you did inspire me up there,” he pointed with great passion towards the band room. “In this city?! Where no one gives a shit if you’re shot right in front of them – you inspired me to do better. The city that never sleeps, huh? Am I the rabbit or the wolf?” Jimmy held his hands out, waiting for an answer.
“I…” Nathanial ran a hand through is greasy blue hair before fixing his hat back on his head. “I think there’s a bit of rabbit and wolf in us all.” He glanced back at the girls. “In any case I’m so glad I inspired you,” Nathanial said. “Its not easy when you feel like the world’s given up on you but that’s when you have to come back and say hey, fuck you world!!!” Nathanial got his spirit back, pointing like the world was in front of him and he was cursing it out. “Fuck you cause I rock and you suck!!!”
Jimmy looked totally dismantled all of the sudden.
“I suck?” He sounded so defeated.
“No,” Nathanial quickly retorted, trying not to laugh. He picked up on Jimmy’s sensitivity right away. “I was saying the world sucked, like as if the world was in front of me – never mind, its stupid. You took it out of context or whatever. Listen, Jimmy, I’m so glad you came out and enjoyed the show. Thanks for the support.” Nathanial wanted to dance. He’d never wanted to dance so bad in his life, but Jimmy spoke once again, giving a quick sidestep to block Nathanial from walking off.
“How do you do it?” Jimmy asked with great, breathless vigor. “It’s just amazing – the songs sounded so great – you must work really – really hard, practice I m-mean.”
“Yeah, we practice twice a week and it is hard…” Nathanial was doing his best to be nice.
“I know, I know. Its hard here no matter what you do. No one appreciates anything – it is never enough.” Jimmy stared at Nathanial, waiting for him to respond. Nathanial looked around, hoping Jimmy wasn’t alone and a friend would come looking for him.
“You are really…magnificent though, you glow, you have this light in you. Must people are dark. Most people’s light has gone out or never burned at all.”
“Listen, thank you,” Nathanial responded with a proud smile that time. “You are really kind.” He hoped this would be it. He really wanted to go dance. Almost three songs had played since he got up from the booth. Three! Jeremiah was probably getting laid right now, banging the hell out of that hot Sopranos dancer.
“Where are you from?” Jimmy asked, his interest in Nathanial had gone to new levels.
“Uh…Ohio.”
“Oh, Ohio,” Jimmy laughed. “If you say it backwards it almost sounds the same.”
Nathanial gave an awkward nod.
“I get…things get so crazy here sometimes I can’t rem-remember where I’m from,” Jimmy stammered.
Nathanial laughed a little.
“Not all the time – some…sometimes I can’t. I know where I’m from though. You know where I’m from?”
“Where?” Nathanial asked just because he felt he was supposed to.
“New York! Right here,” Jimmy flashed a tight grin. “So maybe I want to forget, huh?” he reached out and gave Nathanial a playful punch in the chest. Maybe it was because it was so unexpected but it hurt a bit.
“Right, okay. Listen, I need to find my friends but thanks again. I appreciate your feedback.”
“Hey, don’t run off,” Jimmy followed him. “I wanted to inquire about how to get a CD.”
Nathanial was starting to wonder if Jimmy’s enthusiasm was some kind of sarcastic joke.
“Okay, I have some at the booth.” Nathanial pushed and shoved his way through the crowd until he got to the table, with Jimmy right behind him, so close he might as well have been the skin on Nathanial’s back. He stared down at the name. This Is Probably A Bad Idea…But I’m Going To Do It Anyway.
“They’re five bucks each,” Nathanial said, his back to Jimmy.
“Oh I’d pay ten, twenty even,” Jimmy hovered. “I especially liked that song where you mentioned formaldehyde.”
“Yeah, okay.” Nathanial turned around with his CD. Jimmy handed him a twenty and Nathanial turned to get his change. When he turned back around, Jimmy had vanished into the crowd.
6 “Let Him Go”
Late of the Pier’s Space And The Woods was booming through the speakers as Nathanial finally found his spot between Marisa and Clair. Marisa slipped her hands over his shoulders, signifying she’d been waiting for him. She got very close to him. He stood with his back against her and faced Clair. Clair ran her hand along his cute face, down his warm neck, over his sharp adams apple. All of the sudden inhibitions were gone. Sometimes he made her feel like a vampire, she just wanted to dig in. The club was brimming with sinister energy and it seemed to crackle between the three of them. The booze and drugs had taken over everyone’s systems and they were dancing stranger, and everyone’s perception of those around them was different, and everyone would swear the song playing was booming from their own heart.
Marisa moved so Nathanial’s cute little ass was against her crotch and she ran her hand under his shirt. Wow, he was so warm. Warm like a piece of candy left on a leather seat of a car in the summer. A hot-blooded, durable boy…
She turned him around, she couldn’t wait any longer to kiss him. She grabbed him, felt him against her, and his tongue pushed against hers. They kissed long and hard, finally crushing all those long days of desperate fantasies with the real thing. Her hand slipped down to his belt buckle and she felt how hard he was, and big, impressively living up to two months of crazy fantasies.
“I want you,” she breathed into his ear. She couldn’t stand it, she’d never felt this longing before. Meanwhile Clair was trying to get some of his attention. Wow. He’d always fantasized about two girls at once but now that it was happening he could hardly keep up. And did he want to kiss his best friend?
He turned around to face Clair. Her eyes were filled with need, expectations. His head spun with all sorts of thoughts. This redhead was ready to go and he didn’t know her at all and could have so much fun with her, but Clair? Thankfully, Clair acted first, shimmying down his body and inhaling the smell of his crotch as his head fell back with Marisa’s hand running through his hair. She’d put his Wilco hat on her. Normally he’d never let anyone wear it but right now he was too overrun with pleasure to give a damn. Clair’s mouth and hands were touching his dick and Marisa’s hands went down there too.
“Oh…shit…” Nathanial shut his eyes, getting lost in fingers…
“Hey,” Marisa said to Clair when she came back up. “Let’s take him somewhere,” Marisa said. “Where we can have some real fun.”
Don’t pass out, Nathanial told himself, even though he’d never felt this level of euphoria in his life, not to mention he was pretty wasted.
They drunkenly pushed their way through the crowded club and made it into the bathroom where Marisa proved to be an aggressor. She pushed Nathanial against the wall and gave him a crazy kiss and pressed her hand against his flat stomach then up across his chest to his neck where she momentarily strangled him. Then she yanked his belt out of his jeans and handed it to Clair.
Marisa turned Nathanial to the side and looked at Clair.
“Wrap it around his neck,” she instructed Clair, holding the belt out to her. Clair had never done anything like that before. The sex she had was mediocre at best.
“Do it, Clair,” Nathanial begged. Clair, somewhat amiss, took the belt as Marisa took his shirt off. The smell coming off Nathanial’s unwashed body was pretty crazy, but it didn’t seem to bother Marisa and Clair actually expected worse.
Clair stood behind him, feeling like this was amateur S&M hour. How tight should she make the belt? She placed it around his neck and pulled on the worn leather ends as Marisa went down on him. Clair stared in astonishment as Marisa tried to get his huge cock in her mouth. So that’s what you’ve been missing, that’s what he won’t fuck you with because you two are just friends, Clair surmised. For the next few seconds al
l Clair could do was obsess over the face Nathanial was making. He would squint as if in pain and then his eyes would open and flood with pleasure. His head fell back, and the process started all over again. Clair pulled tighter on the belt and he made a louder sigh, then it turned into a long moan and Marisa took him out of her mouth.
“Stop,” she told Clair. “Let him go.”
Clair removed the belt and Nathanial slid down against the wall and Marisa mounted him. His dick was as hard as it was going to get. In fact he looked very close to coming and she wanted him inside her before that happened. Marisa was the kind of girl who always had an agenda, Clair would come to realize, even when it seemed like she didn’t.
He slid up inside her and she felt like her entire body was going to split in half. She kissed him hard until she had to stop and just breathe. Her face reddened and she pressed her warm cheek against his neck as she rode him. Clair watched, amazed at what she was seeing. The smell of sex painted the walls.
“Oh my god…” Marisa sighed, her head falling back. “Oh…JESUS!” Marisa’s hand shot out and slapped the wall. It was almost too much…he was too much, but she kept going.
Clair meanwhile tried to find her role in all of this. She knelt behind Marisa and felt her softness – her supple breasts, her amazingly tender thighs. She’d never touched a girl other than herself until now. It was a very pleasant