Double Time
Chapter 62
“Eternity will not cause our memories to fade, it will force our hearts to accept the past.”
—Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows
RACHEL MET US at the door of Joan’s house and immediately kissed Livy, then sniffed around her face before licking it.
“Naughty girl,” she laughed as she turned to me. “Do you taste like Livy?” She kissed me, disappointed to find I had no female scent around my mouth. I pressed the fingers of my right hand against her lips and she sucked them into her mouth. “Soon, my lovers. Soon,” she whispered to us.
We went on in to the TV room where we met to study. Beca jumped up from Joan’s lap and jumped up on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and giving me a kiss. In this position, it was only natural for me to catch her with both hands under her butt.
“Is it true? Am I really going out on a date with my boyfriend tonight?” she asked.
“It’s true. I hope you don’t mind him being a boy too much,” I laughed.
“Will there be parking and making out?” she asked. I could tell it was all a show but it was still pleasant to hold her ass in my hands as she wiggled against me.
“Only if you want to make out with Peyton,” I said. “My mom has organized the event so that I get more driving experience, especially at night. Since she’s a driving instructor, she gets the front passenger seat while I drive. You get to ride in back with Peyton and Dad.”
“Oh, poo. In that case, I’d better give you another kiss now.” She kissed me very gently and the tip of her tongue emerged to play with mine. Beca blushed, gave me another squeeze and got down. I slowly released her butt.
“So daring of you, my little girlfriend. Kissing a boy!” Joan said as she stepped up to get hers. It was not just the tip of her tongue that invaded my mouth.
“What’s the sense of having a best friend if I can’t give him a little kiss?” Beca pouted. She tried to pinch Joan’s ass but found my hands in the way. By the time we broke our kiss, I had sprung up for action again and Desi had finished welcoming Livy, making room for Brittany. Desi stood on tiptoe and kissed me softly and lovingly. I resisted the urge to grope her. We’d done quite a lot of that Tuesday night when we studied our Entrepreneurship book.
Desi licked her lips and gave my ass a squeeze as she said, “Forty-nine.” Yeah. Forty-nine days till her sixteenth birthday. I had become well-enough acquainted with Desi’s body this fall to be looking forward to her birthday.
“Oh, boyfriend,” Brittany said. “May I have a kiss?”
“Of course you can, sweetheart,” I said opening my arms to her. She stepped into them and raised her lips to mine. I felt her breasts squish against my chest as her center pressed tightly against my erect cock.
“Mmm,” she whispered. The kiss she gave me was not as restrained and demure as Brittany usually was. She went all-out full mouth and tongue on me while she rubbed herself against me. I took my cue from her and dropped my hands to fill them with her lush bottom. She rubbed more tightly and our locked lips stifled her little moan. She broke the kiss and just hugged me for a minute. “All these horny girls make me hot,” she said. “And thinking about dancing with you tomorrow. I think we should make a Sophie sandwich between us. She’s a little taller than me and would be rubbing all her right parts against yours. We should do that.”
“Oh… uh… yeah… Brittany… Fuck! Anything you say.”
We finally settled down and got working on our homework. Teachers were really piling it on. I had close to an hour of reading every day for Ms. Levy, half an hour of trigonometry problems, a decade of US History, and twenty Latin words to memorize every night. And there was the biology text, the Entrepreneurship text, and my music theory, which had moved to Renaissance instruments. Amidst all that, I tried to spend time with my girlfriends and sometimes practice my guitar. Ninety minutes of cross country training every afternoon with an hour-long run every morning. If I added it all up with time spent getting to and from school and time spent at school, I figured I was spending sixteen hours a day on school, running, and practice. Of the other eight hours remaining, I had to eat breakfast and dinner with the family, get a shower, and be human. If I was lucky, I got six hours of sleep a night. No wonder I was always tired! Who had time for a relationship?
And I have seven of them.
Our study session wound down with plenty of breaks for kissing and petting. It didn’t seem to make a difference who was with whom. I was pleased that in fact, Livy was spending time getting to know each of our girlfriends and not feeling she needed to be with me or with Rachel. I was discovering that Livy enjoyed girls as much as boys—as if our tryst after cross country wasn’t evidence enough—and wasn’t feeling that she needed to be with me. She had to leave early with kisses from all of us, so she could make it back to the team bus for tonight’s volleyball game. After everyone left, I spent half an hour with Joan. We didn’t try to make love but just held each other and kissed. I was really beginning to appreciate Joan as a caring and sensitive girl who wanted—and needed—a little show of affection now and then. She got me home by four-thirty.
Beca looked sweet in a pair of skinny black jeans and short black boots. She had a gray loose knit shirt with three-quarter length sleeves and carried a big bag. She held my hand as I walked her to Mom’s Impala and opened the back door. Pey squealed when Beca slid in beside her and hampered getting her seatbelt fastened by hugging my girlfriend.
When we were all settled, I turned to Mom.
“Directions?”
“North on County Line Road and then west on 30.”
It wasn’t all that long a drive to Columbia City and Mom directed me into a mall off the highway to a Chinese buffet. You’d think my family was Chinese. Or Jewish. My parents loved to visit Chinese restaurants. V1’s parents had been the same way, not that they often went out to eat. But going out had always meant heading for a little chop suey place in South Bend. If we were going out to eat, that was where we went.
After I got the car parked, Dad and I both jumped out and ran around to the passenger side. We laughed as we jockeyed for position at the correct door and then opened them to let our dates out. Beca and Pey were both giggling as I offered each my hand to help them out of the car.
“Are we on a date?” Pey asked. “Jacob always has more than one girlfriend on a date. I’ll just have to be his second tonight.” With that she took hold of one hand while Beca held the other and we went into the restaurant. Once inside, it didn’t take long for Pey to figure out that it was much more interesting to sit beside Beca than her older brother. She was cute.
“I love spending time with your family,” Beca said. “They’ve always been so nice to me.”
“You were the first glimmer of hope my parents had that I might grow up into a normal human being,” I said. “I think you were the first girl I’d ever shown an interest in. And you helped me study.”
“It’s too bad my mom isn’t as social as Rachel’s parents. I worry that she has invested all her life in trying to help me… adapt. She scarcely sees anyone else except at work. And teachers aren’t exactly known for socializing together. They’re too tired.”
“I’ll mention it to Mom,” I suggested. “I’m discovering she is quite a social manipulator when it comes to my girlfriends’ parents. She and Dad had Sunday lunch last weekend with Sharon Long. And I thought Joan’s mother only socialized with guys twenty years younger than her.”
“It’s funny, Joan and me having single moms and being so attracted to each other, isn’t it?”
“I think you are quite beautiful together. And Joan told me again this afternoon how much she likes being with you.”
“Okay, kids,” Mom said as she and Dad came out of the restaurant. “We need to head over to the high school before the game starts.”
“What high school?” I asked. Stupid. We were in Columbia City. I just didn’t know why we’d go to a high school here. Mom looked at me as if I was as stupid as I sounded. I just opened car doors, got Pey and Beca situated, and slid behind the steering wheel. Mom gave me directions and a few minutes later, we were entering the gymnasium to find the Mad Anthony Girls’ Volleyball team was playing against Columbia City tonight. We were here to watch Livy play.
Then Rachel and Brittany stood up in the bleachers and waved us over.
“Hey! We didn’t know you were coming to the game tonight,” Rachel said. “Come sit with us.” Pey claimed the seat between Beca and Rachel, happy that now she was between two girlfriends.
“I didn’t know we were headed here either,” I said. “Mom just told us a few minutes ago. When did you decide to come?”
“I took Brittany home after our study time today and her parents invited me in for dinner and when I said Livy was playing tonight, Mr. Adams actually suggested that we come to the game. So here we are,” Rachel said.
“I think my father was trying to get everyone out of the house tonight,” Brittany said. “Aunt Sophie is taking the brats and Grandma to a movie. At least Daddy didn’t say not to come back before curfew.”
Livy wasn’t a starter on the team but she rotated in and out. I didn’t understand volleyball that well but we seemed to be doing okay. When Livy stepped onto the court and we cheered, Beca’s grip on my hand tightened considerably. She leaned into me.
“I love Joan, but does that girl do for you what she does to me?” Beca whispered in my ear. “Every time I see Livy, I get juicy.”
“Yeah. You should have seen her after the meet today. I think Livy is in a perpetual state of horniness and it affects us all. If she wasn’t on so many athletic teams, she’d probably be a challenger in the Sexual Olympics.” We laughed again and I lifted Beca’s hand to my lips and kissed it. She smiled and leaned against me as we cheered our team.
We all got a chance to meet the team and congratulate them on their win after the match. Livy gave each of us a sweet kiss but was especially attentive to Rachel. I heard the word ‘sleepover’ mentioned and the two girls kissed again. Rachel gripped my hand a little harder and I switched to put it around her waist and hug her to me.
Mom had me drop Pey and Dad off at home so Pey could get to bed and went with Beca and me to her house.
“If you two want to talk for a bit, you can,” Mom said. “I’m going to visit with Jamie for a while.” She got out of the car, leaving us as I was getting out to walk Beca to the door. I looked at her with one eyebrow raised and she quickly slid over so I could get in the back seat beside her.
“Does she think we need time to make out?” Beca asked.
“Probably, but I just like time spent with my girlfriend. We can just talk,” I said.
“It really doesn’t bother you, does it?” she asked.
“That you’re a lesbian? No! How many girls are there in the world that I could talk about how hot some other girl makes me and we’d be on the same page?”
“Probably more than you think,” Beca laughed. “No. I mean it doesn’t bother you that I wasn’t a girl,” she said, dropping her head. I reached over and lifted her chin so I could look into her eyes.
“Kitten, as far as I’m concerned, you’ve always been a girl. I blame my stupidity about what I said back in May on the past life memories that sometimes overwhelm me. I just had to tell that old bastard to shut up so I could just be with my cute girlfriend. We might not get it on like we do with our girlfriends, but I love you, Beca. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I love you, too, Jacob. And sometimes, when we’re together and really get a chance to talk, I realize I might not be completely lesbian. I’ve just been afraid of boys for so long that… Kiss me, Jacob. Like my boyfriend.”
I wrapped Beca in my arms and pulled her to me. I felt her fully relax as our lips touched. I wanted to make this kiss special to her, so I didn’t just go for the gusto. I played with her lips, touching them lightly with mine, sliding to the side to kiss her cheeks and then her eyes before returning to her lips to deepen our kiss. Our tongues touched and we just let the tips glide around each other. Beca and I had Frenched a few times, but it was always just the tips of our tongues playing with each other. It had just as powerful an effect on me as if she was searching for my tonsils.
This time, Beca opened her mouth a little farther and invited me in for a visit. The kiss became more intense by the second with both of us panting for breath yet unwilling to release the kiss.
“Jacob,” she breathed, practically into my mouth, “touch my breasts. Please? Please show me you like me like a girl.”
“Beca, you are a girl. How else would I like you? I would love to touch your little breasts. I think they are really beautiful.” She pulled my hand under the hem of her shirt and I took that as an invitation to find them inside her clothing. She was wearing a short camisole with the knit shirt and I found there was no bra beneath it.
“I’ll let you see them one day soon,” she said as we resumed kissing. “One day, I’ll let you see and touch everything. I love you, Jacob.”
We were saved from getting any more carried away when Beca’s porch light came on and we saw my mom talking to hers. We got ourselves together and I opened the car door and helped Beca out. We walked up the steps and she stopped a step above me to turn and give me a kiss right in front of our mothers.
“I had such a nice time on our date tonight, Jacob. Thank you, Mrs. Hopkins. It was really fun to go see our girlfriend play volleyball. See you tomorrow at Brittany’s for dance lessons!” she said. Then she walked into her house and I went back to the car. Mom got in a couple of minutes later. I headed for home. When I pulled into the driveway, Mom stopped me before I got out of the car.
“Jakey, Rebeca is a very special girl. She is…”
“Mom, please. Before you go on let me say one thing. Beca is my best friend in the world. And she’s my girlfriend. I know a lot about how ‘special’ she is and none of her past is important to me. Nothing is going to interfere with our friendship.”
“I see. I had a very nice conversation with Jamie. She was concerned. I think we’ll be seeing more of her in the future.”
8 September 2019
The old man, whose memories I’ve accepted, thought he had a good life but it wasn’t long enough. The young man I was a year ago, thought he had a terrible life and couldn’t end it soon enough. I find the combined person that I now am condemns them both.
I search the memories of the old man to see if there was ever a time when he had a real dream and passion. He was always focused on the trappings of life—what made life good to him. He had a career, a wife, children, a home, social standing. The closest thing I find to a passion is his love for woodworking. He had a shop with tools and would make simple woodcrafts, turning the barrels of pens out on his lathe, and spending hours drilling and polishing them. Then, after Rebecca died, he lost interest in that, too.
When I sit late at night with my guitar in hand, I awaken a passion that the teen I was saw as hopeless. Someone—a teacher, I think—told him he’d never make a living as a musician and to figure out what kind of career he wanted. He was too young to understand that he didn’t have to make a living at his passion. It makes me reassess my goals and my dreams for this life. I want to play music and to write. But are those ‘careers’ or just passions? Most importantly, I don’t want my career to frustrate my passion.
I guess that goes for relationships, too. I’m not going to let society, judgmentalism, marriage, career, or anything else stand between me and my passion for the ones I love. No matter what their history, their relationship, or their age.
I will love them and be loved.
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