“You’ll see,” she said, smiling at him over her shoulder.
Kenny didn’t have to wait long to see what Larissa was holding in her hand when she returned to the living room. It was a marijuana joint and a lighter. Waves of shock slapped at him. Not only was he entertaining a girl in his home while his mother was away, but she was inviting him to smoke dope with her.
He’d smoked it for the first time the year before, when he, Frankie, and Ray had gotten together with some other boys in the basement of a building inEl Barriothat was slated for demolition. The smoke had burned his eyes and chest before he felt a calming sensation that left him so lethargic, it had taken a while before he was able to stand upright unaided.
Although he enjoyed the effects of smoking weed, he’d never purchased it for himself, because he didn’t want to risk being arrested and sent to prison. Frankie knew a dealer, and whenever Kenny felt the need to indulge, he gave his friend enough money for a few joints. He’d made it a practice never to smoke in the apartment, and prayed his mother would never discover that her son was an occasional pothead.
“I don’t smoke in my house.”
Larissa smiled. “But you do smoke?”
Kenny nodded. “On occasion.”
Her smile grew wider. “I hope this is one of those occasions, Kenny Russell, because you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us.” Larissa flicked the lighter and lit the joint. She took a drag, held the smoke in her mouth before slowly letting it out, then handed it to him.
Kenny sucked in a lungful of smoke, feeling its effects immediately. It was stronger than any herb he’d ever smoked. Then she was kissing him, and tearing at his clothes. Bending slightly, he picked Larissa up and headed for his bedroom.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered in his ear.
Kenny realized he was high, but not so high that he’d forgotten what Frank had lectured him about using a condom when sleeping with a woman. The only exception would bemaking love with his wife. Larissa wasn’t his wife, and at eighteen, he had no intention of becoming a father.
Pulling back the blanket, he placed her on the mattress, then walked over to a chest of drawers to retrieve several condoms he’d secreted under several T-shirts. Returning to the bed, he met Larissa’s eyes as she watched him slip the latex sheath over his erection. Smiling, she extended her arms, and he got into bed with her.
Within seconds of joining their bodies, Kenneth Douglas Russell forgot almost everything he’d been warned about having girls in the house when his mother wasn’t there. That underage drinking and smoking marijuana could lead to more addictive substances like heroin and cocaine. And she’d pleaded with him not to make her a grandmother until he was old enough to support a woman and his children.
Kenny felt himself floating, and he knew it was from a combination of drugs and sex. He buried his face against the column of Larissa’s scented neck when her legs circled his waist, allowing for deeper penetration. It no longer mattered that he’d found her too aggressive for his liking, because she was offering him the best sex he’d ever had.
Larissa bit her lip when she felt the flutters in her vagina grow stronger and stronger before realizing she was going to experience an orgasm for the first time since having sex. She’d slept with boys since turning fifteen, but was left unfulfilled and wondering why she felt nothing with them. However, something told her the first time she smiled at Kenny, and he returned her smile, that still waters ran deep. That his aloofness was a foil for a sensuality that could turn a woman on with a single glance.
She could feel the heat of his body course down hers, from her head to her toes, as she moaned with the erotic pleasure that made her feel as if she’d been transported to a place she’d never been before. Then, without warning, the first orgasm came, followed by others overlapping one after another.Larissa could not disguise her body’s reaction to Kenny’s lovemaking, when they climaxed at the same time. She didn’t know how long they lay together, their bodies joined.
Kenny lay on Larissa, supporting his greater weight on his forearms. He knew he had to get up and discard the condom but loathed pulling out of her warm body. Larissa Rossi, drugs, and sex were a lethal combination. He was glad she was going away for college, because if she remained in the city, then he knew it would be impossible for him to stay away from her.
“Where are you going?” she asked when he pulled out.
“I have to throw away the condom.” He had to dispose of it and clean up any evidence of their smoking and lovemaking.
Sitting up, Larissa caught his wrist. “Can I spend the night?”
Kenny looked at her as if she’d suddenly taken leave of her senses. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said you can’t, that’s why.”
Her eyes grew wide. “That’s the thanks I get for letting you fuck me.”
He slowly shook his head. Kenny didn’t want to believe that because they’d made love, he would give in to her demands. “That’s where you’re wrong, Larissa. You fucked me, not the other way around. You can use the bathroom to clean yourself; then I want you to get your things and leave.”
“Fuck you, Kenny Russell!” she shouted.
He grabbed her shoulders in a firm grip. “Don’t push me,” he warned in a dangerously soft voice, “or I’ll toss your naked ass out the door, and lock it behind you. What’s it going to be?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Good.”
Kenny waited for her to go into the bathroom before he walked to the kitchen and discarded the condom in thegarbage. Now, in hindsight, he realized he’d made a grievous mistake in opening the door for Larissa Rossi. He had to know she was clingy when he’d gone to her home after graduation. He’d been willing to spend the rest of the afternoon with her and then escort her to her car when it came time to leave. There was no way he was going to allow a woman to spend the night with him in his mother’s house. If he wanted to spend a night with a woman, it would be at a hotel or motel.
