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She didn’t know what would happen next. There were a lot of things, alot,that she hadn’t been able to keep herself from worrying about, including her mother’s reaction to the news that Katie had decided to miss Christmas and take Wil home to Los Angeles with her, which was not the reaction Katie had been hoping for, and the way April’s face had looked when Katie told her about Wil, and everything, really, about the future.
But she would probably do whatever Wil asked her to. Katie knew that.
She knew what it meant.
“Can you keep talking to me?” Wil asked. “Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want. I don’t want to lose track of you.”
“I’m good at talking.” Katie put her shaky hands on Wil’s shoulders. “I want you to take off your shirt.”
Katie had been thinking of Wil in her bed in Wisconsin, the pink and red flowery sheets that she wouldn’t have guessed Wil would have, the color matching her cheeks. Lying down in Wil’s bed to tell her about Ben and eat ice cream sandwiches, with Wil’s T-shirt riding up and her full breasts spilling from that black bra underneath, Katie had discovered another patch of freckles, secret freckles between her breasts, and she’d looped and looped on kissing them and on touching Wil’s nipples, imagining them almost as pale as her skin.
Katie had liked everything about how soft Wil looked, seeing her hidden body at the same time as her beautiful, familiar face, and how… It was more a feeling. Almost an aggressive one, but velvety and big inside of her. Katie was so comfortable with bodies, with nudity, with thinking about how everyone around her was using their body and using her own body as a way to tell stories, that the clumsy and obsessive lust she felt about Wil and about her body was completely delicious and the right amount of scary.
Wil took off her shirt, this one a long-sleeved T-shirt with raw hems where a collar and cuffs should be. Tight and black. As she pulled it off, the warm, dark vanilla, powdery Wil smell of her body, the wintergreen of her breathing out, her bra still unhooked and loose at her sides, the way her belly curved down toward her belt—Katie caught herself trying to record and memorize all of it, as though this were a video she would only let herself watch once.
“It’s off.” Wil smiled. She shrugged forward and out of the bra. It was black, too. There was a flush spreading over Wil’s chest. Katie reached up and traced it, feeling the heat of Wil’s body against her palms, and Wil closed her eyes. “What else?”
“I don’t want this to only happen once,” Katie said. “What if we don’t get to do everything I want to do? That’s too much pressure. I can’t take it.” Whatever was making her spine white-hot and everything ache deliciously was ferocious inside of her.
“Katie Kat,” Wil said. “Even if we don’t do anything but this right now, we’ll get to whatever we want to do.” She unbuckled her sturdy belt, and the thick leather running through the brass buckle was Katie’s new favorite sound.
“It’s just that your body is like… you know Bay Beach?”
Wil laughed, her zipper down. Katie noted with interest that the edge of the elastic of her panties was also black. The low light caught a shadow from her belly button to that elastic that Katie wanted her mouth on. “Yes. I know Bay Beach.”
Bay Beach was an amusement park on the shore of Lake Michigan that was owned and operated by the City of Green Bay. Most of the rides cost one or two twenty-five-cent tickets, and there was a big Ferris wheel and an old-fashioned wooden roller coaster whose claim to fame was that it had been Elvis Presley’s favorite.
Katie had a lot of feelings about Bay Beach.
“Remember the very first time you went on your own, and your parents got you an extremely fat amount of tickets and told you to have at it—” Katie swallowed as Wil leaned over, her breasts pressed against her thighs, her face still looking up at Katie while she pulled off her short boots and then her socks.
Wil’s toenails matched her manicure. It was devastating.
“I remember.” Wil didn’t take her eyes from Katie’s while she shimmied out of those extremely tight jeans. Somuchhappened to Wil’s body when she shimmied.
Katie laughed, mostly at herself, as Wil slid close to Katie in only those extremely tiny black panties. “So many tickets that you kept folding and refolding them to figure out how they felt the best between your fingers and in your pocket, and your parents werejust going to sit on a bench and have coffee, and it felt so bad and incredible and dangerous and filthy and…”
Wil laughed against Katie’s neck. “Filthy, huh?’”
“Filthy,” Katie repeated. “Completely. There were too many choices, all of them could be yours, you would never run out of tickets, you were tall enough for every ride.”
“Okay.” Wil’s thighs were a roller coaster, a Viking ship swing, a gravity spinner, dusted everywhere with pale blond hair. “Filthy Bay Beach.”
“That’s what this is, right here. I have so many tickets to spend on your incredibly filthy amusement-park body, I might lose it.”
Wil put her hands on Katie’s shoulders and pushed her down, then crawled over top of her and backed her up the mattress while Katie wiggled and squealed. “I’m going to undress you.”
“Yes. Do that. Take a lot of time over it. Or don’t. I can’t decide. There are just two pieces of clothing. It makes me wish I’d invested in some kind of high-necked, multilayered Victorian costume.” Katie was certain she’d never been this wet in her entire life. She had never been this turned on, of that she was sure. She’d only had a very theoretical idea of what turned on even was until this moment.
“Ready?” Wil kissed Katie’s neck with a very satisfying amount of tongue.
“I am the perfect amount of ready and not ready.” Katie said this with more confidence than she’d had before. Shedidknow her own body, her own heart. Shedidhave a lot of experience with letting herself feel, letting emotion and sensation overtake her.
Then she took a look at what happened to Wil’s body on her hands and knees, and her hips lifted up, practically involuntarily, because she was one giant, throbbing ache from the tops of her knees to deep inside, where she felt luxuriously slippery and hot. She pulled off her own T-shirt.
“God,” Wil said, and got closer, holding herself up on her forearms, pressing their breasts together, which made both of them make a good noise. “I’m just going to kiss you for a minute.”
“Two minutes,” Katie said.