One with the Wind by Jane Livingston Page A

tastes!”
                Josie took a small bite from the corner of the cake, looking at Mrs. Markovich as she did. The moistness of the cake melted in her mouth, the lavender danced with her taste buds and the sugary icing electrified her senses. Josie rolled her eyes back and moaned. “Hmm, that is good.” She took another large bite.
                “Slow down dear. You don’t gulp it down like that; you savor it,” said Mrs. Markovich and smacked Nick on the arm. “Okay, she’s a good one; she just needs to learn to slow down and enjoy.”
                Nick chuckled, wrapping his arm around Josie. “I wouldn’t introduce you if I didn’t think she was.”
                When Mrs. Markovich left them alone, Josie whispered to him. “What was that?”
                “Mom’s not big on squares,” he said. “She’s very lively.”
                “And a good cook,” Josie said with a mouthful of cake.
     
                A few weeks later, Nick introduced Josie to
his
bedroom. It was like cracking open his head and seeing his brains fall out—the room was a mess. Wrestling medals were tossed in the corner, textbooks were heaped on the floor, scrunched balls of paper lay next to the bin and clothes were strewn across a chair. Everything was out of order except his bed; that was made. “I cleaned up for you,” he said.
                “I can see,” Josie said looking at a poster of a world map and photograph of the Earth pinned to his wall. “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
                Nick approached her from behind, reached down and grabbed her pussy. “Here.”
                Josie elbowed him away, “You’ve already been there. Where in the world?”
                “Machu Picchu in Peru. I’d also like to see the Ukraine since that is where my ancestors are from. I’m fascinated with the Middle East. It was once the cradle of civilization and now it is the pit of civilization. I’d like to see it before it’s gone. How about you?”
                “Germany, France…anywhere in Europe. Fiji, Bali, Tahiti…exotic, tropical islands.”
                He turned her around to face him. “I’m sure one day you’ll see them all.”
                Josie fingered the buttons on his shirt. “Anywhere with you is fine.”
                Nick pulled her closer and kissed her. He rubbed his erection against her lower belly and a surge of desire pulsed between her legs. Nick kicked the door closed and they undressed quickly. He threw Josie’s naked body on top of his made bed and she wrestled him passionately for position. Josie found herself face down in his pillow. Nick entered her from behind.  Josie raised her body slightly to get a better angle and held onto the window sill next to his bed. She saw the Markovich’s patio and his neighbor shaking out a rug.
                Josie pushed herself back against him and buried her face in his pillow. She breathed in his smell and wished she could spend the night and not just sneak a fuck when their parents weren’t home.
                Nick flopped beside her and breathed heavily. Josie stroked his face. “I can’t wait until you and I can have sex without any time limit.”
                Nick rolled over on his side and spooned her. “I can’t wait until I can fuck you in the morning instead of just masturbating.”
                “Do it now,” she said.
                “What?”
                “Masturbate.”
                “Hell no,” he said. “No girl wants to see a guy jerk off.”
                “I do. What’s the big deal? I’ve jerked you off.” Josie sat up on the bed. “I’ll do it, if you do it.”
                “Are you suggesting