are one long scene, but I decided to split it in half.)

________________________________Chapter 6

Reggie spent all of Saturday listening to Midge's music. It was a floaty, etheral sort of thing with breathy female vocals, and his rock-and-roll instincts railed against this, but he couldn't help but keep it on. Somehow, doing anything else felt evil and wrong, even though every moment he spent listening to it only served to deepen his funk. Beautiful, and frustrating, and depressing - just like the woman who'd bought it.

His parents checked in on him frequently, but he commanded them through the door to leave him be and they did. His mother sounded less pleased with this idea than his father.

In the early evening, he finally got sick of moping around and mustered the courage to call over to her house. When Midge's mother picked up, he stammered, "Uhh... is M-Midge there?"

"I'm sorry, son, she isn't," the woman told him brusquely. "Can I take a message?"

"No, that's okay," he told her. "Just that, uh... tell her Reggie called. That's good."

"Reggie, got it. Well, sorry ab-"

There was a commotion, some scuffling sounds. Reggie had been about to hang up, unable to even stomach pleasantries, but then Midge's voice bit into his eardrum. "Why would you even think I want to talk to you right now? Are you clinically braindead?"

"Midge? No, I-"

"Hey, son, we're going out to dinner with the Coopers," his father said from over his shoulder. For the thousandth time, Reggie wished he had his own extension in his room, or free nights and weekends on his cell. "Might not be back 'til late."

"Fine, Dad, see you Sunday morning." He waited a few moments until he was relatively alone. "Sorry about-"

"Please don't call me again," Midge said immediately. "We can talk on Monday."

"Hang on, they're leaving," he promised her. "And they don't listen on the other phone, anyway, they're not like-"

"That's not the point," she sighed. "Look... just don't, okay? We'll talk in school. And I'm not as mad at you as I sound."

Reggie swallowed. "Then what are you mad at?"

"Nevermind. Bye."

And that was it. Unsatisfyingly, that was the end of his conversation. His parents were still talking by the front door; Midge hadn't even waited until they left and they could talk freely. Of course, her mother would still be at her house either way, so he supposed there was no point.

An hour crept by as he tried to read a book, to play video games, to pump iron - even to do homework. Nothing occupied his mind enough to keep him from thinking about her. He finally found himself in the living room, flipping through channels and staring into space. He was just debating making himself a sandwich or something when a knock sounded at the door. He made no quick move to answer it, so the knock came a second time as he jerked it open rudely.

"Whaddaya want?"

"Oh," Midge said softly. "Hi to you, too."

"Whoa," he breathed, taking in the low-cut blouse and mini skirt; he wasn't trying to notice, but she shivered self-consciously the longer he gaped so he dragged his eyes up to hers. "Sorry. You, uh... look good."

"Stop." She swallowed thickly. "Um... can I come in? Or do-"

"No, no, come in," he said anxiously, standing back for her to enter. Once he'd replaced the door, he offered her the chair and reclaimed his spot on the sofa, killing the TV. "What's up?"

"My mother kind of knows," she informed him. "About you and I. I think. Not certain, but I really get the impression she's figured some things out."

"Oh boy," he sighed as he fell back, slouching. "Let's have it. Am I about to be assassinated?"

Midge tried to smile, but fell short as she looked at her hands. "She kept asking what you 'thought of me', which sounds pretty unmistakable to me. She at least suspects you've got the goods on Miss Midge, and I don't know what that means."

"You mean, if she's going to tell my folks and have some big intervention, or sell my organs to the Mafia or whatever."

"Yeah."

"You could just tell her I don't," he said uncertainly. "I know I flubbed it with Ethel, but I'm not bad at playing dumb, especially when I'm expecting the attack in the first place."

"That won't fix things. I stormed out, told her my personal life was none of her business. Thing is, it is - because the school records and things that state I'm female have her signature. So if I'm really careless and blow my secret wide open, she might get in trouble. Or maybe not, but... I don't want to get my own mother arrested or anything, you know?"

"I won't blab," he insisted. "Promise."

"You know what? I believe that." For the first time, she smiled at him, even though she looked as if she wanted to die. "Maybe I gave you too much crap for the thing with Ethel, but I can tell you wouldn't rat me out. On purpose, anyway."

"Not accidentally, either. Not again. Midge, I... if we could be together, I'd be ready." He kicked at the carpet. "Thing of it is, I think I care about you more than anybody else. Uh, not that I'd ever hurt one of my friends, or a date... but this is different somehow. Maybe I'm just going loopy and I need to get some lithium in my diet."

Midge bit her lip, then looked up at him. Stars shone in her eyes as she fought with herself, then finally managed to speak. "If I could show you a way... that we could be joined, even like we are now... would you be interested? Would it be enough?"

The room started to feel warmer to Reggie. "How... what are you saying, here? That you're- no, wait, come on. Right here, right now? We're just kids!"

"I don't want to wait," she breathed urgently. "Not forever. I've got you right now, right here with me, and we both know what we want. Maybe we're crazy, or fooling ourselves, but... what if we're not? What if what we have is the genuine article, and instead of embracing it we- we let our fear and our hang-ups get in the way?"

"I'd hate myself until the end of time," he told her, rising from the couch with her. Two arms slid around his neck as she kissed him, more cautiously and controlled than before, intent, measured. It was a whole new delight, and he let it happen, he kissed her like someone he was trying to impress. The world faded to black and white as he fell into the movies, felt like Humphrey Bogart with a "dame" on his arm in panoramic silver tones. Then, she pulled back with her body - though her lips fought to hold on.

"Wait just a moment," she whispered.

"I'd wait a thousand moments."

Her smile was scared, exhilirated. "Which room is yours upstairs?"

"The one with the 'KEEP OUT' sign on it. Why?"

"Then keep out of it for a while," she whispered hotly. "Can you hear me down here from up there?"

This was getting weirder, but he was still game. "Only if the door is open."

"Okay. Wait here, and I'll call for you."

Reggie perched on the very edge of his seat as he watched her ascend the staircase, winking at him before she disappeared. Then, on a whim, he ran to the bathroom and took a teaspoon of mouthwash for a few seconds and spit, hoping it was enough to erase the burrito he'd had for lunch. Then, just as he returned to the living room, her voice floated down.

"I'm ready. Are you?"

He took the steps two at a time, and when he saw the door slightly ajar, he hesitated. What if this was a horrible prank - or if she was going to do something weird to him, shoot him up with drugs or something to make him forget what he was doing? But he calmed his panic; she wouldn't. Not the Midge he knew and cherished.

There she sat on the edge of his bed, without a stitch of clothing. There was a pile in the floor, and he saw the panties she had been wearing were red lace. Where was it? His heart pounded in his throat as he checked her lap, but she had tucked it back, of course. Smiling, she whispered, "This is me. Do you like it?"

"I... I do," he said fervently. Despite knowing he wasn't seeing the full picture, the parts he could see were so spectacular that all he could do was admire them, hope to feel them. And then, as he thought this, she stood. Still nothing revealed itself other than that she had round, full hips, a trim waist, luscious legs and tiny feet. Her modest chest stood revealed, with its soft, round peaks capped with pink. At the juncture of her legs and pelvis he saw only smooth, flat skin. Her face was so red he worried she had a fever. Slowly, she slunk toward him, and he drifted forward to meet her halfway. When they did meet, he passed a hand downward along her chest, and she sucked in a breath.

"Do you want me?"

"Yeah," he sighed easily. It was very true. Her hands had already pulled his shirt to around his ears before he managed to say, "Wait, what are you-"

"I want to see you, too," she informed him in a thick voice. "Your skin on my skin."

Only when her hands hooked around the waistband of his boxers did he say, "Uhh, Midge, wait. If you take those off, you'll see-"

"That's the idea."

"But... I don't to be less than you're expecting," he babbled, scarcely able to find the right words amidst the fog between his ears. "What if you're disappointed?"

"You weren't disappointed in me," she insisted, caressing his chin with her lips. "It's all I have a right to ask for."

"That's a lie," he told her firmly. "You have every right to whatever you want."

Smiling, Midge relieved him of his pants with a flick of her fingers, and she immediatley leaned in and kissed him. Between this and the feeling of her nipples against his chest, he felt himself longing to touch her, and touch her he did. The little gasp was playful and pleased, and she leaned right into him, trapping the thick, engorged muscle between their bodies as she ate at his mouth, and he did the same, grinding himself into her lowest abdomen. When his hand again found her posterior, content to settle against it, she whispered, "Careful."

"Of what?" he grunted numbly, nibbling her ear lobe.

"You know what," she said weakly. "Just enjoy what I am."

So he did. They kissed so much so earnestly, hearts exploding as he held her close, feeling her arms on his back even as he ran his through her hair. Every muscle ached to put himself inside her - but there was a reason he couldn't. At the moment, it was oddly difficult to recall that reason. Instinctually, he pushed her back onto the bed, and when she lay down she made a grunting noise.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she tittered. "Just... be gentle with me."

They continued, exploring each other, thrilling in the sensations, the desire they shared. But every time Reggie came close to opening Midge further, she shrank back. "No," she whispered at last.

"No what? I'm ready. I want to be with you, all the way. Not sure about the logistics, but damn, I've never wanted anything more. It's all you."

Midge gazed deeply into his eyes, searching, trying to reassure both him and herself. When he only smiled, she smiled, as well. "Then close your eyes."

Reggie couldn't know what she had in mind, but was very willing to do just that. As he waited, he felt her move away from him, then heard some crinkling, and felt her body against his again. When she said, "I'm ready," he opened his eyes and beheld beauty again - and this time, the other side. It was unbelievable that her lightly-toned back and soft, curved behind would actually cause his hardness to harden further, but it did, and he was thankful.

"What's this?"

"Put that on," she said hotly as he picked up the tiny packet from where it had been balanced on one of her cheeks. "And then we're ready."

It was a condom; Reggie didn't know much about them. "You wanna... put it on me?"

She smiled as he sat right by her head. Once he'd ripped it open, she slowly rolled it down along his shaft, making small sounds of pleasure as she did so, squeezing more than necessary, licking her lips. It was tight and plasticky, but didn't feel bad at all. She kissed the tip when she was through. He slid down next to her, but when he tried to roll her over, she told him, "From behind."

"Huh?"

"From... behind," she moaned, breathing coming faster and faster. A hand gestured vaguely to a small bottle on his nightstand. "Use some of that if you need it, but... you might not. Please, don't wait anymore, I want this so bad!"

"Wait, are you..." Finally it dawned on him. "Ohh..."

"That's right," she said, with a slight bite of tears in her voice now. "My hole is ready for you. Please, Reggie."

Even though that got him moving, the pit of his stomach began to churn. Up to this point, he'd been going with the moment, so willing to be with her that he'd suspended his logic and forgotten that they had no way of doing what they wanted to do. But Midge had found a loophole - or the one hole she could offer, anyway. But that was something only degenerates did, wasn't it? The sadness in her voice was probably due to the knowledge that this was their only option. He didn't have it in his heart to blame her.

"Let me help you," she whispered hotly - and she reached back and spread.

Reggie stared straight down at the tight, round, clenched little opening she wanted him to invade. Nothing could ever fit in there. Or could it? His eyes automatically sought downward, for what he knew would be out of place, but all he could see was tight skin. Part of him recognized what she had been doing, but the rest of him was very ready to use whatever hole she wanted to present for his pleasure. He could overlook what she was in favor of who she was... and what they both wanted. Swallowing hard, floored that he was doing such a thing, he laid a finger on the tiny oriface and pressed inward.

"Hnn!" she gasped, her hands still pressed firmly into her buttocks, face flat against his sheets. "Wait, use- use some of it, please, it's too dry, too rough!"

The hotness behind her panic told him she liked what he did, no matter how worried about dryness she was. His chest cavity was full of thunder as he bent down and licked it hesitantly, face contorted into a mask of abhorrence, but to his surprise the flavor wasn't as bad as he figured it had to be, very muted - though this was forgotten when he heard her reaction.

"NnnnnAAAHHH!" she moaned obscenely. "Reggie, d-don't! It's too good, I want- no, you can't, that's so perverse!"

As he continued to lick it, slowly beginning to actually stick his tongue inside, Midge writhed from side to side, her hands finally releasing control to him as she clutched at the sheets for a false sense of stability. Now it and the area around it was slick and wet, and he was beginning to enjoy this - it made him feel so alive and invigorated! As he started to force a finger inside again, she half-shouted, "Wait!"

"Huh? Wh-what for?"

"This," she blurted as she hit him in the shoulder with the tiny bottle. Impatiently, he squeezed some of the mystery substance right into the hole and began to slide the finger inside. "NnnOoooHWAAAH!"

The inside of her felt so new and different that it took his breath away. It was disgusting and amoral, it made him sick - but then why was he still so sturdy, his anatomy ready to become one with some part of hers? Her moans were more pronounced as he felt around inside, and they increased in volume when he found something rounded, rigid yet yielding, and stroked along it.

"NONONO!" she burst out, voice raising nearly an octave. "That's too... that's too much, leave that thing alone!"

When he touched it again, he actually saw her legs shake, her back arch. "Are you okay?" he whispered urgently. "Maybe I-"

"I'm so ready for you," she half-laughed, head still thrown back. "Reggie, rip me open! I wanna feel your cock deep in there, I need it so bad, I need it to be you inside me!"

Her words were so vulgar and blunt, but they rolled over him like poetry. Stroking slowly along her thigh, he positioned himself very carefully, then pressed the tip of his stiffness to her. "Midge... this isn't going to fit, I don't know-"

"Try!"

What an animal she had become! Reggie hastily put more of the strange goo onto the end of himself, took a deep breath, then imposed his girth on the resistant, virgin opening. In a manner of seconds, it gave.

"NNNAAAH!" she screamed. "Omigodomigod! Ohh, Reggie, yeah! It's so huge! It's- OW!"

"What?" he panted, only half-aware of what he was speaking. Everything was so tight around him, so soft and delicate and wondrous. "What's wrong?"

"Stay still," she ordered, her voice still dripping with lust. He did; he was more than happy to, because being there in her was like finding nirvana. "Ohhh... I have to get used to you... it's so enormous, and strong, and- did I already say enormous?!"

"You feel amazing," he returned. Once he'd said this, he wanted to keep telling her things. "Midge, this is amazing - WE are amazing! I can't believe we never did this before, it's- oh, how you feel in there, it oughtta be illegal!"

"Fuck me," she growled, and his ears burned at the language. "I'm ready for you now. Ready to be deflowered!"

For a brief moment, Reggie tried to pull her up, so he could kneel and deliver himself into her at a different angle, but she held herself flat on the bed. "What's the deal?"

"Lay with me," she whispered hotly. "That's how I want it, Reggie - give it to me!"

And he did give it to her, full force, no holds barred. Breath escaped from him in ragged spurts as he felt his sack slapping into her soft skin, felt every ridge and vein scrape against her taut opening as he pushed in and out of it. He was overjoyed to run his hands along her body, and she twitched at every touch, moaned at every ministration. At last, as he felt himself building to the end, he slid both hands under and found a breast under each one, and squeezed.

"MMmmhh!" she uttered sweetly, back spasming as he thrusted. "My teets... you like those?"

"They're so beautiful, so supple," he grunted. "I wanna keep them."

"You can have them," she exclaimed. "They're yours!"

Grinning, he pinched slightly, and her moans became louder. Both balls tingled in unison as he felt something deep within tighten, readying for its final payload. Craning, stretching and readjusting, he brought his face to hers and kissed hot and deep, never slowing his pace. Finally, he leaned back and grunted, "Here it comes!"

"Me too!" she said urgently, barely able to speak. Rivers of sweat rolled down every part of her body, sweet-smelling, gorgeous. His tongue flicked out onto her back, and she jumped, then smiled back at him, one of those killer smiles he'd always fallen for coming from her. "I'm ready, Reggie - do me, make me yours once and for all!"

They began to moan in unison as he pushed in deeply, held, and raked backward many times, Midge moving from side to side, heightening the unbelievable sensation. Then, his own soul filled up with every pleasure she held, every nerve ending alive and wanting her, he came with a mighty noise, hearing her do the same beneath him. For many heartbeats, he felt his length continue to spasm inside her, to push outwardly into her walls and make her quiver. Then, spent and losing his balance, he flopped straight down onto her.

"OOF!" she grunted. "Reg... Reggie, get off, you're too... too heavy..."

He rolled to one side, and she was forced to join him, as he was still deep within her bowels. Attempting to swallow did nothing; he was dry as a bone. With an evil grin, he pushed up into her once more with his softening piece and she gasped anew, alarmed that he was ready for more... and then she felt him pulling out and she laughed quietly, even as she seized from his removal.

"Mmm," he said contentedly, caressing her side and hip with one arm as the other toyed with her hair. "That... sheisse, it was great."

"You were great," she said as she pressed back and into him, snuggling as close as she could. "Oh, wait - take that thing off, hurry."

He did so almost automatically - but when it came off, he regarded it warily. "Ahh... this was in your, uh... maybe I should get rid of it. Can I just throw it away, is that allowed?"

"Sure," she laughed. "And if you want to wash your hands, too, I'll understand."

When he was halfway across the room, he turned back to find she was still laying on her stomach, smiling warmly at him. He flashed her a grin, and she giggled as he exited, searching out the bathroom.

Reggie gave himself a good, long stare in the face via the vanity. He didn't feel much different. Did that mean he wasn't gay, or even a mild deviant of any kind? Searching within and on his features, he definitely had the unadulterated glow of a teenage boy who'd just gotten laid for the first time. It was the truth, wasn't it? Nothing could change his mind about Midge being a dynamo in the sack. Not that all his reservations and confusions had vanished, but as of that moment, he had not a single regret.

________________________________To Be Continued...

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