Gee – Thanks Mom! by BDLong

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I said.

“You speak German?” he asked.

I snorted. “No way,” I said, holding up the paper with the commands. “How’d you know what language it was?”

He sniffed. “My great-grandma spoke it,” he said.

“Neat,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said. “But she died when I was ten.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s ok,” he said.

My eyes went to the cubicle soft case of pizzas in the back seat of his Honda, and when he saw me looking, he jerked as if someone had surprised him. “You ok?” I asked as he tried to open the rear passenger door.

“Yeah,” he said, finally yanking the door open. “It just sticks sometimes.” He pulled our pizza out of the case and handed it to me.

I handed him the cash, and said, “Keep the change.”

“Thanks,” he said. His eyes went to the dogs again, and I followed his gaze. They weren’t watching him. They were watching me. “See you around, I guess.”

“Yeah,” I said. “See you.”

With that, he got back in the car and drove away. On the way back inside, I felt the dogs watching me. When I was back inside, Miriam was waiting by the door.

“Those dogs are seriously weird,” she said.

“I know,” I said. “But they’re obedient, at least.”

Dinner was unceremonious. We ate in the living room and grilled each other on the study materials. We got a lot done, which was a surprise to me, because the longer we went on, the more difficult I found it to concentrate. I could remember dates and names, artists and movements, but in Miriam’s company I also remembered the kiss. Soon, it’s all I could recall.

Eventually, I had to stop, feigning fatigue. It’s wasn’t even that late, only nine o’clock, so I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie.

“Sure,” she said. “What’d you have in mind?”

I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter. I just needed something to get my mind off the kiss. I didn’t know what to do about it. Had she expected me to reciprocate? Was it a friendly kiss? She had commented on my butt, though, which I felt her watching as we climbed the stairs again.

The TV was in my room, and I had a bookshelf stuffed with DVDs. Miriam went to it and spent a couple minutes browsing the ***********ion. It was an art-house movie about a girl who was from an ultra-religious family and was just about to go to college. I had seen it about a hundred times before. Most of the time, I would kind of ignore the first part where her brother seduces her. It got a bit racy at times, but had clearly been dialed back from the director’s original intention in order to make it to the film festivals. The second half was where I had always found myself sitting a little straighter and worrying that other people might sense me sweating. Tonight, instead of sweating, I agreed and relaxed, sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard. It was nice to know another girl thought the way I did about this movie.

The movie started, and Miriam lay on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed so she was closer to the screen. As I said, I usually didn’t pay much attention to the beginning of the film. It wasn’t that incestuous themes bothered me. They were simply symbolic of … something. (I made a mental note to look it up.) It’s just that I had always found the brother’s girlfriend much more intriguing. She kind of reminded me of Miriam, now that I thought about it. Miriam.

And that’s why I found myself paying attention to the first half this time. Miriam was here. On my bed. Turns out, the brother-sister relationship wasn’t as bad as I remember—still not as interesting as the second half, but not bad. And then came the revelation with all those Polaroids: the lost love, the girl at church camp. It was heartbreaking. I tried not to cry, and did a pretty good job, but I sniffled and Miriam turned her head.

She must have seen my face because she rolled over and sat up. “What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I lied.

She took my hands and I pulled them away. “Dee! What’s going on with you?” I looked at her eyes and felt hot tears running down my face.

“I like you,” I said.

“Uh, ok?”

“You know what I mean,” I sobbed into my hands.

“Oh,” she said. “Oh, shit. I had no idea it would be so hard on you. And, well, I thought you knew.”

I peeked through my fingers like a child. “Knew?”

“About me,” she said.

“I did,” I said. “Suspected.”

She took my hands and held them in hers. “And you brought me up here for the weekend as a friend?”

I nodded.

“Because you didn’t know about your own feelings.”

I nodded again, and she scooted a bit closer and wiped the tears from my cheeks. For a moment, there was only the sound of the movie in the background, a rising musical score and the sounds of lovemaking. I glanced at the TV. The first half of the movie was racier than I remember. The sounds of moaning filled the room, and the absurdity of the situation hit me, and I started to laugh, first with bittersweet chuckles, but then with wracking belly laughs as Miriam joined me.

When she kissed me, I melted again and felt passion burst inside me like a balloon. It spread through my body, and rather than just letting her kiss me, I put my arms around her and kissed back. Her soft lips grappled with mine, and I felt my heart racing. Against my hands, her back curved and arched, and I pulled her to me. She finally put her arms around me, admittedly much lower than I’d expected, and instead of having doubts, I let her strong arms pull me even closer, so I was straddling her thigh and she was straddling mine. Our bodies came together, my breath left me, and I pulled my lips from hers for a moment.

“Everything okay?” Miriam asked, taking a hand from the small of my back and running her finger tips over my cheek. I was no expert in love, but I could sense the yearning in Miriam’s body, held at bay by what I hoped was respect.

“Better than okay,” I said. “I just needed to catch my breath.”

“This is your first time making out with a girl.”

“With anyone.”

“Should we slow down?” Miriam asked. I felt a swelling of joy at being proven right. It was respect. I wasn’t just another girl to her, and that fact only made me want her more.

“No,” I said, kissing her neck and eliciting a soft sigh.

“Are you certain?” she said, her tone slightly more serious. She needn’t have asked, though. I knew what she meant. If we continued, neither of us would be able to stop.

“Yes,” I hissed into her ear, and ran my lips down her jaw until I felt her body tense ever so slightly. I kissed the spot, and she moaned and returned her hand to the small of my back.

As our lips met again, I felt her hands press gently but firmly, pulling me closer, but also lowering my hips onto her thigh. Even through her pants and my own, the heat of her body radiated between my legs, and I felt a loose, warm sensation flood my body. I’d felt it before, of course, but this was different, more intense, more complete. I dragged my crotch against her thigh and gasped for breath. Miriam released the pressure on my hips and I slid back down. The kindling had been lit, and all that was left was to give the flame of passion a chance to catch.

Her hands slid further down over my butt, and pulled me up her thigh again. The fire went wild. I no longer needed the encouragement, but I let her keep grinding me against her because I loved the way her fingers dug into my butt. Soon, though, it was hard to think about anything other than the growing heat between my legs, and I felt my body take over.

Her tongue entwined with mine, and our heavy breathing almost drowned out the movie. I decided it was my turn, and moved my hands down over Miriam’s hips to her round butt. There was plenty to grab onto, and I pulled her onto my thigh. Instantly, I felt the heat of her against me, and I knew this was right. She had been waiting, of course, and needed no encouragement. What I didn’t expect was how much her grinding would affect me. I felt dizzy.

I was so focused on the sensation of her butt in my hands, that I didn’t notice her hands moving up until her fingers were against the skin under my shirt. I must have jerked in surprise, because she paused for a second and pulled her lips from mine. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted more. I kissed her again, and pressed her hips hard against my thigh, and she groaned in pleasure.

Her hands continued up my back, past my shoulder blades, igniting little fires on their way. And when I thought she was going to stop, she kept on going, ever upward, hooking her fingers through the neck of my shirt. I hadn’t buttoned it up all the way, and when I raised my arms somewhat grudgingly from her butt, the whole thing slipped right off. I had my bra on, so I didn’t feel too naked, and she didn’t seem to mind—just soaked me up with her eyes. And when she looked to me, she just raised her arms straight above her head expectantly with a mischievous grin.

I couldn’t help giggling, and soon neither could she. We tried once to stop, but when I snorted trying to hold it back, we broke down again. When at last our laughter subsided, she raised up her arms again. Looking her in the eyes, I ran my hands up her hips and hesitated a moment before continuing. And when I did, the softness of her skin ran under my fingers like silk. It was perfect. Up my hands went, not up her back, as she had done with me, but along her sides. I reached the place where my fingers should have run against her bra, but found only smooth skin. Still looking me in the eye, her eyes gleamed. I swallowed, and continued up until the shirt was pulled up over her head, but not off.

“Hey!” she giggled, the shirt blinding her.

The truth is, I didn’t want her to see my reaction. What if her boobs had been ugly? They weren’t, of course. They were perfect. I reached out and took one in each hand, and she froze.

“Well, feel free to, uh, feel freely,” she said. “I’ll just be here, blind.”

I did just that. I’d never touched another girl’s breasts before, and now I was wondering why I had waited so long. I ran my fingers over every inch, and watched in delight as Miriam’s responded. First was her breath catching in her throat, to release in a sigh. And then, as I explored her hardened nipples, her grinding against my thigh began anew. Finally, I reached up and pulled the t-shirt off her head and, before she could react, kissed her again. I felt her hands on my back, and before I knew what she was doing, she had my bra off. Now, skin against skin, we stoked the fire once again.