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Chapter 16

Guy

Kitty’s arm clamped over my chest at the same time that mine clamped over hers. The human seatbelt is a funny instinct like that. Our car barely missed the jack-knifed truck, but went into a spin, sailing off the side of the road into a ditch. The car came to a stop when the rear passenger bumper crashed into the guard rail, both of our heads jerking.

“Kitty, baby, are you okay?” I scrambled to reach for her, my body charged with adrenaline. She sat, staring ahead and shaking.

“Daddy’s gonna kill me,” she whispered.

“No, he’s not, sweetheart. He won’t. It was an accident.”

“Are you okay?” Kitty turned to me with wild eyes.

“I’m fine, baby.” That’s when I noticed the trickle of blood coming down the other side of her face. I see plenty of blood in hockey, but seeing it coming down my best friend’s face, sweet, innocent Kitty, almost made me throw up on the spot. “Kitty, baby, you’re bleeding.”

“We have to get the car out of the snow,” she said, cutting the wheel back and forth.

“No, baby. We need to go get help.” I couldn’t stop saying ‘baby.’ Seeing Kitty so vulnerable broke something inside me. She’d endured so much with me. She never cried in front of me about people calling her names. She never even mentioned it. She cried with me when Maman died. She cried because I’d hurt her recently. But with everything we’d seen together over the years, she didn’t break easily.

There was no way my door was opening, as it was lodged against the guard rail. “Open your door and we’ll both get out, okay?”

Kitty put her foot on the gas and pressed, snow flying everywhere. I put my hand on her arm.

“Kitty, I need you to listen to me. We can’t get out of the snow like that. We need to go get help for your head and check on that truck driver. My door won’t open, so I need you to open yours. Turn off the car and open your door, baby.”

She turned off the car but didn’t open her door. I stripped off my coat and took off my t-shirt, then put my coat back on and zipped it.

“Let me see your face, Kitty Bird.” Kitty still wasn’t crying, just shaking. I didn’t realize how bad I was shaking too until I went to zip up Kitty’s coat, then pressed the t-shirt to the cut on her head.

“This is bad, isn’t it, Guy-Guy?”

“It’ll be okay, sweetie. I’ll get us out of here.” I don’t know how I was holding it together. I knew I needed to check her for a concussion. I knew we needed to make sure that truck driver was okay. I needed to call 911. We needed to get out of the car. I was overwhelmed.

Luckily, a man appeared at Kitty’s window. It was the truck driver. He kept apologizing when we all knew it was just shit road conditions. He said help was on the way. He helped Kitty out of the car, and I climbed out after her. Snow swirled around us. Kitty was having trouble standing, so I held her close.

Other people were stopped since the road was blocked and got out to help us. Another car had wrecked, too. A different truck driver had us wait in his cab where it was warm. I carried Kitty there, her legs too weak. I held my shirt on Kitty’s head that whole time, afraid if I let go, I’d lose her somehow. Heads bleed a lot, even with not that serious of cuts, and I knew that. Still, this was my Kitty. She was too precious to lose even one drop of blood on my watch.

When the ambulance came, I hesitated to let her off my lap. If she was in my arms, I could feel that she was still warm, still breathing, still alive. It could have been so much worse, and that thought terrified me. What would I have left if I lost Kitty?

They loaded Kitty into the ambulance and had me get our essentials out of the car. I just grabbed whatever I could stuff in my backpack, a change of clothes for each of us, and our toiletries. Then I got in the ambulance with Kitty. While the paramedics finished up outside, I started crying. We were safe and with real help, but I was haunted by what almost happened.

“It’s okay, Guy-Guy,” Kitty said, looking pale. I’d been the one reassuring her all along, but now it was her turn.

“What if I had lost you, baby?” I sobbed. “I can’t lose you.”

Her lower lip wobbled. “I can’t lose you either.”

“I love you, Kitty Bird,” I said, gasping through my tears. “Like, really love you.”

Her eyes flooded as her hand found mine. She nodded and her face crumpled into tears. I kissed her forehead, then tenderly held her uninjured cheek and kissed her lips. Her big brown eyes found mine when I pulled back. She pulled at my nose to wipe it, and I laughed a little. “I don’t want to fight with you, Guy.”

“Me either.” I drew in a breath. It was time to pitch. “I know I’ve screwed a lot of things up with you. You have no reason to give me another chance. But I meant what I said. I think all this time, I’ve just been waiting for you. I’m ready to try with you. I don’t want to see you with other guys anymore. I want to love you out loud. No hiding. I want to give us a try.”

“I want that, too,” she whispered. “Let’s try.”

I kissed her hand and watched over her as she closed her eyes and rested.

* * *

We got out of the hospital later that night. I called Mark and Heather to fill them in, who were not at all mad, just worried. Kitty got 20 stitches at her temple and into her hairline, but she didn’t have a concussion that they could tell. A social worker got us a ride to a hotel room. We were apparently in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.

We were both exhausted by the time we got to the hotel, and we didn’t have much of our stuff. We stripped down to our underwear and flopped into the single king bed. I held Kitty all night, careful to keep her freshly stitched-up head comfortable. Hearing her breathing in her sleep was the ultimate comfort, knowing that my girl was safe and mostly well.

I woke up to her watching me with sleepy eyes. “Happy Thanksgiving, Guy.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Kitty Bird.” I rolled to my side to face her. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore, but okay. How about you?”

I stretched, testing my muscles. “Sore, too, but I think I’ll be okay.”

We lay there, looking into each other’s eyes in the morning light for a minute. “I meant what I said yesterday,” I told her. “I want to be with you.”

“I meant it, too,” she said. “What do we do now?”

I propped my head into my hand, raising up on my elbow. “I think,” I said, tracing shapes over her collarbone, “I finally make love to you.”

Kitty laughed, and it was the first time I’d heard her laugh in days. “Now?”

“If you’re up to it,” I said, kissing her shoulder.

“I’m gross,” she groaned. “I feel like I should shower.”

“Can I help?” I asked with a wolfish grin.

Kitty bit her lip with a smile. “Sure.”

She got up first, taking turns using the bathroom and brushing our teeth. Nerves fluttered in my stomach. This was really going to happen. I was going to have sex with my best friend. I was rarely nervous with sex, and it’s not like we’d never done anything before. I knew just how sexy she sounded when she came, what she tasted like. Still, this was Kitty we were talking about. Would she like the way I fucked? Neither of us were virgins, but the anticipation was like it was the first time.

She bent to turn on the shower, and I stood behind her, both of us still in our underwear. I stroked her hair over one shoulder, kissing softly at her neck.

“You are so beautiful, Kitty,” I whispered in her ear. “So fucking beautiful.”

Her hands reached behind her, running from my hips down my thighs. She scratched her nails over the fronts of my thighs, instantly getting me hard. I turned us so we were facing the mirror in the bathroom. “Look how gorgeous you are, Birdy.”

“Guy.” She laid her head back on my chest as she met my eyes in the mirror. I spun her around and put her butt on the bathroom counter. We kissed, slowly at first. Her lips were soft and tender, testing, exploring. Long, sensual pulls at each other’s lips, my hand going to her jaw as I used my tongue to coax her mouth open. With a moan, she gave me what I wanted. I devoured her, finally having what I’d wanted for so long. Kitty, with me, understanding what I wanted and wanting the same.

My hands fumbled for her bra clasp for so long that I had to pull out of our kiss. She laughed and undid it herself, pulling the straps down her arms and revealing herself to me. Steam covered the mirror, just the color of her skin on mine visible. I palmed her breasts, the perfect shape and weight in my hands. I squeezed and stroked my thumbs over her taut nipples. Kitty rolled her hips toward my aching erection, opening her legs wider as my mouth moved over the dark buds, tongue flicking. I trailed my mouth down to her belly button, finger tracing her pussy in her panties.

“So perfect,” I cooed, feeling her drenched and taking in the scent of her pussy. The most intimate scent of a woman, and hers was my very favorite.

She breathed my name, raking her fingers through my hair. “I need you.”

I stood, lifted her off the counter, and dropped my boxer briefs to the floor, kicking them away. I dropped to my knees to pull down her underwear, unveiling her center that I’d only felt in the dark prior.

“Gorgeous.” She shuddered as my breath hit her skin. I stood, taking her hand and leading us into the shower. Kitty stopped for a moment, getting a hair tie from her makeup bag to pull her hair up, along with some body wash.

“I don’t want to get my wound wet,” she said, and I nodded.

“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Don’t worry,” I said with a kiss. The water cascaded over our shoulders as I held her to me, my cock pressing into her stomach. The heat felt so good on my sore muscles. I groaned loud, taking in the relief.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” she asked. “We’ve been through hell.”

“We have,” I laughed. “All the more reason to feel good today.”

I soaped up Kitty’s body, admiring the slip of her skin under my hands and finally getting to know every glorious inch of her. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this forever, Kitty.”

That’s when her soapy hand met my cock, working up and down the shaft. “Holy shit,” I gasped.

“Good?” Her eyes held an evil glint.

“Fuck, Kitty, it’s so good,” I said. “But I want to get you first.”

“You are going to let me touch you, though, right?” she asked, referring to our last rendezvous.

“Oh, you’re gonna fuckin’ touch me,” I growled to her excited giggle. I quickly washed my hair, soaped my body, and rinsed, then dropped to my knees again. “But right now, I’m starving.”

I ran my hand to her ankle, lifting it to place her foot on the side of the bathtub. I kissed the inside of her lifted thigh, licking and biting up to where I wanted to be. As my tongue sank into her, Kitty dropped her head back and cried out.

“Oh, God, Guy,” she moaned, grabbing her breasts. Her clit was already so swollen, so I circled it with my tongue, giving it light strokes that made her twitch.

“You taste so fucking good,” I said as I pulled back. “So fucking sweet.”

I sucked on her, one of her hands slamming into the shower wall while the other pulled my hair. I kept at it, sliding a finger into her pussy. She bucked against my face, seeking more, using my nose as another source of friction.

“Guy, I can’t. It’s too good,” she whined.

“You want me to stop?”

“No!” she objected.

I gave a low chuckle. “That’s what I thought. You can do it, Birdy. Come all over my face, sweetheart.”

She squeaked out my name one more time and that was the last intelligible sound she made. I moaned into her flesh as my tongue worked her sensitive bud, my finger pulling at the swelling tissue inside her. Her pussy tightened, and then on a shout from her, she pulsed into my face, clapping her hand over her own mouth as she whimpered through her orgasm. I lapped up all the extra arousal her body put out, savoring the taste of her and hoping I got to taste it every day for the rest of my life. I sucked, desperate for more of her, looking up to find her completely melted over me.

“That was incredible,” she breathed.

“ You were incredible,” I told her as I rose to my feet, kissing her hard. “You taste that? You see how fucking good you taste?” Kitty panted, stunned and sated as she gazed at me.

I turned off the water, stepped out, and grabbed our towels. I wrapped my towel around my waist, my dick making a tent out of the material. I dried Kitty off as she stepped out, her chest and cheeks flushed from her orgasm and her hair a little frizzy. She grinned as she knocked my towel off, taking my cock in her hand.

“You’re fucking huge, Guy,” she mused as she drew my foreskin over the head.

“I bet you can handle it,” I told her with a smirk.

“We’ll find out,” she said, eyebrows raised as she lowered herself to the floor.

Kitty’s tongue shot out of her mouth as she looked up at me, barely licking some precum off my tip. She hummed as she tasted it, then pulled back my foreskin and swirled her tongue around the head. She was teasing me, giving me the tiniest touches that felt so unbelievably good. Her tongue danced up the underside of me, pulling just the head into her mouth.

“Ah, God, Kitty,” I gritted out. “So good. You’re killing me.”

She popped her lips off the tip, sending a shock through me, then went back to teasing.

“More,” I begged, taking my base in my hand and offering my whole dick to her. “Take me to your throat, baby. Please.”

“What was that?” she asked with a devilish grin. “I’m not sure I heard you.” She was playing games. She wanted me to get nasty.

“Be a good girl and take this cock in your mouth or I’m not letting you come later,” I growled.

She stifled a satisfied smirk. “Oh, well, we don’t want that,” she said in an innocent voice. Then with one slick move, she sucked me to the back of her mouth, letting me hit her throat. She gagged around me, her mischievous eyes watering.

“You comfortable?” I asked, stroking my fingertip along her jaw. She nodded. Even though I’m a little rough sometimes, I’m not a monster. I’m not having fun unless she’s having fun. “Tell me if it’s not feeling good, alright?”

As if to prove it did feel good, she got to work. Her mouth traveled up and down my whole shaft, working the base with one hand and my balls with the other. She pulled back and spat on my dick at one point, her sordid eyes watching me.

“Beautiful, filthy girl.”

She moved faster, eyes watering, hands working, tongue sliding until I was at my edge.

“You want my cum in your mouth, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned around me, pulling me to the back of her mouth. I gave a few thrusts into her, then melted down her throat, my vision going black at the edges. I held her head in my hands as I stilled, coming down from my high.

“So fucking perfect, Kitty Bird,” I breathed. “So goddamn perfect.”