Packing Light, Staying Heavy

The car hit a pothole as it pulled out from in front of Indira's apartment building. Joey hardly noticed. He was, after all, a little occupied.

For someone who hadn't had much, if any, experience with boys, what Indira lacked in experience she made up in enthusiasm.

"You two alright back there?" Donna, his mother, asked with a giggle in her voice as she turned onto an arterial road.

Joey could tell that she loved this. Not just that he and Indira were sitting in the back seat of the car making out, but the whole situation. Donna loved being a mother, and now everything she was seeing was a reflection of how great a mother she was. Once again Joey had used his power to try to help, but hadn't thought about all the consequences to everyone in the room.

Maybe it would all work out this time, though. Having his mom think that she's a good mom wasn't bad, was it? And having Indira's mom back off, letting her daughter express her feelings to Joey couldn't be bad in the long run, could it?

Indira's fingers found their way up Joey's t-shirt and began to feel his body, skin to skin, while her lips remained committed to his own. She moaned in a way he'd heard his other girls moan when they got excited. The change to Indira was overwhelmingly intense. The girl who had, until a couple days earlier, had no discernible relationship with Joey was now bananas for him. The only time Joey could remember Indira ever looking at him at school was during classes where she excelled and he didn't, the looks of utter disdain she would flash at him each time he got a question wrong or got called out for being distracted.

And of course Joey kissed back. While they were still getting to know each other, he had to admit that Indira was an incredibly beautiful girl. He slipped his hands around behind her and slid his own hands inside her tight top, pulling her closer. Had his eyes been open, Joey would have seen the drivers of other cars rubbernecking as they passed, watching the young people enjoy each other so intensely. Not that he would have cared. Having beautiful women kiss him was now par for the course for Joey Granger, and the shy, nervous reactions he used to get at extra attention were starting to be left far behind.

Like back at the apartment, when Indira had scrambled out of her bedroom and launched herself at him, landing straddling his lap, kissing him in front of her mother. That type of thing would have mortified Joey in the past. The last thing he would have wanted was to be noticed, to be singled out. But as Indira had wrapped herself around him, Joey had discovered that he didn't care what anyone thought. Indira wanted him, and in that moment he wanted her. That was enough to justify what was happening.

"Looks like your daughter is quite smitten with my son," Donna had said to Indira's mother once Indira had taken to grinding her groin against his. "That's good. It shows that she understands that a woman needs to own her own sexuality, that they need to feel free to express it with the right man."

"But does she need to express it so... strongly... at the dinner table?" Neha Patel had asked, taken aback.

"I see no reason not to. We are all adults here, and she obviously feels very deeply about him. We'll have to trust that she knows what she's doing, that she's making good, adult choices."

And so the kissing had begun. But it didn't end at the table. As their mothers talked, Indira and Joey tested the limits of the wooden dining chair they were collectively perched on. As their mothers made plans to meet up on Monday evening for a visit and to go shopping, Indira and Joey had made their way to the kitchen countertop. As their mothers said their goodbyes, Indira and Joey awkwardly locked lips as they stumbled out of the apartment and onto the street.

Joey's experience with women had grown exponentially in the last few days, but he'd never met someone as insatiable as Indira. The only time she released him was to run to her room to pack a bag. She was, Indira had informed her mother, staying over with Joey for the night. Maybe for a few nights. She'd let her know later. Standing in front of Neha Patel, raging erection tenting in front of his jeans, while the older woman stared at him as if she had no idea how to react to what she'd just witnessed, was one of the most awkward moments of Joey's life.

Luckily, a few moments later, Indira bounded back to him, bag over her shoulder, and commenced kissing once again. He'd never felt so grateful for chapped lips in his life.

The car turned, pushing Indira into Joey. Her hand slipped out of his shirt and down to his belt. For a rare second, she pulled away from his lips and looked down at her hand, at his erection, then up to his eyes, as if she was asking permission. Joey smiled. Her hand continued its journey, touching his penis through the strained denim. He shook for a second at the pleasure of the touch.

"Thank you," she breathed, before locking lips with him once again.

"Maybe you kids should calm it down for a second," Donna said from the front seat. "We're home."

Joey looked past his new girlfriend and saw that they had, in fact, pulled into their driveway. He leaned back, causing Indira to made a small, whiny mew as she kissed the air left between them. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he grinned at the girl in the backseat with him.

"Let's go upstairs," he said.

"Yes please!" she replied, eagerness in her voice.

Out of the car, bounding for the house, Donna was there with her keys already.

"You two have fun tonight," she said, "But remember, it's a school night, so I'll expect you to get at least some sleep."

Door unlocked, Donna swung it open, only to be met by two women waiting by the door.

"Oh my," was all she could muster as she took in how they were dressed.