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3 | Wine & kisses (Revised)

I tried to have a life outside of Percy. Everything about him was deeply ingrained in my soul, body, and mind. I didn't want my life to be consumed by him, but he seeped into every corner of my world, coloring it indigo blue. The morning sun bled into my room, soft orange rays spilling onto my bed. Why was I up so early? It was summer; I should be sleeping in.

My phone buzzed beside me. I grabbed it, squinting at the bright screen.

Percy: I want to hang out.
Me: I can't today.
Percy: Don't care. I'm on my way to pick u up. Be ready when I get there.

I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen, about to type a response saying I couldn't. But then I erased it, jumped out of bed, showered, brushed my teeth, and got ready.

My parents were still asleep. Dad was snoring loudly in their bedroom, and Mama had passed out on the sofa, the TV blaring some rerun of Criminal Minds.

I waited outside for Percy. It didn't take long for him to pull up in his Benz, music blaring a rap song that aggressively overused the N-word. I never judged white people for listening to Black artists; music is for everyone. But why did they enjoy rap so much? Black people listen to relate to our culture and the movement. What drew white people and non-Black people to our music? Was it the thrill of saying a word they couldn't claim? Black culture felt like a costume they could try on and take off whenever they pleased.

Percy turned down the music when he saw me, his white cotton button-down shirt open at the collar, hair slicked back. He looked at me, really looked at me.

"What happened to your face?"

I fastened my seatbelt. "Did some boxing with my dad yesterday."

"You box?" His voice held a hint of curiosity.

"No, but when my dad wants to, I do." I knew a few moves—how to be light on my feet and read an opponent—but I didn't really box.

"Teach me someday," he said.

I wanted to say no, especially since boxing felt tied to my dad. But maybe it could become our thing.

Percy drove fast, weaving in and out of traffic. "Where are we going?" I asked, noticing we weren't headed toward his place.

"It's a secret."

"Why is it a secret?"

"Because I want to surprise you." 

We drove for an hour until city buildings turned into pastures, cows grazing lazily in the sun. Finally, he stopped at a countryside gas station. We went inside, and of course, an older white lady behind the counter stared at me. Percy told me to grab whatever I wanted, so I picked up some Slim Jims, a bottle of tropical Sprite, and a share-size bag of Sour Patch Kids.

At the front, the lady kept watching me as she rang us up.

"Twenty-three fifty," she said.

Percy swiped his card, and I grabbed the bags, quietly thanking her before we were back on the road. He turned onto a bumpy dirt road that would definitely leave his Benz needing a wash.

"We'll have to walk from here," he said, pulling the car under a large tree. He told me to bring the bags, and as we got out, I felt sweat trickling down my face in the afternoon heat. I didn't understand how Percy wasn't soaked.

He led me through tall green grass, the path well-trodden and worn down. The sound of water soon reached my ears, soothing and inviting. When I came into view of a small watering hole, the blue waters shimmered like his eyes. It looked cool, and I couldn't wait to dive in.

"You like it?" Percy set the bags on a patch of grass, pulling out two pairs of swim trunks and a bottle of sunscreen.

"It's really nice." I glanced around at the trees encircling the watering hole, their thick branches creating cool shade.

"Here, get undressed." He handed me a blue pair of swim trunks, and I quickly slipped them on, feeling the heat against my skin as I watched him do the same. He then applied sunscreen to me, ensuring I was well coated. When it was my turn, I rubbed it into his skin, our fingers brushing against each other.

Percy grabbed my hand, and I felt an electric buzz pass through our palms. We jumped into the water, the coolness wrapping around me like a welcome embrace.

I climbed on Percy's back, laughing as water splashed around us. He swam with me, our conversation flowing effortlessly—just silly things. Why was the sky blue? He wanted to know more about boxing, asking questions about my dad. Just the mention of him soured my stomach, so I switched the topic to something light and meaningless again.

Later, we sprawled on a big towel under the trees, the summer heat mixing with our laughter. I munched on a Slim Jim while Percy chewed gum to stave off his craving for a smoke.

"You didn't bring cigarettes?" I asked.

"I'm going to quit."

"Why?"

"Abigail doesn't like it."

"I like it," I shot back. "So don't stop."

It felt like taking a piece of him away, like his scent of Marlboros and spice was something I wanted to keep. Our shoulders brushed together, and I stole glances at him as he closed his eyes, breathing slowing. Water droplets clung to his skin, sparkling in the sunlight.

"Abigail wouldn't like that."

There it was—the pang of jealousy surging through my veins. "So? Shouldn't the person you're sleeping with matter the most?"

He turned his head, opening his eyes to me. A small smile crept onto his lips. "I suppose so."

I didn't know Abigail personally—only what Percy had shared: a redhead with a fiery attitude and freckles like constellations. She was pretty to look at, but I couldn't find anything of myself reflected in her. We were different pieces in his life, each keeping him happy in our own way. I wanted to know what he saw in both of us, but I also knew he preferred to keep those worlds separate.

Percy poured red wine into paper cups, claiming it was something his parents had brought back from Italy. This was my first real taste of wine, not that cheap stuff I'd sneak when my parents weren't home. This was smooth, sweet.

As he stroked my earlobes with his fingers, I felt my body responding. I kissed him without shame, licking his bottom lip, tasting the sweetness of the black cherry wine.

When we melted together like this, I felt a little freer.

His hand gripped my waist, pulling me closer. The deeper his kiss, the more intense my need became—my desire for him overwhelming.

Percy's laughter tickled my lips. "Someone is really in the mood."

"Shut up and fuck me," I whispered against his mouth.

"We're out in the open."

"And? It's not like anyone is going to see us."

His fingers dug into my waist as his kiss grew hungrier. He slipped a hand into my swim trunks, and I lifted my ass for him, ready for whatever he had in mind. He took his time prepping me, ensuring I was ready.

No lube or condoms, but we'd done this before. Percy kissed my hole before teasing it with his tongue, licking in soft, drawn-out strokes that made me tremble. His fingers gripped my soft flesh, spreading me open as my mind drowned in pleasure.

He licked along my taint, and I dug my fingers into the dirt beneath me, my body so sensitive that I felt a dry orgasm building, intense and consuming. I panted, wanting more.

"Ride me," Percy commanded, kissing my hole a few more times before planting soft, pepper kisses along my bare ass.