A/N: If I really knew anything do you think I would actually tell you? This is fiction!!
Chapter 162: Debbie IV—Small Satisfaction
“Mimi!” Debbie gasped with laughter, her arm around the Frenchwoman’s child sized waist as they stumbled into the parking lot. The air was biting with a dry cold but it felt good against her skin which had a sheen of perspiration upon it. She closed her eyes, trembling. “Did all of that just happen?”
Michele giggled and Debbie felt her cheek press against her shoulder, her warm breath was heating through her clothing. Debbie felt as if all her senses were swirling into a dizzied high made only more wobbling by Michele’s perfume.
“Well I have to say is a success, no?” Michele whispered. “You have what you want.”
Debbie opened her eyes and narrowed her eyes at Mimi, seeing her in a completely different way now. She could still feel the waxy lipstick on her own mouth, the soft body pressing against her, a small heated tongue. Yes, a tongue! Dammit Mimi had taken full advantage of her in that five minutes, a hand up the inside of her thigh, grabbing at her blouse. Of course the men loved that, didn’t they? And what about Michele? Well from Jacqueline’s account, Michele wasn’t above enjoying another woman. Still, it was a bit worrisome. Debbie didn’t dislike it half as much as she thought she would have.
“What I want?” Debbie exclaimed as they walked to Debbie’s car in a brisk pace. “Mimi you wanted that game as much as I did, weall did! We got what all of us wanted!”
“That’s not what I meant,” Mimi whispered into her ear and Debbie felt the goose bumps prickle all over her flesh. She closed her eyes and stopped outside of her car. She felt all over again, Joe’s hands, rough on her body, pressing her against the door, lifting her up around his waist. And everyone had been outside! It had been insane, she had held her moans in check, gnawed her lip to keep from screaming and letting them hear.
Debbie grinned but she didn’t look at Mimi whose body was pressing into her own, and Joe’s heat was still fresh enough in her that she rather enjoyed Michele’s touch. “I can’t believe he did that!” Debbie murmured, “Everyone must have known!”
“Oui,” Michele whispered. “Is sweeter that way sometimes.”
As they stood in the parking lot, quietly, sharing warmth between each other in the cold, winter air they saw a bus swing into the next lot. Debbie recognized it as a team bus and she knew all of the New York Rangers were in there. What time was it?
Debbie sighed and she looked Mimi in the eye, as soon as she did Michele kissed her on the mouth, a hard, mannish kiss. Debbie’s eyes widened in shock and she pushed Michele away, eliciting only a throaty laugh from her. “Mimi!” Debbie exclaimed. “Don’t do that, don’t get any ideas!”
Michele laughed harder before she calmed, wiping a tear away. “Debbie you go on home, I think I will stay here for a little longer.”
Debbie frowned. “What? How will you get home? What about the children?” Michele shrugged. “They are still at your house yes? Then I will meet you there in an hour or so, or just bring them here, if it isn’t a problem. I can always take Patrick’s car, I have his keys.”
Debbie grimaced, she could see the sudden workings spinning within her friend’s mind and it was a bit frightening. She decided that she didn’t want to ask what Mimi was plotting now. “No it’s fine,” Debbie sighed, “Just don’t cause anymore trouble than we already have.”
Michele smiled. “Not for our boys! Never! Au revoir.”
Debbie
watched Michele saunter back into the
“So what does that make me?” Debbie whispered to herself.
A decent woman wouldn’t have slid her fingers almost all the way into her panties the way Michele had just done in that locker room. A good woman would not have nipped her lips with her teeth and squeezed her breast. Above all, the decent people did not live and speak the way Mimi did. The wives had been right the entire time about Michele technically. It seemed she had been guilty of everything they had accused her of and which Debbie had defended her against when she didn’t even know her personally.
Then again,
Debbie had discovered quickly how loyal Mimi was to her babies and to
Debbie sighed at the stoplight and looked at her watch.
Usually at a stoplight she was accustomed to sinking into depressed thoughts. There was always an empty ache in her gut that reminded her of night after night of Joe’s neglect to her body, or his quick, half hearted almost apologetic fumblings. Now it was different. There was a small satisfaction that was rolling in her, something she wanted to cuddle and nurse almost as if it were an infant.
Joe’s grip had hurt as he had dragged her into that darkened office and Debbie had been half afraid that he was going to do something terrible to her in there. She had regretted everything she had just done and been angry with Michele for coaxing her into going with it. She had never before seen Joe this angry with her. What was going to happen? He wasn’t going to hit her, was he? Debbie would never have believed that Joe was capable of anything like that but the look in his eye.
“Joe,” she had gasped, squeaked in a pleading tone. “Honey, I’m…”
But before she could say a thing Joe’s mouth had been on her own, in a tight, almost painful way. Her back had hurt as he shoved her against the coach’s door and his hand. Oh dear Lord his hand had been…. “Joe!” she had gasped when he had pulled his face away from her, giving her a chance to breathe.
“Isn’t this what you want?” he growled. “This is how you like it?”
No! Debbie’s mind had screamed. No I don’t like it this way, forced in a coach’s office as if I were some dirty little groupie he had picked up in the… “Oh dear” she had gasped when Joe had found her under her skirt, his weight holding her against the door as her legs wrapped around his waist.
“You smell like her,” Joe murmured, his movements drowning Debbie in pleasure. “It’s all over you.”
“Do you like that?” Debbie had gasped.
His teeth! Oh Heavens his teeth had flashed over her chin!
“I’m not sure yet,” he whispered.
No! Her mind had screamed again. This isn’t romantic, he’s messing it up again, he’s ruining…..
Her mind had went silent at that point as a raw animal passion she had never before thought she would ever experience began to poison and swirl in her brain. Right or wrong didn’t exist anymore, neither did love or tenderness. It was simply about pleasure and sex and finding that pleasure as fast as possible before reality and time took it away forever.
A new wave of perspiration was beading Debbie’s skin by the time she had pulled up to the driveway of the house. Her throat was closing and her heart was throbbing with the memories that were mixing together in her mind until she couldn’t recall anymore if she had been filmed kissing Joe and Mimi had raped her in the office.
And there was a small satisfaction in that.
Swift
Current,
“He’s watching you, Debbie. I saw him again this morning. It’s kinda scary!”
Debbie wrinkled her nose and closed one eye as she looked at Jessica and she took a bite off her sandwich. “You are such a liar Jess!” she snapped. “You’re just trying to spook me. There’s no reason why any one of them would be interested in me.”
Her friend grimaced and with her pale brown eyes, she motioned to the other side of the cafeteria. “He’s watching you right now,” she whispered.
Debbie felt a boil in her belly somewhere in-between fear and excitement and she glanced in the direction Jess was motioning to. His pale, silvery blue eyes were the first thing that registered in her mind. It was obvious that he was looking at her. He wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t frowning. He was just looking at her.
“Omigod!” Debbie exclaimed, blushing and looking back at her friend, “Jess! He’s giving me The Look.”
Jess slowly nodded. “Yup, it’s The Look all right.”
Debbie slowly shook her head, knowing that she would never be able to digest properly again. She tossed her sandwich onto the lunch table. “Jess,” she hissed, “He can’t be looking at me like that I’m… I’m a… GOOD girl.”
Jess shrugged. “Hey they all start out that way right? You’re doomed!”
Debbie wrinkled her nose and tossed a piece of her sandwich at Jess. “Shut up, you know I’m not a puck.”
Jess laughed with a nervous edge. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t be joking like that. I just thought I’d give you a heads up… Debbie, hon, he’s still looking.”
Debbie grimaced but she refused to look back at him. “Nooo,” she said slowly, “Jess he’s like seventeen, I mean I’m way too young for him.”
Jessica shrugged. “Fifteen? Shucks Debbie you know those boys ain’t picky.”
Debbie shut her eyes and cringed feeling a rumbling discomfort in her guts. It was a discomfort that had been plaguing her with a worrying frequency over the past few months.
“I’m sorry,” Jess said and hugged her. “What are you gonna do?”
“I don’t know,” Debbie whispered feeling a blistering grief in her chest.
It was The Look. All the girls at Swift Current Comprehensive High knew what it was. The small Bible belt town’s darling was the boy’s hockey team the Swift Current Broncos. Those boys were the sons of the town and they partook of every privilege they could reap. What they wanted more than anything was girls, girls, and girls.
The boys loitered in the malls and whistled, and they stared at them through the glass partitions at the seats and shot pucks at the glass to get the attention of the girls. A girl could bat her eyes at them and get more whistles, retort and get a taunt or ignore them a receive barbs. Those were the Good Girls. Generally, they weren’t bothered much.
A girl was as good as dead if she got The Look. It was a stony, piercing expression that almost chilled ice into the veins instantly. Debbie had seen it before when one of the Broncos would stop whatever he was doing and give The Look to a certain girl who would pass him by or be in his line of vision. It was a label. It meant that boy had picked that girl and for all intents and purposes, no other boy should get near her because she was already his… whether she knew it or not.
Of course more often than not, when a girl got The Look, usually there was excitement. It meant that she would be an official girlfriend, not just a lovesick admirer or just a plain old groupie. It meant status.
Debbie didn’t fully buy into that, however. She saw how Susan Mayrie always had black eyes and bruises all over her. She saw how her Bronco boyfriend would drag her around into rooms and halls and scream at her. The Look never seemed to her like it was anything at all what it was cracked up to be. Former girlfriends were always pale, shaking ghosts of the girls they were before. On top of that, everyone looked at a former girlfriend as a used creature, a dirty girl. A former girlfriend had rumors spread about her by the rest of the team and everyone saw her as a slut. No, Debbie didn’t want that at all.
In the bathroom, Debbie leaned forward and peered at herself in the mirror. Why would he look at her like that? She didn’t feel pretty. She was too skinny, too pale, her hair was brown, and her eyes were brown. She didn’t feel like the type of girl that hockey players liked.
“Isn’t he billeting with a beauty queen?!” Debbie exclaimed as Jess joined her at the sinks and began washing her hands.
“Yeah,” Jess replied. “He likes you I guess.”
Debbie wrinkled her nose and withheld the sudden urge to smile. He was living in the same house as a beauty pageant contestant and he had picked her! There was a small satisfaction in that. Debbie didn’t make eye contact with Jess. “Erm, well, I mean have you heard anything bad about him? I mean about the other guys, yah, but about him? What has he ever done if you think about it.”
“Oh no, Debbie don’t,” Jess said. “That’s how these things always start!”
Debbie shrugged. “He speaks two languages too!”
Debbie saw Jess roll her eyes. “Debbie he speaks Croatian, that’s not a language that’s just gibberish.”
It was two weeks of The Look, and Debbie could barely take it. By now the whole school knew that she was marked and it was getting close to embarrassing. Before all this she’d had two boyfriends and she had been on a few dates with Scottie Danvers, but now he was nowhere to be seen. Scottie was cute too! It was infuriating.
Debbie rolled it over and over in her head. It wasn’t fair to be marked by a Bronco and done nothing with! She was a leper to absolutely every cute guy in the school her age all because of this dumb hockey oaf! What was even worse was the fact that even though she now officially belonged to the team, she had nothing to show for it. This guy had never asked her out, he had never talked to her. She had no wild tales to tell of a near brush experience with something life changing and possibly traumatizing. There was nothing even remotely interesting that had happened.
It wasn’t fair. Life always seemed to be like this for her. Nothing interesting ever happened to her and she was always good old Debbie. At first when she was labeled Bronco property she had been terrified of the consequences. She had gone to bed crying that night imaging that within a week she will have been forced to do depraved acts in their coach’s basement and she would become pale and trembling and raving in some therapists chair.
As the week passed into another and the days bled into another there was only The Look. The initial rush had disappeared from it and it had all gotten rather monotonous. It was just a dumb, spotty faced, skinny necked jock staring at her and not doing anything about it. Damn the boring bastard. It would be her luck that she’d attract the only Bronco with no balls.
Debbie sighed as she peered up at the top shelf in the school library. H.M. Honeydust’s History of the Champlain was the assigned reading. She looked from side to side and didn’t see a stool anywhere. She wrinkled her nose; she wasn’t in any particular mood to go looking for it either. She stood on her toes and reached for the book. She was still a few inches short.
Debbie groaned and making sure no one was looking she stepped onto the bottom shelf and reached. Still an inch short. It was stupid. Debbie knew it was a stupid move but she wasn’t compelled to be smart at that moment. She was angry. She stepped onto the second shelf and reached, but her fingers pushed the book in further out of her reach.
“Shit!” she growled and she practically stomped onto the third shelf.
There was a loud creak from the bookshelf and Debbie’s eyes widened in horror when she realized that it was wobbling. She cursed again and jumped off the shelf and that’s when she realized that it had toppled to one side and was now swinging back towards her. She screamed and closed her eyes and that’s when she felt the force of something hard and warm slam into her body and pin her to the carpet.
At first she had thought it was the shelf smashing her into the ground but then she smelled the scent of cologne and sweat, and the feel of clothing and an alien pulse. The heart was throbbing feverishly and she could hear the books slamming down onto their bodies and it was suddenly silent.
“Oh my God!” someone cried out. “Was anyone hurt?”
“I saw Debbie was over there!” someone else yelled.
Debbie kept her eyes closed tightly she felt his pulse and listened to his breath over her face. Obviously, whoever this was had thrown himself on her to prevent something terrible from happening. She didn’t say anything. She just listened to the sounds of the librarians and janitors hauling the shelf up and clearing books off them.
“What the hell you kids doing, aye? You got rocks in your heads aye?”
Debbie groaned and her eyes were still closed as her savior put his arms around her and pulled her to a sitting position.
“You OK?” his voice was deep and slightly nasal.
“Yeah,” Debbie whispered, “You really shouldn’t have, it was my own stupid…” She opened her eyes and saw the eyes first. They were His eyes. They were silvery blue and he was no longer giving her The Look. “Omigod.”
“You kids are gonna pay for this you know.” The librarian yelled. “Horsing around and messing up my books! You’re both going to stay after and clean this up, every last book is going to be in alphabetical….”
He turned his face away from Debbie and looked straight at the librarian who closed her mouth and paled. “Oh,” she muttered, “I didn’t know it was you Sakic. Look, if you’re not hurt you can just…”
Debbie raised her eyebrows. Of course, he was a Bronco and they never got disciplined by any of the teachers. They got away with anything they wanted. She had always thought it unfair that they got such special treatment but if in this case it would help her out, then there was something to be said for it.
“Er yeah, yeah look Mrs. Crimshaw,” he said, “I…I…I got to get to practice today but if you let us off for today how about we help you out every morning before school for a month aye? How would that work for ya?”
The librarian’s cheeks flushed and she nodded, “Yes, yes, Mr. Sakic, that would be wonderful. Go on to practice, Jim will help me clean this up.”
“It’s not fair you know, Sakic,” Debbie said breathlessly to him as they left the library and stepped out into the sharp, late fall air. His hand had been in the small of her back the entire time, warm and pulsing. No boy had ever walked with her quite like that, with his hand resting there and not trailing lower. “You guys get away with everything.”
“Joe,” he said. “My name is Joe.”
Debbie blushed. “Joe,” she whispered. “My name is Debbie.”
“I know,” he said quietly and he was looking at her again with silver eyes.
Debbie swallowed hard and she could feel her bottom lip tremble. His hand was still on the small of her back. She gazed at him, noticing how thick his neck actually was with muscle. His hair was raven black and longish, soft looking. He had a smattering of acne on his forehead where all the hockey players had it.
She couldn’t remember what she had been telling him, she knew that she had tried to be mad at him. What had she been trying to say?
“You can kiss me,” she said breathlessly, and she closed her eyes waiting for his lips to ravish hers, to leave her gasping and possessed just like the other hockey girlfriends. She decided that she wanted to belong to him.
There was no kiss and she waited and finally she opened her eyes. As soon as she did their eyes met again and he lifted her hand into his own and murmured, “I have to get to practice. It would really suck if I was late you know.”
Debbie could feel her eyebrows crinkle in something akin to horror. He wasn’t going to kiss her? What had she done wrong?
He lifted her hand to his lips, his hot breath skimming over it. He kissed the back of it and then he turned it over and kissed her palm. Debbie felt all the blood swell within her body and tickle through her skin. He finally pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist and he just stood there, a quick flash of a tongue and then he let her go.
Debbie couldn’t breathe. Was this really happening? Had she just stumbled into the prince she had always wanted? Finally, he smiled. She couldn’t remember ever seeing him smile before, not like this. It was warm and there was already a crinkle to the corners of his eyes. It was a wonderful smile.
“Don’t forget. Come to school a couple hours early so we can help in the library aye?” he said.
Debbie nodded vigorously.
“It’s a date!” he laughed and he clapped his hands together and turning around, he jogged away from her, away from the school and to his hockey practice.
Debbie exhaled and sucked in all of the air she could. Joe Sakic. She liked that name. He hadn’t kissed her though, not really, so why was she so exhilarated? She pressed her fingers into the still damp, sensitive spot on her wrist. No, he hadn’t really kissed her but there was still a small satisfaction there.
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