Playing With Fire

AN: I took this down a while ago because I’d wanted to rewrite it so that it takes place in the real world. But because this is just something for fun, I kept putting it off and then never got around to it. I decided to just deal. So, all these annoying little inaccuracies you’ll find in here…and all those places where things don’t really make sense…I ask that you try to suspend belief until its over because obviously I’m far too lazy to do this right! Thanks.

BTW, This ‘future’ is loosely based on the future society in the television show, ‘Dark Angel’, not entirely but that’ll give you an idea of what I was going for. Also, to start this again, I’m posting up until the last place I left off which was uh…chapter 4…and I’m adding chapter 5.

Playing with Fire

Jack was nibbling on Talia’s bottom lip, pulling it deeper into his mouth with each bite. Well this is new, she thought. He was keeping the nips gentle so she didn’t protest against it and to be honest, she liked it. She might try a little of that herself when he was through.

“Mmm…” he hummed against her. “I like the lime.”

She smiled. That was courtesy of Rebecca and her special lime spritzer. Talia had been experimenting with flavors ever since Jack told her he could taste the chocolate syrup on her lips. Rebecca’s lime spritzer was bitter but Talia had sipped it heavily, thinking about Jack. It pleased her to know he liked it. Maybe she’d have a little tomorrow too.

He deepened the kiss again and let his hands wander. In the beginning, Talia had pushed him away when she felt his hand on her breast but after the cheeky bastard explained he wasn’t going to jump her, she let it go. She was afraid then that her inexperience had shone through but Jack never let on if he suspected. Once he got the A-okay to pinch, squeeze and rub, they were back in action, Talia’s moment of reluctance forgotten. And she had to admit, he was good with his hands.

They’d been going like this for four days now. Not consecutive, on account that she had to stay late Thursday but steady enough so that if ever the girls got to talking again she’d finally have something to tell. And Jack wasn’t just some box boy from the next sector, like Jessica was always bragging about. He was a grown man who was obviously far more experienced than Talia had originally thought. All the better for her, she grinned. Not just because Jessica would finally have to stuff it when she came round to Talia in their gossip sessions but in the back of Talia’s mind she was noting every caress, every touch, every moment that made him shiver – and thinking of Brevin.

Jack leaned back into the apple crates and pulled Talia onto his lap. He was kissing slowly down her throat when he pulled at her hips so that she ground down on his pelvis. There, she felt him hard riding up against her. Talia wiggled and pulled away, glancing down sat Jack’s growing erection with disapproval.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, still reaching for her throat, “It can’t be helped.” And he pulled her down again, this time kissing at her lips while his hands roamed beneath the back of her shirt.

It was pushing against her though, distractingly, so that while Talia tried to keep up with Jack’s mouth her mind was wandering to other places. Jack didn’t seem to notice. He was just nibbling at her ear when he pulled her hips close again and finally Talia pushed him away.

“Alright, what is it now?” he moaned.

“Its getting in the way.”

“Its supposed to.” He rolled his eyes.

“Well, its bothering me.” She shifted her hips so that she was resting on his knees, staring down at the tent of fabric. Scrutinizing, she tried to imagine what it must look like, all tight and hard under his cargo pants.

Jack glanced down. “What?”

Still looking curiously she asked, “Can I see it?”

He laughed at her question, as he always laughed in those moments Talia revealed her innocence. But then he was smiling up at her with a strange expression playing around his eyes and his hands traced her back again, pulling her closer. “Does this mean we’re moving things forward?”

She quickly pushed him back. “No. It means I want to see what you’re packing.”

“Packing?” Jack chuckled. She’d heard the other girls say this. It didn’t seem so ridiculous. He looked like he was considering it for a moment but then he shook his head of sandy blond hair. “Nope. No game.”

“What? Come on, you were about ready to pull it out anyway.”

“Well that was when I thought I’d get something out of it.”

“Just let me see it.”

“Why? It looks like everyone else’s.” His lip curled upwards then he was kissing her again.

Back to the tongue play, Talia ran her fingers through his hair and drank him in. But it wasn’t long, however, that she remembered her irritation and was pushing him away.

“Just let me see it.” She groaned.

“No. Besides it’d only work me up more. What’s the fascination anyway?”

“Basic curiosity…” She sighed, biting her lip. Not quite true. The more he resisted the more she wanted to see what he was so keen to hide, not really because she was interested but because he was refusing her. She wondered fleetingly if this might be how he was feeling about only getting to feel her up. She used his own words to get him. “Come on, what are you afraid of?”

The words glanced off him as easily as it did her. She should have known. He gently nipped her chin. “I told you my conditions.”

“And I told you *my* conditions on Tuesday. We’re not fucking around.”

“Why not? It’s a lot of fun.” He rubbed his hands around the base of her back where it curved toward her small ass. “Don’t you like to fuck?”

“Of course I do. I’m just particular about it that’s all and screwing around with a man I hardly know in a warehouse, with no condom doesn’t fit my criteria.” Which would be true - if she wasn’t a virgin. But of course Jack didn’t know that. At least she hoped he didn’t.

He laughed, one of those laughs that made her think he could see right through her act. She felt her eyebrows pinch together in a scowl. “Fine. You want a fair trade right? Okay then, if I get a peek, then you get a peek too. That’s fair.”

“You mean, ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’?”

“Yeah.”

He rolled his eyes. “Why do I feel like I’m in grade school again?”

Talia’s scowl deepened. He was always making cracks at her age, like she was some kind of baby. A greenie, niave little innocent – which probably wouldn’t sting as badly if it wasn’t true. A whole seventeen years old and Jack the liquor greaser had been her first kiss. Not that Jack wasn’t the type you’d want to be your first kiss, it was just embarrassing to admit that nobody had tried before.

“Forget about it then.” She said irritably.

“Hey, I didn’t say no.”

“Didn’t you?”

“An offer like that? Of course not. One penis coming up.” He giggled low.

Talia scooted away from Jack’s lap and watched as he unzipped his pants to reveal what was springing to be released. At first glance it wasn’t that impressive. She’d seen a penis before in the magazines her sister kept up in the closet. Up close it didn’t look all that different. Fleshy and tight, it bound out from between his zipper like some sort of rubber toy. It was big though, not as big as the ones in the magazines but she couldn’t imagine it ever fitting inside her. God, no wonder the girls were always saying the first time hurt, besides the whole hymen thing of course.

Jack was leaning back against the crates with his head tilted, watching her study his anatomy. When she found his eyes again, his brows lifted high.

“Well?” he asked expectantly.

“What?” Did he want her assessment?

“Aren’t you gonna take those off?” He nodded to her pants.

“Right now?”

“That was the deal wasn’t it?”

Talia flushed. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed. No, she was totally game for this, but there he was…exposed. He must have seen her thoughts flash across her face because he started laughing again.

“You’re not afraid I’m gonna jump you or something are you?”

“No, I just…” but she felt her cheeks redden more.

“Okay, okay. I’ll put it away. There.” His pants zipped again, Jack crossed his arms and smiled. “Okay, go.”

Talia pulled at the waistband of her pants and underwear all at once until they were bunched where she knelt on the floor then rested her hands on her hips.

After a moment of silence Jack frowned. “Stop teasing, come on.”

“Huh?”

Again, his eyes rolled. “Talia, we had a deal and it didn’t include me taking it out just to get a look at some kids pubic hair. Stop playing around and spread them.”

Oh. Realizing he was talking about her legs, she kicked herself again for being so green. At least he thought she was kidding around. She sat back so that she was leaning against the warehouse wall and tugged her pants to her ankles where she slipped out of one leg and proceeded to give him a wide view of her vagina.

It wasn’t exactly warm in the warehouse and she waited for the moment Jack would tell her he was through with the examination. But from the way his eyes remained locked between her legs and his brows moved further and further into a concentrated gaze, she didn’t think it would be anytime soon. She rested her head against the wall, getting comfortable.

Though Jack was crowned with light hair, his eyes were dark brown. Talia had only ever seen such a combination on one other person, Bo Barris; the Boss who ran The City and that was from a distance with Rebecca whispering this little fact into her ear. Becca thought brown eyes and blond hair was to die for, in fact, she’d been the one who first pointed Jack out to Talia from the shop window while he and his ‘friends’ made a delivery. Of course, Jack had never given Rebecca a sideways glance but Talia had often caught him smirking up and down at her when no one was looking. Sometimes she wondered if he did the same thing with the other girls when no one was looking.

Jack breathed a long heavy sigh. “Beautiful, Talia.” he whispered and tugged at his crotch.

Talia couldn’t help the slight smile spring to her lips. She felt a little proud thinking again of the girls. Would he say the same of Jessica? Rebecca? Michelle who was busty and blue-eyed? The man had to have been around the block a time or two – she was certain of it, and he was calling her beautiful…well part of her beautiful. Suddenly her thoughts flitted to Brevin. Would *he* call her beautiful?

Jacks breathing was now coming in short. “Listen, Talia, you wouldn’t mind keeping them open while I get myself off would you?”

Her eyes were wide. “What?”

Across from her Jack was rubbing at the crotch of his pants, looking frustrated and desperate all at once. “I warned you this would happen if we pulled them out. I’m not exactly excited to wait for it go from great to awful so just help me out here, will ya?”

She wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about but he looked so distressed she was ready to give in. Still…

“I won’t touch you. I promise.” He said solidly, and not just a little bit annoyed, but whether he was annoyed because of her distrust or because of her rules, she couldn’t tell.

“Fine.”

Jack had himself out again. He licked his palm, which Talia found curious, and then wrapped his hand firmly around his hard penis. Comfortable against the wall, Talia watched as Jack well…jacked off. This was another first for her. He moved tight over his length in quick jerking movements, all the while staring at Talia. Not just her open legs but all over, which surprised her and made her flush. In fact, watching him grunt like that while looking to her eyes was sending the flush all around her body so that it was no longer cool in the warehouse but warm and growing warmer still.

Maybe if she wasn’t so…so spread she would have handled it better. When she opened her legs for him she’d felt a little shudder at the thought of what she was doing: exposing herself so plainly for a man. If her father knew that she was sitting in a dark warehouse while some guy got off on her naked vagina he’d have whipped her. It was one of the few occasions she was thankful he was spending his time somewhere up above.

Jacks grunts were growing shorter and she found that her own breath was coming in fast as well. Without thinking she gently ran her finger over the slit of her opening, then brushed against her clit. This was one of the few things that wasn’t new. Talia knew all about masturbation but she’d found that her fingers weren’t nearly as good at the job as her sister’s vibrator which she’d discovered stuffed under the bed more than a year ago. Still, with Jack going on like that she wasn’t sure if she could wait for the vibrator. Her five digits would have to do.

More forceful than she’d intended, Talia began to work her clit, moving slick over the already hard nub in a rhythm to match Jack’s hand. Yeah, this was better. She slid her hand further down, replacing the job at her clit with her thumb and carefully slipped a finger into her opening. She was practically dripping.

“Oh my God, Talia.” Jack groaned when he saw what she was doing. Her hand paused. “Don’t stop. Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Shut up.” She moaned, rubbing again and pressing harder this time trying to get there as fast as she could. It was coming, but too slowly for what she wanted, even though she rocked her hips into her hand. “Ugghhh…” she groaned, almost irritably.

“Fucking hell, Talia.” Jack whispered, jerking frantically now apparently spurred on by her groping.

His eyes met hers just before she fluttered them closed, enwrapped in her task and sighing. Somewhere beyond her lids, Talia thought she heard Jack gasp in succession, coming onto his hand. Great she thought. He gets off and she just gets frustrated. Why did she agree to this anyway? She pushed against the wall behind her, throwing her hips onto her jerking hand and almost feeling the ecstasy rise inside her. But not quite.

Moments of reaching for rapture left her aggravated until suddenly her fingers were being pushed away and someone else’s was taking their place. Talia’s eyes sprang open. Shocked and breathless she began to protest to Jack who was hovering over her.

“Take it easy, kid, I’m just helping you out.”

And he kissed her mouth, slipping his tongue between her teeth just as he swirled and tickled her clit like she’d never felt fingers move before.

Oh. My. God.

It didn’t take long after that for her to come. The sensation of feeling his hands where they shouldn’t be was certainly enough to do it but increase this factor by Jack’s flitting finger and she was riding this for all it was worth. And oh, how she came. Throwing on his hand, which kept its movements, clutching his shoulders while she choked into his neck that smelled of spice and brandy until finally the spasms subsided and she relaxed absolutely spent.

Talia’s eyes were closed when Jack kissed her again, gently this time and she responded in the same manner, as if she could do anything else. He was tenderly rubbing her bruised clit, sliding slowly up and down her slit.

Suddenly she felt his finger penetrate but she pushed him away before he could go too deep.

Jack was on his knees, pants zipped and wearing a knowing smirk. But that could have been her imagination. He cocked his head.

“Nice tight passage.”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “I’m picky about who I let in.”

“I wish all girls held that sentiment. It’d make sex a hell of lot better.”

“*If* you were one of the few allowed to pass.”

“Oh no worries there.” He said confidently, then made an annoyed face. “Except of course in this case.”

Talia didn’t take much notice. She was buttoning her pants. “What time is it?”

“Quarter to.” He mumbled, glancing at his silver wrist watch – something you didn’t often see in The City. Talia figured he’d bartered it from one of his deals. “You’re late for your piano lessons.”

“Damn it.”

“And you missed a button.”

“Damn it!”

He pulled her to her feet and brushed the stray hairs from their little interlude back behind her ears then cupped her cheeks. For a moment he held her face in his hands, searching her dark eyes. The look about his features and that played along his lips gave the impression that his next words were going to be a little more touching than they were.

“Alright, get out of here kid.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically and pushed him away hard.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She called from over her shoulder.


***


Quietly, Talia crept between the pews, holding her book of prayers tightly in her hands and hoping to God that Aunt Alice didn’t see her come in late. Luckily Elise was sitting near the back, like always, with her head bowed pretending to pray. Talia slipped in next to her sister without a single head turning in her direction.

“Where have you been?” Elise whispered from the corner of her mouth.

“Mr. Blazier asked me to run an errand for him on the other side of The City.”

“Jeez. How did I know it’d be some kind of do-gooder task? And I thought for a moment there you might be stealing my title as the rebellious one. You are so predictable Talia.”

“Aunt Alice hasn’t asked about me has she?”

“No. Lucky for you she was tied up with Mr. Frenswick about the community project next week otherwise your ass would be fried.”

Talia glanced around the church. “Elise keep it down.”

“What? I can’t say ‘ass’ now? Its too vulgar?”

“Just ease up will ya?”

Her sister snorted into her steepled hands. “By the way,” she began again. “Brevin is head of the new committee. He was just announced today.” Elise cast Talia a sly look. “I guess this means *you’ll* be joining up soon.”

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Whatever. Like I said, Talia, you are so predictable.”