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Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Joey closed her eyes. She felt her heart beating faster and her legs trembling as Dawson's lips moved closer toward hers. Time seemed to stop moving, crickets seemed to stop singing, and the air suddenly smelt like pig's fart. It took Joey one second to realize that the smell came from Dawson's open mouth one and a half inches away from hers. She tried to pull back, but given the relatively small distance to the Planet Jupiter, the gravitation was too strong for her to overcome. Instead, she felt her head involuntarily pulled closer to the oily Jupiter. Accepting this as her karma for all her past mistakes, she decided to let his kiss wash away all her sins. She held her breath as Dawson's lips finally met hers. Just like their first kiss two and a half years ago, it felt weird. She felt like she's putting her mouth on a pig's ass hole. Dawson drew back, still holding her, working with his gravitation to pull Joey into another kiss. And their lips met again. Joey wished she had been dead and eaten by maggots. Dawson pulled away and stared at Joey for a second, his hands on her shoulder. He exhaled noisily and says, "I want to make love to you, Joey. So much." Joey opened her eyes and smiled shyly as Dawson continued. "Or I can just kiss you all night, like this." He leaned in again and trailed soft kisses along her lips. Joey thought that things couldn't get any worse than that, until Dawson spoke into her mouth, sending shivers through her spine and pig's fart through her throat. "This our last night together, and I want to make this night memorable for both of us." Cringing at the thought of having the taste of pig shit in her mouth for the rest of the night, Joey decided to choose the less painful option. "Make love to me, Dawson." She said softly. Her voice was husky, thick with desire. She stared at his handsome feature, imagining the feel of his naked flesh against her skin. Dawson backed off and sat on the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt, looking all manly with his chest hair peeking out at the neckline of his wifebeater. Joey pulled her shirt up her head. She watched Dawson watching her as she unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor. Her mounds were soft and dazzling as if you could have seen a sunset painted over there. Standing half naked awkwardly, looking amazingly beautiful in the center of the room like a flower under the rain (okay, I'll stop), she stared at Dawson, waiting for his judgment. Dawson's eyes were hazy. His lips were trembling when he spoke as Joey started unbuttoning her jeans. "I should probably just start first, that you, Josephine Potter, have just, wrecked me. In the best possible way, you have absolutely, wrecked me. Because you see I fell in love with you, knowing that there was never any possibility for Pacey of being with you if I didn't give my permission. Knowing full well that a sizeable chunk of your heart would always be wrapped up in me, the better man that I am. And that much was actually okay with me. Right up to the point that you agreed to make love to me. Cause then the problem had just started, that for some reason my manhood was not working, and from that moment forward, I've just been a wreck." Joey, as usual, didn't listen at all to what Dawson was babbling about. She walked slowly, moving her naked body closer to his. She reached out her hands to grab the hem of his wifebeater, helping him taking it off. "Joey, I said..." Joey stopped him. "Don't say anything Dawson." She threw his wifebeater to the floor and extended her hands to stroke his bare chest, playing with the hair surrounding his nipples. With bare shoulders glistening under the lamp light, Dawson stood up and leaned forward to grant her another kiss. Joey was fast enough this time. She ducked away before their lips got too close, shoving him seated back on the bed. Not wanting to give Dawson's lips any chance to meet hers, she launched toward his chest and captures his nipple, emitting a soft moan from his mouth. It tasted worse. It didn't taste like pig shit, but it tasted more like shit of a amoeba living in the pig shit. Joey released his nipple and quickly faked a smile, noting to herself not to make any contact between her mouth and the rest of his body part. Squatting in front of the bed, she tauntingly trailed her fingers along his torso to the waistband of his slacks and started to unbuckle his belt. Dawson arched his hips forward to let Joey slide his trousers down his legs. He hisses his breath when Joey playfully trailed her hands up his bare thighs and sneaked under his boxers, playing with the hem. Once she pulled his boxers down his thighs, all her dreams were shattered, and her heart was broken into pieces. After she slowly arranged herself and recovered, she reached out her hand and started to stroke him. "Dawson, this is about how you're always around for me whenever I need you the most. This is about how you always think of me first before you think of yourself. And this is about how you inspire me to become a better person like you are." All the compliments worked well as it was predicted. She felt him hardening slowly under her hand. She reached his trousers and dug inside the back pocket to find his wallet. "You almost killed Pacey on the regatta because you wanted to win me over him. You arranged the whole anti-prom last year just for me. You sent my father to jail." She pulled out a condom from his wallet and tore the wrapper away. "Dawson, I'm going to count to ten, and then I'm going to put you inside me. If you don't want me to, you're just going to have to stop me." She put the condom on him and climbed up on the bed, shoving him to lay on the bed and straddling him. She guided him carefully to her opening. "Ten, my love." And he came. Joey disposed the condom of him rolled herself off his body as he laid still on the bed, sweating, panting and breathing harshly. She picked her clothes and started to wear them on. She smiled awkwardly at him when she knew that he was watching her. He looked happy and satisfied. "That was beautiful, Jo." "I know, Dawson. I have to go now. See you on Christmas." She opened his bedroom door and walked out, leaving him laying naked on the bed, still a virgin. *****
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