Kennedy Chase (gratefulgrace) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-03-06 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ken, kennedy |
Thursday April 16th 2009
Who: Kennedy
What: Picking up a professional
Where: Boston
When: Evening
Rating: PG 13
It had been a brash and hasty decision, and Ken was regretting it. He had been determined to try out everything in life that he had been missing, to see what there was to see, to let loose on his morals. After all, they hadn't gotten him anywhere anyway. Last week he and Lupe had gone drinking, and since then he'd tried all sorts of things. Wine had been the most palleteable so far, but his taste buds were getting used to vodka based drinks as well. He had tried a cigarette as well the other day, but that habit hadn't lasted long. It had tasted disgusting and he felt absolutely nothing from it except the need to cough. Drugs were still untouched, and probably would remain so, mainly because he had no idea how to acquire them. That left only one thing to try, something that he did know how to get ahold of because he had seen enough films.
Sex. Something everyone talked about and something Kennedy had never done, had never even gotten close to doing. But it was a major part of life, and he didn't know anyone over the age of fifteen that hadn't experienced it. And while he still felt unsure about doing it, part of him was curious. But he couldn't just ask someone about it. How would that conversation even begin? So he had done what made sense- he'd called in a professional. The girl, Celine, had seemed very nice on the phone and she was equally nice in person. She was lovely as well, with long auburn hair and she smelled like passion fruit, and the slit in her dress rode so high up her leg that he thought maybe it was like a run in a stocking and it would keep going without clear polish to stop it. It looked like a dress Lupe might wear.
Celine had been patient with Ken's nervousness, with his initial hesitation and reluctance. She had been sweet while she fixed him a drink, while they had talked awhile to calm his nerves, while she had slowly slipped out of her dress and walked toward him. She had even laughed softly when he'd mumbled a soft prayer right before her lips touched his, as she laid herself out over his body and caressed his face and felt his heart hammering hard beneath her chest. His breath was quick, his lips slow in moving with hers, and his last clear thought was Oh, God as his shaking hand rested cautiously on Celine's waist.