Part 6
“Pacey,” Joey moaned, “Please, please.” Pacey looked up from his place between her legs, taking in his girlfriend’s desire filled eyes, her tousled hair. Joey’s skirt was pushed up to her thighs, her opaque black tights were pulled down to her knees. Her lavender cotton bikinis were pulled to one side, and held there by Pacey’s left index finger. His right index finger was inside her. The rest of his hand was busily moving over the bared flesh, aching and wet. Pacey smiled a little and removed his hand from her completely, despite her breathy moans of protest. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over her clit once. Feeling her tense beneath him, he pressed his tongue against her again, this time a little harder. She gasped a breath between them at the touch. This wasn’t new for them, they’d done this before, they’d even done this in the back of the Witter station wagon before, but it always felt new to Joey. It felt like home to Pacey. Breathing in the heady scent in the air, watching Joey’s hips arch towards him, feeling his own ache grow, he was happy. So happy he barely noticed the couple down on the beach, a few yards away from his car. He plunged his tongue into Joey’s wetness, his thumb stroking her clit as he set a slow, torturous rhythm.
Joey moaned again, softly, almost a sob, a sound Pacey knew well. A sound Pacey loved because it was reserved for him to hear. They’d been getting more intimate ever since Christmas. Ever since Joey put Dawson into the correct place in her heart. The small part, the part reserved for first loves. A place you tend to forget as much as you feel chained to remember....the place where a fifteen year old girl might find magic in a rusty ladder leading up to a boy’s room. Dawson’s photograph had changed that. And Joey felt it. Finally. She felt the magic that filled the backseat of a Volkswagen, despite the stained, worn upholstery. The magic made by the person sharing that air....rather than the balconied fairytale. And Pacey dominated the air around Joey. The way she felt when he touched her, the times she’d touched him....she was ready for more. She was absolutely ready....down to the cover story she’d given Bessie that morning.
“I’m going to sleepover at Jen’s tonight,” she’d stated calmly, “We want some girl time. You know, play with each other’s hair, put food products on our faces and claim they make our skin look so much softer....”
Bessie had given her a look and pronounced the story, “Bullshit.”
“Bessie,” Joey had protested weakly.
“Pacey’s getting laid tonight isn’t he? Jo, you’ve been dating him for almost a year...give the boy sex. And take this,” Bessie had retorted, handing her a twenty, “Go get condoms, we don’t need any little Paceys running around....or heaven forbid any little Joeys. One is plenty. Have fun with Pacey.” She had smirked and sent her little sister off, laughing as soon as the flustered Joey left.
And now this was it, Joey was sure. Urging Pacey up, despite her growing need, she kissed him sweetly. Licking his bottom lip and then slipping between his lips and circling her tongue around his, she could faintly taste herself on him. Wow. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down, pulling his boxers down with them. Pacey looked at her a little confused and attempted to return to his ministrations. “You first,” he whispered insistently. He tugged her panties down to her knees. She pulled him up to her again.
“No,” she said softly, her eyes trained on his, loving. “Pacey, please? Make love to me.” Pacey’s eyes widened a little, becoming watery clear. He kissed her again, a kiss they’d become certain of, soft and hard, loving and lusting.
“Jo, in the wagon?” Pacey was a little dismayed. He’d planned on making her first time memorable. Now she wanted to jump him in the backseat of a broken old Volkswagen and he had no will to deny her. If this was what she wanted....he wanted it too. It was in the process of having Joey roll the condom over his cock that he first heard the music drifting from the beach. It was sad and floating, filled with violins and the soft plodding of a piano in a minor key...the voice was Nina Simone.
Everything must change
Nothing remains the same
“In the wagon, in the street, on a house, wherever we meet...okay I suck at Dr. Seuss rhymes. Now Pacey.” Joey laughed a little as Pacey pulled her closer to him, his cock just outside of her. He hugged her for a second and then guided himself inside of her. Joey froze a little, feeling him there. He reached a hand between them, rubbing her clit again, urging her to relax. He pushed into her a fraction more, his breath coming in harsh gasps, feeling the wet passage tighten around him. If only the music would stop. It was haunting the night air.
Inside the car was warm and soft. Joey bit her lip a little and Pacey stopped, waiting, brushing the damp hair that clung to her sweaty brow. The two clung to each other, and as Pacey finally plunged into her deeply, Joey yelped softly. Tears gathered at the edge of her lashes. He wiped them away with a finger, his look loving and wanting. “I’m fine, Pace. Ow. That actually hurts, I thought it was just an old wives’ tale. I love you.” Pacey sighed a little, he didn’t want to hurt her. “Pacey, come on. Please?” He tried to bring her to climax with him, gently massaging her clit, the way he knew drove her crazy. She smiled and sighed and he thrust into her once more. And it was over. Staying in her for a second longer, cherishing the feel, he finally pulled away, sure they were through. Pacey Witter, the Capeside Casanova, had absolutely failed. She hadn’t even gotten close to orgasm. He had hoped for at least one.
“I’m sorry Jo....I don’t know what happened,” Pacey whispered sadly, tears dripping steadily from beneath his lashes. His eyes were closed. He was ashamed. He’d hurt her, taken her virginity in the backseat of his messy car, and he hadn’t even made her come. And he had. Too quickly to boot. “I love you Josephine,” he mumbled brokenly. Joey looked up at him in wonder and shock. She reached a hand up to his wet cheek. She caressed the soft skin while her other hand roamed the muscles of his abdomen beneath his soft blue cotton t-shirt.
“Pace, it’s okay. Really. The first time isn’t supposed to be great, is it? It’s going to get better. Remember the first time I tried to give you a blow job?” She grinned toothily at him. He looked up, the shame fading, replaced by a pained grimace.
“You almost single handedly made it impossible for us to ever have a chance of conceiving,” he chuckled. “The Lorena Bobbit School of Birth Control.”
“And now?” She smiled, leering at him a little.
“Your technique has improved,” he admitted, an eyebrow arched.
She laughed and pinched his side, kissing his cheek impulsively. “You couldn’t help the pain, Pace. I wasn’t an active enough tomboy, I guess. The hymen had to go somehow. But that’s over, and I know you can do better. It was wonderful anyways. To be that close to you. I love feeling you inside me. I love you Pace. It’s no news to me that you’re a pain sometimes.” Joey kissed him deeply on the lips, tasting the salty tears on his lips. “God, I love you Pacey J. Witter.”
His smile stretched wide across his face, his eyes glittered. “Josephine, you have never looked more beautiful to me.” They were on cloud nine, but floating back to earth, the melancholy melody drifted over them again. This time it was filled with voices. They sounded angry. Pulling their clothing back on hastily, they sat up and looked out the rear window. What they saw was a moonlit couple dancing on the beach.
Everyone must change
No one, nothing remains the same
The girl’s long dark hair was held in a loose low ponytail. She was wearing a long black skirt, down to her ankles, and a deep burgundy sweater that skimmed her hips and covered her hands, which were linked behind her partner’s neck. Her head was buried into the crook of his neck. She moved to the music as if she was a part of it, she moved possessed. The boy had blonde hair that caught the moonlight and shone like spun gold. He was wearing faded jeans and a black peacoat. His hand clung to her hip, the other to her upper arm. From afar they looked like they were in love. Pacey and Joey looked on as the couple swayed slowly.
Now because you’re old
“Katie, you’re coming back with me. Come on....I love you.” The brunette looked up and Joey recognized her. It was Kaylie. Kaylie appeared to shrink a little, and looked down, stepping back from her companion.
“I just need some time Steven,” she replied evenly, the lone voice echoing and entwining with the music’s sad moans. He advanced on her, pulling her hips to him, reaching his other hand up to her neck. He caught her in a rough kiss. Her hands dropped to her sides in submission.
Oh, mysteries do unfold
cause that’s the way of time
Releasing her neck, Steven wrapped his long arms around her waist, grinding her into him. Kaylie’s head tilted away from him a fraction and she looked him over. Had the couple in the backseat of the Witter wagon been able to see clearly, they would have seen the warmth in Kaylie’s eyes. The love. The need. She looked in the green eyes facing her and watched for her reflection in them. Seeing nothing, she sighed a little. She stepped out of his arms. He punched her hard in the jaw.
nothing and no one remains the same
Joey screamed in shock and Pacey swung open the car door. Running down from the parking lot, he sunk into the sand a bit as he moved towards Kaylie and Steven. Joey followed behind, choking a little as the cold air hit her lungs.
there is so little in life you can be sure of
Kaylie stood tall, blinking slightly. When he shoved her to the ground she crumpled at his feet. When he reached down to hold her, sorrow and regret etched on his angled features, she clung to him. Kaylie wasn’t ready to let go. She loved him. And Steven loved....in their own way, they loved. “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry. Katie, I’m sorry, I’d never hurt you baby, you know me, I’d never hurt you, I love you baby,” he sobbed, repeating the words as if that could make them true. Pacey reached the couple and froze. He reached down and dragged the blonde up with one strong hand, an iron grip made up mainly of adrenalin and a good heart.
“Get the hell off of her, you son of a bitch,” Pacey growled fiercly, holding Steven by his collar. Joey watched from a few feet away, transfixed by the sight of her boyfriend, muscles tensed, eyes flashing.
“Who are you?” Steven gasped, struggling for air, trying to escape. “Katie, tell him to let go.” Kaylie stared up from the sand with glassy eyes. Joey moved to her, running a gentle hand over the already purple stained bruise forming on Kaylie’s jaw. Kaylie pulled away a little, her eyes focusing and flickering. She smiled a little, touched at Joey’s gesture. And then she looked up at the boys, still staring at each other, Pacey still holding Steven tightly. Her eyes went dead again. She sighed and stood slowly, rubbing her sore jaw.
“Pacey, let go,” she commanded. He looked at her surpised. He held Steven still. “Please? Go play white knight elsewhere. The shining armour is throwing off too much of a glare.” Pacey let go of Steven with a menacing stare. The boy stepped away from his captor and at another dirty look from Pacey, stepped away from Kaylie as well.
Pacey made a move towards Kaylie which she stopped with a raised hand. “Kaylie, that dick just hit you. Come on, we’ll take you home,” He gestured towards Joey and the station wagon.
“Thanks, but no. Have a nice night, Steven and I need to talk,” Kaylie said, reaching out a hand to her still frightened friend. He took it gratefully and Kaylie molded herself into his arms. Pacey opened his mouth to protest and Joey gave Kaylie a stare, shock registering over her entire face. Kaylie stepped away from the blonde boy to stand closer to Pacey. Reaching up onto her tiptoes she whispered in his ear, “Just leave. I’m not ready yet and he’s mine. Thank you.” She knew her words were insufficient and awkward, but she couldn’t explain better. It was her mess and she needed to hold onto it a little bit longer. Before the bigger messes came back to slug her in the face.
Pacey sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Joey took his hand, as reluctant to leave as he was. They walked up the sandy beach to his car. As Pacey opened the passenger side door for Joey, the two were confronted with the smell of sex in the cold air around them. Pacey smiled sadly. Joey brought his hand up to her lips and placed a kiss in his chilled palm. She closed his hand around it. The two turned back to hear the music sing faintly from Kaylie’s boombox. They turned to see Kaylie cradling Steven’s head in her arms. They turned away as the two began to sway to the final refrain of the song.
except the rain comes from the clouds the sunlight from the sky
and the hummingbird still flies
Pacey climbed into the car and pulled out of the little parking lot, looking back in the rearview mirror at the pair for a fraction of a second before reaching out for Joey’s hand. She held it, squeezing it gratefully. The two drove to Pacey’s house in silence, contemplating the night. They undressed in the darkness and climbed into Pacey’s bed wordlessly. They clung to each other, naked in the moonlight streaked bed. Pacey pulled the large warm comforter over them and cuddled his body into Joey’s. And he still heard the music.
Nothing, no one remains unchanged
And in between were other voices. Angry and heartbroken.