The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 6

Dealing with sexual frustration

I was 13 and I hated myself but I didn’t hate my life. I had a girl that loved me, the respected of my gang, the fear of my enemies, and more money than I had ever seen. It had been more than six months since I had known real hunger, I had a group of friends that would go to the wall for me, I could have sex with a dozen different girls if I wanted, and I no longer lived in fear of my violent impulses I could indulge some and could now repress the others. All this great new life cost me was a little bit of blood, a little bit of sweet, a bit more pain and my immortal soul.

I sat on Lacy’s corner watching the business, it had been a good afternoon given the cold and I would have to send someone running soon if it kept up. Lacy stood next to me, we didn’t talk, we didn’t need to, he passed down a cigarette and I took a drag before passing it back. Most of it was truly boring work but it was making me money. I watched one of the lads trip a smack head and I laughed like there was nothing funnier. I would have to talk to him alone at some point, the more trouble you give them the fewer would buy from us, it was not like there was a shortage of dealers on the estate.

I watch Faye, my girl, walk across the road to me. I was proud of the looks of lust she got and the looks of envy I got off the rest of the crew. She was still short and her breast where still lagging behind her hips but her arse was now a force to be reckoned with and I thought she was perfect. She dropped down next to me and we kissed. She slipped her tong into my mouth and I moved to meet it. A low wolf whistle came from one of the lads and she broke off, embarrass.

“Alreet ar’Faye, what was that in aid of?” I asked.

“Oh just to get you in the mood” she said coyly “When are you coming home?”

I looked up at Lacy, it was early to clock off but Lacy had been taking off more and more often these days. He gave me the nod and I rose with Faye. I cashed out and headed home Faye under my arm.

We got to the flat and she went to make so food. My dad had pull another girl from his work, the last one had got him a black eye and a pay rise, I really don’t know how he did it but he wouldn’t be home tonight. We sat and ate, Faye was a bloody good cook and I was learning, but Faye was constantly flirting. It was not an unpleasant experiences but she had to be planning something. There was a knock on the door and Faye did a very bad job pretending to be surprised.

She came back in with Amy, they were holding hands.

“Ok what in hell is going on?”

“Well when Amy here agreed to date Taz we decided that any sexual desires would be acted out through you.” I nodded, at the time it seemed to be sensible “Well after last week’s ‘event’ we talked about it and decided she needed some release. So we are here to have some fun… are you in?” I know few people that would turn that down.

First we sat and talked, Amy had lost her virginity two weeks before she rolled, the guy was rough and quick but she had heard about Eddy’s thing for virgins. I made a mental note to hunt the guy down and break something he would miss, a leg maybe. Then she had rolled, it had been a real bad night for her, she had felt like killing herself when they were done, but I had helped her up. She hadn’t reached orgasm in ever of these events. She had tried masturbation but had never gotten into it. Then last week she had been so turned on she came in her pants, now she wanted to try more. Faye sent half her time talking about how sweat a lover I was, I was worried about the damage this could do to my reputation but that is not a conversation to have before you get sex, and she wanted to try me.

“So are you going to kiss her now or what” Faye teased. I leaned in and kissed Amy, like you would kiss a child, soft and gentle. I started to let it heat up turning my head slightly and moving my lips, Amy panicked pulling back and pushing me off, I let her go not wanted to rush her. Faye laughed and jumped on me, kissing me deeply forcing her tong down my throat.

“Now that is how you kiss” Faye said coming up for air “you try.” I spent the next 10 minutes with Amy kissing me then Faye showing her how to do it. Each time Amy kissed me it was more daring, more passionate as her confidence built and she became more comfortable. Pretty soon there were few differences in the level of commitment of the kisses but Faye had far better technique.