Chapter 136
“Hi, there, Nancy,” Elliott said, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. It was a little cool outside, and he had on his letter sweater, but he was pretty sure he’d be draping it over her shoulders soon enough.
“Hello yourself, Elliott,” she said in that seductive voice. She sounded like the cigarette pack in her hand had been there her whole life. “You sure did play good tonight.”
“Thank you,” Elliott beamed. “And you sure did cheer good, too.” He hadn’t really noticed her at all during the game, but he imagined she hadn’t fallen down or anything, so that was probably about as good as a girl could get for cheerleading. It wasn’t like it was hard, like football.
“Oh, Elliott,” Nancy cooed, batting her long eyelashes. “Do you really think so?”
“Of course,” he smiled, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear and letting his fingertips brush against her cheek. Her smile brightened. “I could hardly keep my eye on the ball, I was so busy watching you.” He stared into her eyes, and she blushed, dropping her eyes.
“You sure did keep your eyes on that other quarterback,” Linda chimed in, and Elliott nodded at her for a moment before looking around for Reggie. Maybe he could take Linda away for a bit, but he was off with another group of kids closer to the creek telling a story in a voice so loud old Mr. Lawson could probably hear it clean up at his house. Elliott never understood how some people could like the sound of their own voice so much that they never stopped telling tales nobody else cared to listen to.
“You know, Elliott, I was thinking, I’ve only been in your Monterrey once, and that was on the way home from the homecoming dance. I’ve sort of forgotten how nice the interior is. Do you thing I could take a ride with you?”
Elliott stared at her for a moment, double-checking he had her meaning. She looked up at him from beneath those long lashes, and he had no doubt in his mind what she was saying. “I’d love to show you my car,” he said, his voice deep and a bit breathless.
“Oh, can I come?” Linda asked, clasping her hands together. “I’ve never been in your car before.”
Assuming Linda was clueless and not proposing something Elliott had only heard about happening in French novels, he only stared at the toothy girl for a moment before Nancy said, “Uh, Linda, I have some things I’d like to talk to Elliott about in private.”
“Oh.” Linda’s tone dropped. She still didn’t seem to have the full picture. “I’ll just go hang out with my brother then.” She moped over to where a young man Elliott didn’t recognize was standing with a few other people, and Elliott only assumed that must be her brother because his teeth were even more assertive than hers. A few more cars pulled in to park, and Elliott checked to make sure Cliff wasn’t among them before he took Nancy’s hand and led her over to his car.
“You don’t have to worry about him, you know,” she said her hand sliding up to his bicep. “You’re so much stronger than he is. Besides, he’s all talk.”
“I know,” Elliott assured her, being honest. He wasn’t afraid of Cliff, even if the warning he’d shouted in the locker room was a little more foreboding than any he’d made in the past. “I just… don’t wanna mess up my fist on his face. I gotta catch quarterbacks with these hands.”
Nancy chuckled and they climbed into the car. Elliott started the engine and headed up the road a bit beyond a curve that left Lawson’s Point behind some trees. He pulled the car over to the side of the road near a thick section of woods and turned the ignition off. “So what did you—”
He didn’t get any more words out before Nancy’s tongue was in his throat. “Oh, Elliott,” she breathed, once she’d pulled herself off of him. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I don’t care if my daddy says you’re nothing but trouble, I need your hands on me.”
As he stumbled for a response, she launched herself at him again, her own hands everywhere as her mouth met his and then began to trail its way down his neck. He had no idea her dad thought he was trouble, but if that’s what it took to get this sort of response, he was all for it.
She was pawing at his clothes, and his sweater came off in one swoop while she fumbled for his belt. “Nancy, baby, why don’t we climb into the back where there’s more room?” he asked. He was a big guy, and the last thing he needed was to tear up part of his dashboard or get himself wedged beneath the steering wheel in such a way he’d never be extracted.
“Anything you want, Elliott,” Nancy replied, and before he knew what she was doing, she’d climbed over the back seat. Her hand shot out and grabbed the neck of his shirt, pulling him over the seat head first. It was awkward, but he somehow managed to land with his back against the seat, and as Nancy returned her attention to his belt, he decided to figure out whether or not the bra she was wearing was padded.
“Nancy,” Elliott whispered as she began to pull his jeans down, “I don’t have any… you know….”
His girlfriend looked up. “Condoms?” she asked, her breathing labored. “That’s okay. You don’t need any. I’m not on my period.”
“Huh?” Elliott asked as she continued to pull on his jeans. “What do you mean?”
“You do know how it works, don’t you?” she asked, stopping long enough to look at him with her head tipped to the side like she wasn’t sure of his intelligence. “It’s just like a dog. You can tell when a woman’s in heat because she’s bleeding.”
He was pretty sure that wasn’t the case at all, but by then, Nancy had him bare from the waist down, and he wasn’t about to argue with her. She muttered something about how she wasn’t sure that was going to fit, but then climbed on top, and Elliott wondered when she’d taken her panties off.
It didn’t take nearly as long as he had hoped, but it wasn’t his fault. Nancy might not be as loose as Cliff had described her, but this was not the first time she’d climbed into the back seat of a car. The girl knew how to use those shapely hips of hers, and even though her dress had stayed on the whole time, there had been enough unbuttoning and unhooking to answer Elliott’s question. The boobs were real.
