Snowballs and Kissing Cousins
College was like a buffet for me. As an English major the majority of my classes were about ninety percent female. The males in my classes tended to be either hyper effeminate, super awkward, or completely disinterested in women all together. I was older, ex-military, and didn’t look like a guy that could quote Dante.
“You’re like a frat boy, with a geek switch,” Gina had said as she poured me another Crown double.
Jay laughed. “So, right!” he exclaimed.
I took a moment to process the description. I could see valid points, but I also wasn’t sure her intent.
“Does that mean I’m dumb or smart?” I asked.
“I think it means she can fuck your body and your mind,” Jay offered.
Gina smiled.
Gina’s smile of admission was the first indication that there was any serious interest from her. We had been around and around with tons of flirty witty banter, but nothing more than that. We were like two prize fighters sizing each other up, dancing around the center of the ring waiting for the other to make their first move. It wasn’t a matter of me being scared or lacking the courage to move, I felt like it was a more a matter of principle. If she wanted me, she had to show me. There was also the influence of her on-again off-again cousin Jay.
To this day I’m not sure how Jay fit into the picture. The two were from the same small country town, and to hear them tell it they escaped together and traveled the forty-five minutes down I-55 to attend the same university. Jay was crude, over-the-top, he loved loud colors, and was unabashed about his sexuality. He liked it all. If it got him off, he was game. He and I were kindred spirits in our approach to sexual experience. He just had a preference for big black clocks and I liked my women vulnerable, broken, and down for a good time.
Gina bar-tended Friday nights at the Applebee’s near my apartment. It was while she was slinging drinks that we had our first ever conversation. We had seen each other in class, but at the start of the semester I had my hands full with a Pre-Med student and a Drama major. Gina was just another cute perky blonde among the ninety-percent.
My Friday night ritual soon became closing down Applebee’s and then walking across the parking lot with Gina to Daiquiri’s & Crème. After a few weeks of this routine Jay started tagging along like off balanced third wheel. He too was in our class, and my impression of him was a that of a complete prima-donna. I was hyper metro at the time, but he took metro and made it chic.
Gina and Jay were pretty much inseparable. There were times they claimed to be kissing cousins and other times they mentioned they were just related by marriage. I’m not sure if this was used to excuse the closeness of their relationship. How they would both sleep completely nude in the same bed, or make out during drug fueled binges. There was never a dull moment with them, and I liked that.
“Cousins are cousins, right?’ I had asked one night.
Gina skirted the question by running off to the back of the bar, leaving Jay to answer the question that was left hanging there in silence.
After a long pause, Jay leaned in. “We’ve shared everything,” he said. “We share an apartment, a car, we share drinks, bills, and sometimes men and women.”
Jay took a long pull off of his Vodka Cranberry. It was as if he were collecting the words in his mind and forming them into a deliberate sentence.
“I know how it looks,” he said. “We bring it on ourselves. Thing is, we don’t care. It’s who we are.”
I had nodded, content to let that be it.
The memory of that question had come back to me. I could feel the shift. Jay was pushing me towards Gina, and Gina was more accepting. Why now?
“Frat boy with a geek switch?” I asked her.
Gina smiled a sheepish smile before lifting my glass and wiping the water ring from the bar.
“Show me your boobs,” I said as she started to set my glass back. It took her a moment to register the demand. She looked up at me and her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. She then looked to Jay accusingly. Jay threw his hands up signaling it hadn’t come from him.
“No!” she said in hushed voice just loud and emphatic enough to express her shock and surprise. She immediately looked around, but was she looking around to see if she drew attention, or because she was considering my request?
Jay seized the moment and put his arm around my neck. “You would deprive this nice hetero male?”
Gina looked around again.
“Do it,” Jay ordered. This time in a forceful tone.
Gina dropped her rag on the bar cooler beneath her, she closed her eyes and lifted her black polo shirt up high enough to where it covered her face and then quickly dropped it back down. The quick action exposed her small perky breasts. Rainbow tipped nipple piercings dominated each one and drew your eye. I had already seen them numerous times. She never wore a bra, so there was a lot of inadvertent flashing whenever she leaned over to pour drinks or pull beer from the coolers. My demand was a test. It was my ways of figuring out the score. I knew flashing wasn’t a huge step, but the fact that it took Jay to push her told me all I needed to know. Jay was in charge.
This revelation came with some unease. I had picked up on the dynamic between them early on. Gina always looked to Jay for answers and reassurance. When we were alone, she looked to me for similar, but whenever our rickety wheel was rolling with us, Jay was always her first look. I didn’t like that. I felt machinations around me, like I was being maneuvered and manipulated. Was Gina flirting with me because she liked me, was it because Jay was telling her to, or a little of both?
These thoughts consumed my mind. I replayed past instances where their dynamic had been exposed. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being handled. My mood had shifted, I could feel it. I was sure the others could feel it. It was almost like Jay was in lock step with my thoughts.
“Hey hot thang!” He called loudly to Gina, “Get us shots!”
I was in a much better mindset by the time Jay and I walked to the club next door. That mindset lasted about five feet inside. The club was a funky mix of eighties music, hoochies not old enough to buy alcohol, and much older men posted up on the far wall more than eager to provide said hoochies with all the libations they could handle.
It was supposed to be club night, but to the owners that meant a cheap eighties tribute band with a name based off some random pop culture reference. The interior of the club was fairly well lit. I immediately got the vibe of a high school prom meets senior citizen dance if that was a thing. To my left the females had all massed near a slightly elevated stage upon which the bad was situated. There wasn’t a lot of dancing. The young women just sort of massed in a large loose huddle they talked and swayed to the beat of the music. There was about a twenty-foot gap from the huddle to the line of middle-aged guys who leaned against the far wall. Most of the guys were past their prime, fossils from an era when this place had been a happening spot a decade before. I couldn’t help but hear Matthew McConaughey’s famous line from Dazed and Confused. I get older, but they stay the same age.
The stenches of Old Spice and Drakaar Noir dueled in the air and assaulted my nostrils as I stepped further in.
“The smell of desperation,” Jay said as he breathed in deeply and then offered a flamboyant twist of his head.
He smiled.
It was now time for him to do his entry walk through the gap that parted the men from ladies. He had told me it was to let all know that he had arrived. I had asked who all was, but he just said everyone. It was an act. I don’t know if he did it for attention, to signal any would be prospects, or to incite the ire of the gaggle of rednecks in the far corner. It was probably a combination of all three. I just hung back. I never needed to make an entrance.
“Diva time!” He said.
Jay locked his hips and then began an over exaggerated prance through the no man’s land that awaited. I took a moment to survey things. I scoped out the group of girls, and then made my way over to the bar to wait for Gina who had to close up next door.
Gina arrived after about twenty minutes. She had slipped on a denim skirt and tight black halter top. She took a look around and just shook her head as she sized up the selection of guys lining the wall behind me.
“Where’s Jay?” she asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, “No clue.”
There was tension between Gina and I. The music didn’t make it easy to converse. We ended up getting drinks and making our way over to watch the band. Gina stood in front of me and sort of leaned back against me. There was something that felt right. I wrapped my left arm around her.
The first notes of the next song roared from the speakers. The crowd around us cheered. Gina turned and put her arms around me, in that moment I knew exactly what to do and I leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft gentle kiss. Our eyes locked and we kissed again. The crowd around sang the song word for word, it was The Outfields, “Your Love.” It seemed appropriate.
“You want to use my love?” Gina asked.
“I want to use all of you,” I said. “I’m greedy like that.”
“And I like that about you,” she said with a sly smile.
Gina was quiet, her skin was warm to the touch. Sweat was beading up on her forehead. She wiped it away with her forearm. We stayed there in that moment for several songs. I held her there, our bodies moving in unison to the music.
“Fuck, it’s hot,” she said. “I’ve to get out of here.”
Gina pulled away abruptly and made her way to the door. I followed her outside and halfway across the parking lot.
“What’s up?” I asked.
Gina stopped as I was walked up behind her. Gina’s eyes were fixated on the pavement and she just shook her head.
“I’m fine,” she offered.
“I know better than that,” I countered.
Gina slowly turned to face me, but wouldn’t look me in my eyes. I stepped close to her and used my index finger to lift her chin. Her eyes were shifty and red.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
Gina shook her head.
“What’s the deal with you and Jay?”
She looked up, “What do you mean?” she said in a defensive tone.
“Just asking what’s up there?”
Gina shook her head again.
“Just don’t expect me to be around too long,” she answered.
“Didn’t we just agree on tonight?” I asked jokingly.
The joke hurt though. I saw Gina’s eyes tighten and grow distant. She brushed passed me and headed back into the club.
I stayed outside, taking in the night air, and watching various couplings of old men and young women leaving together. At least someone’s getting lucky tonight, I thought.
I sat down on the curb trying to think about my options. Jay had picked me up earlier in his beat- up Chevy Blazer, so I was essentially stranded. I didn’t want to pressure Gina or impose on Jay. I was stuck, and unsure about what to do about Gina. I had never seen something turn so quickly. I played it back in my head, all I could come up with was that the tender moments between us scared her. Touched something in her. She had to recoil before it became too real.
My buzz was wearing off, I could feel the tinges of a headache coming on. I needed to drink, a lot. As I made my way back to the door to the club, Jay, Gina, and a heavy-set black guy game busting through the front door.
“We’re off!” Jay announced.
“Going to take Vincent home,” Gina said.
“This is Vincent,” Jay said as he hugged and pointed to the heavy-set man.
Unsure of the plan or my involvement with it, I just let them pass and head across the parking lot. Jay turned and tossed me the keys. I took that as my cue to drive.
“Where to?” I asked as I looked at Vincent.
“Covington,” Jay answered. Just drive down by the armory.
I nodded. I knew the general area they were talking.
As we walked to the Blazer Gina was quiet, and remained distant. Jay and Vincent got into the back and Gina went around an took the passenger seat. I wanted to say something, but opted to wait until we were alone. So, I drove.
The two in the back wasted very little time. We weren’t even out of the parking lot and Jay already had Vincent’s cock in his mouth. I could hear deep guttural moans. Deeper than any sound Jay could produce.
“Yea, yea,” Vincent whispered.
I looked over to Gina, her eyes were fixated straight ahead. As if she were either oblivious or ignoring the action behind us. On the long stretch of straight highway that cut through town, I was able to keep an eye on Gina. Her eyes shifted every so often to me, and then back to the road. She never looked back.
There was loud thump as Vincent had lifted up and hit his head on the roof of the Blazer. Out of instinct I turned to look as Vincent had mounted Jay. Jays face was pressed into the upholstery and the rest of his body was swallowed by dark brown flesh. Jay exhaled a loud breath as Vincent pushed inside him. He breathed deep and moaned.
As I returned my attention to the road, my eyes met Gina’s. She was now watching Vincent pound Jay. Her eyes lit up. She smiled and ran her hand along my thigh and then to the growing bulge. She nursed it gently to life. She looked up at me, as if seeking permission. I smiled.
Gina’s mouth met my cock. I struggled to maintain control. The sensation, though I had expected it, sent a shiver down my legs. I relaxed and let her take me deep in her mouth. Up and down, she worked. She worked the shaft, and then the little sliver of sack that she could reach. She crawled over and propped herself up against the center console. Her rhythm intensified. We hit a red light that came along at an opportune moment. I leaned back and let her work.
I heard a loud deep moan from the back. In the rear-view I could see Vincent jacking his load into Jay’s mouth, followed by a healthy gulp. The sight and sensation made me harder. Gina noticed.
“Use your hand,” Jay directed from the back seat. His flush faced pierce the darkness as he leaned into the front of the vehicle. Gina did as Jay had instructed.
She pulled her head up and wiped the corner of her mouth before returning her hand to my cock. She worked it up and down, and alternated speeds. The light had long since turned Green. I had enough awareness to pull off into a bank parking lot.
“Shit man cops,” Vincent had said. No one paid any attention.
Jay watched as Gina stroked me. At one point dissatisfied with her effort, he reached over and grabbed her forearm and guided her.
“You want to fuck her?” Jay asked.
I took a deep breath and focused on the sensation.
“She will fuck you if you want to fuck,” he said.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t acknowledge anything he said. I was close and as my load build up I instinctively grabbed the back of Gina’s head and guided her down. She didn’t need much guidance. She took every ounce. As she lifted up and she and Jay shared a look, and then their mouths met.
“What kinda fucked up white people shit is this?” Vincent said. I wasn’t surprised.
“Kissing cousins,” I said.