December 1973

A few months went on and Harry and I both went back to being close friends. The friendly kisses kinda halted after he told me the meaning behind his nickname. Since then he seemed to have opened up for a second just to shut back down.

During the summer we had more shows and a lot of alcohol was drunk so most of it was a big blur.

It was around August when I decided to begin working at the restaurant Harry works in, working as a waitress. I began making a bit of money to give something for rent with the guys. They didn't want me to work, but I honestly couldn't clean up another one of their messes.

I was not their mother.

In September, I showed Billie how to do laundry and he seemed impressed on how easy it was. "Is this considered whites?" He showed me a light grey t-shirt with more holes on it than an actual shirt.

"No sweetie that's trash." I took it and he rolled his eyes.

October was my favorite time because during one of our gigs we all decided to dress up and I wore this old wedding dress and cut up the sleeves and bottom, covering myself in corn syrup with red food coloring in it to look like blood. Harry was the groom and that night we kissed on stage before I pushed him away and gave him the finger, making the crowd go wild.

But as the holidays rolled around I began to get more and more depressed. I found myself standing downtown Manhattan one night staring up at the world trade center wishing I could have visited them with my brother when they officially opened. But I knew he must have hated me as my mother did.

The day of Thanksgiving I tried to go to the church to see her but as I found her walking around I noticed a bump under her dress and went straight back home to the guys.

I made a Thanksgiving meal that day, practically using my whole paycheck to make a turkey and a ham because Greg didn't like 'bird'. I told them all to dress nicely and they seemed a bit excited almost.

"None of us really ever had a proper Thanksgiving," Mitch spoke up as we sat around a table. "So blondie, thank you." I raised my glass and they all followed suit.

Now that Christmas was near I sat in Harry's room wrapping presents while Harry passed me the tape.

There was something so sexy about the way he sat with no shirt on while writing in his journal. His hair had reached his shoulders and was pushed back behind his ears. His back muscles flexed every time he ripped a piece of tape off for me. I must have not been paying attention because I suddenly felt a sting in my hand and realized I had cut myself with the paper. "Ow." I hissed standing up.

"You okay?" He stood walking over to me as I walked to the bathroom. "Jesus what kind of paper did you buy?"

"Cheap kind." He smirked and cleaned my finger before he placed a bandaid around it. He looked down at me and I pouted. "It hurts, kiss it." I lifted my finger up and giggled as he pressed a kiss to the finger.

"Anything else hurt, maybe I can have my lips there too?" He placed his hands on either side of the sink where I stood while he licked his lips.

"Harry don't, I thought we were just friends." He sighed slowly exposing my shoulder to kiss it.

"Debra May, we can't just be friends and you know that just as much as I do. Let me make you feel good?" I looked up at him and seemed confused.

I knew of sex and I wanted it but I had never seen a naked man or knew of specific things because well...it was wrong. "How?" He chuckled.

"Well, I could uh you know go down on you." I raised an eyebrow. "I'm a bit of a cunnilinguist."

"I don't understand?" He chuckled.

"You are so innocent Deb, I use my mouth to lick and suck on your lady bits." I gasped crossing my arms.

"Why in the hell would you do that?" He laughed at my reaction and walked out of the bathroom back towards his- well our room since I slept in here a lot.

"I like eating pussy Deb, especially to beautiful girls like you- except I haven't wanted anyone as much in a long time- if ever." He said the last part quietly making my eyes get big and my breathing increase. The way he talked made me feel funny. My insides felt like they were melting and I was excited.

"I don't want you thinking I'm some whore." He turned his head and scoffed.

"You're not, don't ever say that. Listen we don't have to do a god damn thing, believe me, if I can calm myself on stage when you're wearing those shorts and grinding up on me, then I could control myself now. I just think as friends we could really have something good here. You sit on my face, I teach you how to suck cock- if you're interested- and we both get satisfied and lose this tension from all the shows and practice." he shrugged. "But sweetheart, it's up to you. You're in charge alright." He took a seat and began pulling the tape off to hand it to me.

I stood in silence before finally saying something. "Why would I sit on your face?" He let out a laugh and patted his lap. I rolled my eyes and sat down.

"Deb, think of the best feeling you've ever felt physically." I began to think and the only thing I could think of was Harry's lips against mine.

"Kissing you." He smirked and blushed a bit.

"You like that right, the way my lips move against yours and the way my tongue feels massaging your tongue. The way my hands feel against your bare thighs baby?" I nodded slowly. "Now imagine my lips doing that to that pretty little clit between your legs."

Those words made me feel wet between my thighs. "Oh?"

He turned me to straddle him with one knee on each side of him. "Don't you want me to make you feel good, scream my name as I make you cum over and over again?" I nodded as his hands went to my behind and he pushed me forward against him. The friction of my shorts against his hardness in his pants made me let out a soft moan.

"Debra I need an answer." I nodded. "Say it, baby, say my name."

"Harry." I moaned closing my eyes in pleasure. "Okay do it I want it." He lifted me up to my feet and began tugging down my shorts and pulled off my shirt to leave me in a bra and my panties. He pulled off his pants, remembering something before he closed the door, locking it.

He kissed me roughly, his hands running down my body until he was at the edge of my panties. "These are cute." I looked down at the cotton underwear with little polka dots.

"Really?" he nodded "Do you think I'm beautiful?" A light changed in his eyes and he stood up to lean in.

"Of course I do, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I hugged him, pressing my head to his chest. He lifted me up and held me by my thighs to lay me down on the bed where he kissed me. My hands were pushed back against the mattress as his lips attacked my neck and chest.

I watched him cautiously as he moved down my body until his head was right by my underwear. He looked up at me and I nodded covering my face in embarrassment for wanting this so bad. "God I am such a bad girl."

He moaned and cursed. "Yeah, my bad girl."

He tugged the underwear down and I immediately closed my legs as he tossed them aside. He chuckled kissing my outer thigh. "I'm sorry I'm nervous."

"Why you got such a pretty pussy baby, didn't take you as the kind to have the hair so neat down there." He teased. "Come on Deb, you don't want to then let's get dressed and finish wrapping these presents, hmm?" He said sweetly as he stood up. I looked at him and slowly I opened my legs.

"Okay, just go slow." He nodded leaning back down again. The moment I felt his warm breath against the wetness of my sex I grabbed a pillow and covered my face. His tongue ran up me as my nails dug into the pillow.

Pleasure, so much pleasure that I had missed out on all these months knowing Harry. I moved the pillow off of my face to lean up and watch him in action. He looked up at me and I gasped at how sexy he looked. His lips wrapped around the small nub between me, sucking on it causing me to moan out loud. I covered my mouth but he pulled away and shook his head. "Fucking moan baby, no one but us is here."

"Oh god, I'm- oh." I felt all this pressure build up until it was too much and I let go, practically grinding my face against Harry as I had my first orgasm. Harry didn't seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to really love it. I became over sensitive so he pulled away and looked up at me smiling.

"You taste so sweet when you cum baby." I didn't know what to say so I smiled.

"Uh, thanks." He laughed sitting up and running his hand over his crotch as he looked at me. "Do you want me to do it?" He nodded. "You have to show me?" He pulled his boxers down and I gasped at the size of his penis.

Lord forgive me.

"Gotta get on your knees for me right here in front of me baby." I did as he said watching him as he wrapped a hand around himself and looking at me. I pushed my hair to the side and looked up. "Take off the bra." I nodded taking it off to expose my breasts to him. He cursed moving his hand faster as he began playing with my nipples, a new pleasure for me as well. "Give me your hand." Harry had me wrap my smaller hand around him as he hissed.

He showed me how to do it, moaning in the process until I put my lips around the tip to swirl my tongue around him. He held my hair back until his grip got tighter and he cursed once again. "Shit I'm gonna cum, fuck babe I'm-" he held me tightly as warm streams of his cum came into my mouth.

I was in shock and honestly disgusted by the taste. It was salty and bitter at the same time.

I wasn't sure what to do until he said one word causing me to swallow. I wiped my mouth and stayed in place as he stood to get dressed.

Guilt began to eat at me as I got up as well and put on my clothes. I watched as he got up and walked out towards the living room. I heard the television on and then tears fell down my cheeks.

I had given myself to a man and I was sure that I was just another loop in his belt. I began crying until I heard him come back inside the bedroom. "Baby come watch tv with me- why are you crying?" I wiped my face and shook my head looking away from him. He came over and kneeled in front of me. "Debra?"

"I was supposed to wait until marriage to do stuff like that," I whispered.

"Well, where's the fun in that?" He joked but dropped the smile when he noticed I wasn't in a good mood. "Hey Deb, you know you're different right? You're not some girl I hooked up with- just come watch the show with me and I'll hold you." I sniffled nodding.

"Okay." He held my hand walking to the living room, sitting down and pulling me into his arms to lay against his chest. I looked up at him and he looked down at me before I pressed a kiss to his chest and snuggled into his side.

"How about we go on a...date or something?" He said after a while. "Like a uh a movie?" I smiled and nodded.

"My first date," I said shyly.

"Shit mine too." He joked.

*

So a few days after Christmas we went to the theater and Harry looked up to see what films were being played. "The Exorcist? Do you want to see that?" I shrugged not sure what that was.

Well, we had made a mistake.

I became sick midway through the movie and Harry couldn't stop apologizing as we made it out of the theater. "Why would she- how did they even get her head to turn like that?!" I cried against Harry's chest. "She put a crucifix up her vagina Harry!"

Harry, just as traumatized as I was, was pale and grossed out. "I know baby I am so sorry."

This was the worst first date ever.

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k