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Subject: {ASSM} Salt Water Taffy by Rachael Ross (m/f, Teen, First, Rom, Cons?)
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Salt Water Taffy

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all right reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: m/f, Teen, First, Rom, Cons?

Note: Originally written for Stasya T. Canine's "Iron Writer"
competition, May 2007.

Salt Water Taffy
by Rachael Ross

The trailer's dark and I have to feel around for my jeans, shoving my
sleeping bag this way and that, sorting blindly through t-shirts and
panties. I find them finally, the same pair I'd wore the day before,
and I hold them to my nose, just to make sure they're okay. Not that
it would matter, all my other clothes are under the bed and I can't
wake up my mom just for a pair of pants. I was sleeping on the hard
little sofa, if you could call it that. Mostly I slept with mom, but
she has company tonight.

I leave the silver Zephyr, all rusted up around the edges, like
everything else around the place. Down two short steps and I look up,
at the stars. This is my time of day, an hour before sunrise, an hour
before anyone else is up. I could be alone now and I smile at that,
because I am alone. I'm just 14, tall and skinny. I hate being skinny.
My boobs are small and my hips narrow and my ribs stick out under my t-
shirt as the wind blows for a moment, making me shiver all alone.

The arcade is boarded up, black and silent as I walk by. Some canvas
flaps in the breeze, and I can hear a man snoring, sleeping in one of
the game booths. It isn't much of a carnival. We've been here for two
days and tomorrow we leave. We're always leaving it seems like and I
look out the window sometimes, seeing houses and yards and tire swings
in the shade. There's no tire swings here though.

Just the plywood shack and I reach into my jeans for my key, hanging
from a pink rabbit's foot. My pants fall down around my hips as I push
and I use my other hand to pull them up. Salt water taffy. The smell
is too sweet but I don't notice. I can't smell it in my hair, or on my
jeans. I flip on the light switch and the puller is there, the shelves
with plastic bags filled with old taffy, all pink and purple. I look
at it for a minute, just standing in the light of that bare bulb above
my head.

This is my safe place. My real home and who I really am. The girl who
sells salt water taffy. Just a part of the world, but not of it, not
really. In this place I'm free. I have my excuse to be alone, my
reason and nobody wonders why I'm by myself. Outside I feel lonely
because I have nothing and nowhere and no one. But here I can smile
and be alone and nothing can hurt me.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I got my head down, on my folded arms, sitting at the counter and
watching people walk by. Old people some of them, frowning at the loud
music coming from the rides. Balloons are popping across the dirt,
some baby is crying; and the hiss of the taffy machine working behind
me, I don't hear that at all. A guy walks by, older than me, with his
girlfriend. And three girls together, friends sharing cotton candy and
giggling. People everywhere, moving around me like I'm an island.

"Hey, baby." My mom slaps a coke on the counter, half a can and she
kisses the back of my neck.

"Hi." I say, watching little beads of sweat roll down the can.

"Take a break for a bit, I got it." My mom pushes me, just a little.
"Go on, take a little walk."

A break from what? I want to ask, but I don't. It isn't her fault. I
sold like eight dollars this morning, but nobody buys taffy in the
morning anyway, so eight bucks isn't bad. I lift my head, pulling some
long brown hair out of my soft brown eyes. I pull it back, like I was
making a pony tail, twisting it around, but I don't have a rubber band
handy, and even if I did it wouldn't matter. I hate tying my hair
back.

"Hey, Taffy, you eat?" Mike's asking me. He has a little booth where
you can try and knock over bowling pins with a rubber ball. He's the
only one I know that can do it. Nobody wins those games, not ever, and
when they do all they get is a stuffed toy worth half what they paid
to win it.

"I'm okay." I smile at him and he's smiling back, but just for a
second because he's looking for a mark too. Just like everybody else.
I learned that early.

"You can't win." I tell a guy, a little older than me maybe. He's
pitching pennies at plates, him and a dozen other people, but he's
alone. Like me maybe, except nobody can be that alone.

"What?" He looks at me. "Why not?"

"I dunno." I smile, a little. "Cause the plates are too shallow
maybe."

"Somebody's gotta win." He says.

"Yeah." I shrug and walk away, dragging my dirty sneakers along the
dirt.

"Hey, wait up..." He's coming after me and I turn my head. "What's
your name?"

"Nobody calls me by my name." I tilt my head a little as he catches
up, falling into step beside me.

"So? They have to call you something."

"Taffy." I tell him, sucking my top lip, just in case he laughs.

"That's cool." He smiles and he looks nice, smiling like that. He's
got sort of long blonde hair, not combed or anything, just pushed back
from his forehead, and soft blue eyes.

"What's your name?" I ask him and we're just walking, not going
anyplace. Past the Tom Thumb Donuts and the guy who does caricatures,
he gives me a little nod and I see the picture he did of me once,
along with a dozen others, taped to the side of his little trailer.

"David." He nods a little, like I might have guessed that. "You live
around here?"

"Me?" I giggle, which is something I hate. I sound like a baby bird
choking and I cover my mouth, trying to take it back. But it's too
late and my face is turning red.

"What?" He's smiling again, looking down at me, because he's a little
taller and I'm looking up.

"I live here." And I try to make it sound okay. "Me and my mom, we got
a little booth. We sell salt water taffy."

"Oh yeah." He combs his fingers through his hair and the wind blows
mine too, so I pull it together, holding it to my right shoulder in my
little fist.

"Go this way." I point with my chin, so we move to the right, making a
turn because we're running out of carnival.

"So you like go to school and stuff?" David asks me.

"Yeah, it's like home schooling." I shrug. "There's other kids here.
You know."

We let that hang for a minute, just walking. I don't know what to say,
I don't even know why I started talking to him, really. Maybe he
doesn't know why he's with me now.

"Do you wanna go on a ride?" David is looking at the little Ferris
wheel and I shake my head.

"No." I purse my lips, thinking. "Do you wanna see where I live?"

"Sure." He looks up at the ride as we walk by. "It isn't very big
anyway, is it?"

"Nope." I smile at him and let my hair go finally, reaching down to
pull up my jeans a little as we have to tip toe through some mud. The
beer garden is there and the melting ice always makes a mess.

"There it is." I shrug, pointing at our trailer, unhitched from our
little pickup truck. Short and round and ugly, with yellow curtains in
the windows.

"That's pretty small." David says and I nod. "Are we gonna go in?"

"What?" I blink at him and brush my hair back. "Oh. It's kinda messed
up in there."

"Yeah, okay." He looks around and then looks at me and I think he's
going to say goodbye.

"But um...If you want to, I mean if you want to see it." I look back
at it. "I guess."

"I don't mind, Taf." He says it soft and I have to look up at him and
he's smiling.

"My mom calls me Taf too." We're walking to the steps and I have to
dig for my keys, making a little face. My jeans push low, exposing the
bottom of my tummy and the skinny bones under my hip.

"I like it." David says. "Taf is a good name."

"Yeah." I say, but I'm looking at the door, hiding my smile because I
like the way he says it too and it makes me feel shy.

"This isn't bad." David shrugs, stepping inside and I follow, pulling
the door closed behind us.

"Well, this is the kitchen." I smile, pointing at the small sink and
the tiny cupboards, a little refrigerator with an electric burner on
top of it.

David nods and I sort of sigh.

"The living room." I gesture at the place where I'd slept the night
before, a small space with just a bench seat, thinly cushioned along
the back of the trailer. I like to call it a sofa, because that almost
sounds real, but it isn't. There's a table that can be set up for
eating or whatever, but that's folded away so we have more room to
move around in.

"What's up there?" David looks at the beaded curtain hanging down in a
narrow doorway, without a door.

"That's the bedroom." I smile. "Me and my mom sleep there."

It isn't awfully messy, only just a little and I talk while I pick up
some clothes mom had hung up to dry, draped over the sofa. I smile
apologetically, but David just nods.

"We're trying to save for a better trailer, a little bigger, you
know." I tell him. "Something with a closet maybe." I joke and he
laughs.

"Do you want a coke? We got some." I glance at the fridge, as if
making sure it's still there. "We can just sit down for a little bit
if you want."

"Yeah, that'd be cool."

And we're just sitting, on that sofa bench, holding our cokes and I've
never done this before. I've never had a friend in my trailer. Never
even had a friend really, except the other people who traveled with
us. I wonder what I should say and then I wonder what he wants to
hear. My heart is thumping and I think that's why, because I want him
to like me.

"Do you..." I start.

"You smell good..." He says at the same time and we both stop, smiling
awkwardly and looking at each other. We don't say anything at first.

"What were you going to ask me?" David finally says.

"Um." I swallow nervously. "I was going to ask if you have a
girlfriend." Thinking that was a bad question now for some reason, and
still trying to understand what he meant about smelling good. I hadn't
missed that.

"No." He shook his head. "Do you?"

"A girlfriend?" I grin playfully and he reddens, just a little.

"A boyfriend, come on." He laughs softly. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah...I mean, no. I don't." I shake my head slightly and drink some
of my coke.

"You're really pretty." And he's looking at me, like he isn't afraid
to, but I am. I look down for a second.

"What do you mean I smell good?" I look up again, biting my bottom
lip. Nobody ever told me that before.

"I don't know." He shrugs. "You um, you smell good." He leans a little
closer, so his shoulder is touching mine, and he's smelling my long
brown hair.

"What do I smell like?" I ask.

"Sweet, like sugar kinda. Sorta...flowery, but..." He laughs, seeing
the look on my face.

"Like salt water taffy?" I'm smiling big, my tongue sticking out a
little as we both laugh. "That's what you mean, right?"

"Yeah." David's looking at me, his eyes darker in the trailer now and
I'm looking at him.

He leans in closer, just a little and I come the rest of the way
because I can feel it, inside me like a secret that I have to share.
He wants to kiss me and I'm scared, but it's the good kind of scared,
the kind that makes you want to feel it more. So I lean close to him,
our shoulders touching and then our elbows, his bare skin on mine, so
innocent, just elbows, but it's him and me.

And I've never been kissed before.

I touch my lips to his and my heart stops for a second, and then it's
over. My heart beats quickly and I let out the breath I was holding
and open my eyes, not even knowing I'd closed them. I should say
something, or drink my soda, or stand up maybe, but I don't do any of
that. I want another kiss and so does David.

His tongue touches my lips and I open them, just a little to feel the
tip moving across them, between them. And we're kissing then, like a
movie kiss I think, like the sort of kiss I've seen and never really
believed in until now. His tongue enters my mouth and it feels
so...strange. But it's nice too and it warms me on the inside, so that
I have goose-bumps on my arms and I shiver, just a little as I feel
his tongue moving over my teeth, licking at the roof of my mouth, and
over my own tongue.

"Oh." I say, just that, like a little gasp, and I lick my lips as
David pulls away slightly.

"Are you okay, Taf?" He asks me and I nod, but I'm not sure if I am or
not.

"Here..." He takes my coke and puts it with his own on the floor, out
of the way, and he sits back down, closer to me, with his arm behind
my shoulders and his thigh pressing mine.

"I like you a lot." He tells me.

"I like you too." I whisper. "I've never kissed before."

"It's okay." He smiles, like he knows all my secrets already.

David kisses me again and this time it's even better because he's
holding me. I put my arms around him, our faces turned at angles so
our mouths are open wide. His tongue is teaching mine how to move, how
to play and I follow it into David's mouth, licking and teasing and
feeling my body flushing hot beneath his gentle embrace. It's a long
kiss, and when we pause it's only so that we can breathe, our lips
close together, our eyes staring into each other's and we smile.

When David's hand rubs my tummy I arch my back, enjoying that feeling
and when he moves higher, cupping my left breast, I moan into his
mouth. I don't stop him; I don't want to stop him. My breasts, small
and soft are aching almost painfully and the presence of his hand
through my t-shirt is a comfort. My nipples are hard and long now,
David plays with one as we kiss, and I'm nodding slightly, dragging my
bruised lips across his, telling him it's okay.

"Touch me...here..." David whispers and I feel dizzy, the room is
spinning and my heart won't slow down. He takes my hand, placing it on
the lump in his pants, the small bulge and I know what it must be.

"David..." I blink at him, trying to focus.

"It's okay, Taf...This is nice, right?" And he kisses me before I can
say anything more.

I squeeze him, rubbing that part of him most hidden from my eyes. I
feel it stirring as David shifts his hips, turning more towards me,
and his hand moves under my t-shirt, across my skin so that I shiver
once more, all of my senses wide awake. I can smell him, and taste
him, and feel every movement of his body. His heart is beating against
me and I can't tell it from my own. Our breath is shared between
kisses, the humid air moving between our lips.

This must be love, I think. I'm in love with him and I wish it to be
so. I'm dying for love and here it is. Nothing else could ever feel
this way. I don't want him to stop kissing me, not ever. I want to
live in that moment, in that place forever. I try to tell him, my lips
forming the words, but no sound escapes; only the soft moans beginning
deep in my tummy, so far down where the butterflies live. They're
rising and tickling me from the inside out.

I move my hips, wriggling just a little, shifting against him so I can
press my braless breast against his sweaty palm. I feel small then, so
small, and his hand covers me completely and I curl my fingers at his
neck, holding him to my mouth. My sex is awake, that's what it is, and
I squeeze my thighs together because it feels good to do that, even
necessary. I've never felt this way, not even in my dreams and when
David begins to lift my t-shirt over my head, I can't refuse him.

He's taking his off too and I feel only slightly embarrassed, being
looked at by a boy. He's looking at my breasts and my quivering tummy
and down to my jeans, pulled so low that he can see the waistband of
my panties, pink against my pale skin. My tummy is hollow and they're
drawn tight so that there's a gap between my panty and my skin, and
perhaps he can see beneath that to the soft swell of my sex. I don't
know, I don't care, because I see him as well. His smooth chest,
darker than mine, but only slightly. Hairless and clean and his small
brown nipples, so different than mine.

I think I've never seen a boy before in my life. This is the first. My
first, my David and he smiles, reaching down as he half-stands, half-
kneels with one leg on the sofa. He's unbuttoning my jeans and I'm
breathing so hard. Something is caught in my throat and I don't know
what to do with my hands so they flutter like wounded birds, and I
look down, watching as he opens my pants slowly. Unzipping them,
spreading them wide so we can see my panties.

"David...Please..." I want to tell him something, but I don't know
what. I should stop this. I should tell him no.

"I just want to see you, Taf...That's all..." He's whispering, sharing
a secret. "Let me see you, okay? You're so beautiful, Taffy."

And I squinch my eyes shut tightly, as if it hurts to be seen, but it
doesn't hurt me at all. I lift my hips, helping him, kicking my legs
and the cool air feels good on my skin. He pulls my shoes off, so that
I'm barefoot, and then my jeans. Over one pointed foot and then the
other and I'm sitting there in my panties, breathless and frightened
and so excited by it all that it aches, like a cramp in my tummy.

He's taking off his own shoes, and then his pants, quickly now, much
more quickly than he undressed me. And it's like I blink and he's
there, wearing just his plain blue boxers, next to me again and we're
kissing once more. Where did that time go, those precious seconds?
What's happening, how did I get here? I swallow hard and his tongue
fills my mouth. I feel us falling back and his chest is against me.
But he's not heavy, he covers me like a warm day and my breasts are
pressed flat against his chest and I feel his hand on my thigh.
His hardness is there as well. I can feel it moving against me,
beneath a small wetness, damp and cool on his boxers. He's rubbing
against me while we kiss and his hand is going higher on my leg,
finding the soft dimples at the top of my thigh, squeezing me and
making me groan.

My tummy is tight, twisting into knots and I kiss him desperately,
trying to focus on that one thing, but everything is a distraction.
His hands, his hardness, his legs and the soft hair against my calves
as we move. My nipples burning, dragging against his skin, sticking
against him so that they're tugged for a second before they give way,
back and forth. All of it demands my attention.

We're moving, in some rough semblance of sex and his hand is on my
panty, pressed to my mound with his fingers between my thighs so that
he holds me like that. I'm gasping against the pleasure, almost
fighting it and I can feel myself greasy and humid, my inexperienced
sex burning inside. He's massaging me, making me feel it, making me
want it.

When David pulls my panties aside, and his fingers touch my virgin
sex, I stiffen at the unexpected rush sweeping through me. I've never
had an orgasm before, not even a little one, and I have no experience
to tell me what it is that I'm feeling. I lift my hips against him, my
thighs opening and closing as I'm so confused. I want him to touch me
more, I want him to stop, I just...want.

I can't breathe or think and David's finger drifts between my plump
folds, swollen now and wet, and I feel his finger touching me, that
part of me meant to be given in love. He can feel it too, just there,
just inside and I'm shaking, clinging to him and begging him to stop.
I need time, I have to think, I have to figure out what all this
means. But he won't let me, and my body conspires with him, betraying
me.

"Stop...please...Don't do this to me..." I whisper.

I've been crying, but only because it was so good. Just for a minute
or two, and then it passed, but long enough to wish all of this away.
I'm not ready, my eyes tell him, and I'm too young. I don't understand
any of it and I want to love him. I do love him, but I don't know for
sure. I'm pleading with him because I can't stop by myself.

"I love you, Taf...Let me just feel you..." He isn't stopping. He
won't stop and I want to believe him so badly.

"But I..." I whisper and my hips are moving by themselves.

"Just a little, inside...I'll be careful. I won't hurt you, Taf..."
David tells me and I believe him. I want to believe him more than
anything.

"Do you promise?" I ask, my mouth curled down at the corners, my lip
trembling because I'm going to cry again. "You love me?"

"Oh yes." He says and his eyes are so blue and I feel his hand tugging
at my panties and I want to run. I want to hide. But he loves me.

"Okay." I swallow hard." I...I love you too."

I can feel him moving and I wait while he kisses my face, my neck and
cheeks. David kisses my ear and I hear his voice telling me I'm
beautiful. His penis is there, but I can't see it. I don't want to,
I'm afraid of it. I open my legs slowly, reluctantly as he pushes. I
surrender and hold him with my arms around his neck.

He's rubbing his penis up and down slowly, looking for the entrance
and I'm so small, just a girl. I close my eyes when he finds it, when
I feel my sex being split by that dull round tip of his penis. And he
pushes, his left arm beneath me, his hand coming up to hold my own
left shoulder as I lay there facing him.

"Owwwmmmm...." I grimace, moaning between tightly pursed lips as he
pushes inside me.

It hurts, like a knife between my legs and I feel myself being ripped,
like I'm made of paper. My hymen is broken forever and I shut my eyes
tight and think of other things. I bite my lip and tears run down my
burning cheeks and my sex is being torn as he thrusts harder, forcing
all of himself inside. David grunts and he brings his right arm up,
moving so he can grip both of my shoulders tight with his strong
fingers and he doesn't kiss me. He doesn't whisper in my ear. He
doesn't love me. He just stabs himself into me as hard as he can and I
close my eyes, thinking of salt water taffy.

end
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