For Authentication Purposes by Amber L. Johnson

There has to be a story, and I just want to hear one little bit of it.”
    The way she was looking at me made me spineless. I felt weaker than I’d been in years, and I don’t know why I told her, but I did. Holding eye contact, I sat forward, too. “I let a girl suck me off while I watched an older woman fuck a younger girl with a strap-on in the same bed. Is that what you want to hear?”
    “Holy shit. What kind of kinky stuff were you part of?”
    I leaned back and took a drink, looking over her shoulder at the people perusing poorly written literature.  
    “You’re such a liar.” She laughed and took another sip, her shoulders shook, and I swear I heard her snort.
    “Yeah, maybe I am.”  
       
    The conversation with Dawn made the memories come flooding back, even though I had tried to forget them. Forget her.
    The first time it had happened, I was unprepared. Mandie wasn’t beautiful, but she was seductive. I could never explain what she was to anyone when they asked about the situation. I couldn’t find the words to say that I hadn’t ever thought of her that way, but when it happened I’d kind of known it was going to because of the way she’d look at me during her lectures. She just had something about her that drew me in.
    When I thought back to that first time, hidden away beneath the bleachers during a football game, it still made me tense up. The way she leaned in to kiss me. The way she smelled that night. How warm her body was against mine.  
    She’d told me it was where everyone went to smoke, and I had followed because who in their right mind turns down free weed?  
    Dawn does. Dawn Sims would turn down free weed.
    When we got there, though, there was no one else around. Just the two of us. We’d shared a blunt and somewhere between the first hit and the last, she’d started blowing it into my mouth, and I’d let her. I think it was because I was so comfortable with her.
    It was fun. She was fun. I liked the attention she gave me.
    I didn’t get hard thinking about her anymore. Not like I used to when I thought of the first time our mouths touched. It was kind of exciting. What if we got caught? What if someone saw? What if her boyfriend found out?
    The instant her hand was in my pants, I didn’t care anymore.
    Her left palm was behind my head, fingers curled into my scalp when she stepped into me and squeezed. “I think about tasting you.” She was whispering in my ear. “Do you think about me?”
    It was a lie to say yes, but damn it, she was jacking me off under people’s feet while they cheered for a team I had never even cared about. “Yeah. I do.”
    When she unbuttoned my jeans and slid my boxers down, I’d almost come right then. But then she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. It was the best blow job I’d had in my life so I tried my best to hold out. She was an expert, and I was so surprised when she grabbed one of my hands and placed it on top of her head, looking up at me from her knees, tongue licking my slit. “You can fuck my mouth, Warner. I like it.”
    It was the first time I pushed someone’s head down, and it was the first time I came in someone’s throat instead of mouth. It was the first time someone had gagged on my dick.
    She’d looked up at me afterward and ran her thumb along the side of her lips to lick it clean right in front of me. It was like porn, except I was living it. And when she kissed me, I didn’t want to throw up at all.  
    I should have.

11.

    Dawn
    I sang about a woman who loved a sailor that left her behind. I did a quick spin to throw some trash into the can, lifting the lid as I shimmied. “Doo do do do do, do do do do dooooo doooo.” The song had been stuck in my head since the day Warner mentioned it in the car. I wouldn’t tell him that I downloaded it, though. He’d get a big head about the entire thing.
    Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes close. The flashes of him in the shower rushed at me so fast I had