Doing It

November 14, 2008 on 4:45 am | In Dead End Streets Chapters |

Katy had a deep dark secret that she had been hiding from the world since she grew out of a training bra.  She was ashamed of this secret, so ashamed, and Lex was going to find out.  Katy, tomboy Katy in her jeans and t-shirts and pickup truck, wore frilly underwear.

It wasn’t her fault.  Every summer after school let out her mother would take her and her sister to Victoria’s Secret as a ‘treat’ and buy them enough frilly, feminine bras and underwear to last the entire year.  Katy had no say in the matter.  She was pawed at by salespeople with measuring tapes and then she sat down with a catalogue while Alex tried on every item in the store because they never carried her size.  If she didn’t choose enough items her mother did it for her.

I am so tempted to go to the Mega Mall and get something plain and practical, Katy thought, standing in her underwear in front of the mirror in her bedroom.  She was meeting Lex for brunch the next day, and had no idea what she was going to wear.  At the moment she was wearing delicate yellow lace, except she had accidentally washed it with her new red t-shirt so the bra and underwear set were kind of a pink-ish peach…she wondered what color Lex would like.  If she had to wear sexy underwear it would be in black, but her mother thought black was too racy for teenage girls.

Katy stepped away from the mirror and back to her dresser.  The next day was supposed to be special.  They were going to brunch and then the rest of the day would be spent alone at Lex’s house, holed up in his room and doing…well, she wasn’t going to think about that.  Why can’t I be like Sprite and Heather?  Why can’t I just—just go out and do it!  Everyone else does.  Why do I have to be so scared?

She had midnight blue underwear.  She could wear that. Katy threw open her closet to the side where she kept all of the things her mother got her for Christmas and her birthday.  Eventually she decided on a black pinstripe button-up that she could wear with jeans.  She tried it on and stood in front of the mirror looking…boring.  I really, really wish I was Sprite right now, Katy thought, and started pulling the clothes off again while reaching for the phone, dialing as she unbuttoned the shirt with one hand.  “Sprite?  I need help!”

*****

Joel always cooked enough food for ten people, and normally Katy and Patrick could put away that much, especially with the full moon that night.  Thursday morning Katy sat at the breakfast table and nibbled on some toast, wearing her pinstriped shirt.  “Are you okay?” Joel asked her, concerned as Patrick inhaled bacon and eggs and she stared at her plate.

“What?  Fine.  I’m just not really hungry.”

Patrick stopped with his fork half-way to his mouth.  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.  Just so you know, I’m blowing off school today.”

“What for?”

“Lex and I thought we should.”

“Oh.  Oh.  Do I need to make myself scarce today?”

Katy continued to stare at her plate.  “I’ll be at his house.”

“Oh.  Good.”

“So I’ll be home this afternoon, after I drop Lex off at the hospital.”

“Okay.  Well, you two kids have fun.”  Katy gave him a slightly horrified look, and he smiled encouragingly.  “It’ll be fine.”

*****

“Are you sure Denny’s is the right restaurant to start our  day?” Lex asked from across the booth, and Katy nodded with a mouthful of eggs, her appetite returning with a vengeance when nine-thirty rolled around and her stomach had realized it hadn’t been fed for almost fifteen hours.

“Quite sure,” she replied, attacking her pancakes.  “What are we doing after this?”

“Well,” Lex said, eating his food at a slower pace, “I thought we’d go pick out some movies and go back to my place and just…progress from there.”

“Okay.”

“You look very pretty today,” he told her.

Katy paused in her pancake consumption.  “No I don’t.”

“Yes,” he said, force echoing behind his voice.  “Yes you do.”

“If you say so,” she relented.

*****

“Do you think they’re doing it yet?” Sprite asked Gabby as they sat in the back of study hall.

“Who’s doing what?”

“You know.  I talked to Katy last night.  She said she and Lex are going to do it today.  That’s why they’re not in school.”

“Oh.  Sprite, how can you think about stuff like that?  Do you always fantasize about your frends’ sex lives in the middle of the morning?  It’s kind of creepy.”

“Is not,” she said, motioning to stab him with her pencil as she sketched on a sheet of notebook paper.  “I just think it’s interesting.  Katy’s always been an asexual, anti-romantic prude—not that there’s anything wrong with that—and now she’s done a full 180 and is skipping school to do the nasty.”

Gabby frowned.  “I just can’t imagine those two.  It’s too weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s a foot taller than him and well, she weights what?  Two hundred pounds?”

“So?” Sprite replied, indignant.

“That’s not what I mean,” Gabby hurried.  “I’m all for the BBWs.  I mean, Lex is the size of a twelve year old! You’re tiny and you could still squash him like a bug.”

“All body types are compatible, Gabby.”  She started erasing her work furiously.  “Katy just won’t be on top…she’d squish him!”

“See—you’re thinking the same things I am.”

They were silent for a few minutes.  “So,” Gabby said, attempting to be casual.  “When do we get to have sex?”

Spite jabbed him with her pencil for real that time.  “When I say we do.”

“Um, ow?”  Gabby rubbed his arm where she stabbed him, checking for a puncture wound.  “A simple ‘later’ would have sufficed.”

*****

Lex lived in a converted guest room that he had not bothered to decorate when he moved in with his aunt.  Aside from his bookshelf and computer, Katy doubted that Lex had done anything to the room at all.  It even still boasted a floral bedspread with matching curtains.  A television was situated on the dresser opposite the bed, playing Cry-Baby.

“Are you going to tell me why you picked nothing but Johnny Depp comedies?” Katy asked, pulling the popcorn off Lex’s lap and scooting closer to him under the covers.

“Easy,” Lex replied.  “The man is an instant aphrodisiac for women, but I wanted to keep things light.  And I like Edward Scissorhands.”

“Aphrodisiac, huh?  Is it working?”

Lex took the bowl of popcorn out of he hands and set it on the bedside table.  “One way to find out.”

They were pressed up against each other in the bed under the spread (Lex’s aunt kept the house a cool 65 degrees all winter long) already, but Lex moved even closer, kissing her, soft at first with growing urgency.  She kissed back, leaning into him.  A small growl emitted from Lex, a reminder that they were just a little bit animal, and it excited Katy, the wolf in her reacting to the pleasure of the wolf in him.  His hands worked their way under her shirt, up over her bra, and she let him, shivering at the touch.  His lips smiled against hers.

“What?”

“You always pull my hands away.”

“I’m sorry.”  She let her arms fall away from where they were wrapped around his shoulders.  Underneath the blanket they found the edge of his shirt and let her own hands slide across his bare skin.  She could feel every muscle of his stomach, the curve of every rib.  “I’m too fat,” she said for what had to be the hundredth time since they started dating.

“No, he insisted.  “You’re not.  I’m too skinny.”

He undid the buttons of her shirt one by one, and Katy closed her eyes so she wouldn’t see his expression when her body was revealed to him.  She knew what he would see.  Lumpy rolls, stretch marks from growing too much too fast.  And to take off her bra…gravity was not her friend.  And there was the idea of being completely bare, vulnerable and exposed to him.  She had done vulnerable once, five years ago when she was thirteen.  Lex was safe, she knew that.  But still.

Topless was the least of her worries.  If that was exposed, what about when the pants were gone?  Underwear?  Socks?  And exposure was nothing, because once all of the barriers were gone, there was only one thing left to do.

I’m not ready for this.

The last button came undone, and Lex pushed the fabric off her shoulders.  She could feel the cool air of the room all over her.  “Katy, open your eyes.”  Katy did, and looked at Lex, looking at her with a smile on his face.  “I told you.  Beautiful.”

“I’m cold,” she said, and he laughed and pulled the blankets up around them, and they snuggled close together against the pillows.  “I like this better.”

“But I can’t see your pretty bra this way.”

“Exactly.  I hate this thing.  It isn’t me.”

“Only because you wont let it.”

It took a while to work up to it, but eventually Lex was able to ease Katy out of the bra, and he pulled off his own shirt, and they were flesh to flesh, from the waist up at least.  On the TV the credits of the movie were rolling, and Lex was starting to reach for the buttons on Katy’s jeans.  Her heart was racing too fast, like in the moments leading up to her transformation into the wolf.  She put her hands over his and found that they were shaking.  “No.”  So were hers.  “I think we’re going too fast.”

*****

A/N:
I’m never writing a teenage sex scene again.  Mind you, this is all Ydain’s fault.  I had the words ’13 yr old daughter, 13 yr old daughter’ running through my head the entire time I was writing this chapter and it was all “Gahh!!!”  She should never have told me about showing this to her kid–it’s all her fault.  One day I’ll tell you guys where my fanfic is and then you can really see what I can do with a sex scene…  Judy Blume was of no help.  I scanned through ‘Forever’ for the first time in prolly 12 years and it struck me as clinical and forced.  Like she was writing it out of obligation.  And it was unrealistic in a few places!  Ah well, I was twelve and there was sex in it, so I liked it.

If you don’t count the Origin chapters this is chapter 69.

The people have spoken and they demand more origin stories.  Now I just have to think of some… :)  I know how Carmilla and Lucy become vampires and that’s half written.  That might interest you guys now that Millie and Sam have gotten some more screen time.  I have vague ideas of Barnabas, I kinda know what happens to Heather’s mom.  I dont know how Patrick was turned into a wolf but I bet I could figure it out if you want to go back 20+ years for a period peice.  I could go back even further and give a younger Papa Tony a chance to redeem himself.  With the adult characters I would feel comfortable writing full-blown sex scenes, and I could post two versions, one filtered down to PG-13, and a smutty one on a separate link.

It’s not that I don’t like writing sex.  My only professionally published story is smut (it’s really bad though and all copies should be burnt).  But this story has always been about teens so I dont want just a bunch of porn thrown all over the place.

Which makes so much sense with two sex demons as main characters. 

It’s 4 in the morning and i have to be awake at 10….