Free First Times: Amber by Natalie Deschain Page B

the camper, grinning.
    “Hi yourself. I’m Chastity.”
    The topless one with the blue hair snorted. “Yeah, right.”
    “This is Melody,” said Chastity, batting her azure-coifed head. The clean shaven one scooted to the side and patted the middle of the couch.
    “I’m Razor,” she said, in a voice like honeysuckle.
    “Sarah,” said the driver.
    I sat down in the middle of the couch. Chastity offered me her joint and I waved it away. I held my bag between my legs, trying not to invade Melody’s personal space. She didn’t seem to care. The couch bounced me in the way that couches with bad springs do as she shifted in her seat and turned to face me, casually brushing her hair over her shoulder. Which exposed her breasts. I felt my throat tighten and heat creep up my cheeks. Look, it’s expect that a girl spend some time naked or barely clothed around other girls, and my mother was not shy about her body, as you can imagine, but Melody had the most beautiful breasts I have ever see. Calling them nice tits or a good rack or something would be insulting, unworthy of their magnificence, two perfectly rounded, perky mounds of soft flesh too big to cup in a single hand, tipped with pale pink nipples, hard from the chill in the camper. I realized I was staring and caught her eyes. Grinning like the cat that caught the canary, she shifted in her seat again and stretched out a little, so the outer curve of her breast pressed against the bare skin of my arm. It was so soft, and smooth.
    Chastity sat down in front of the couch in the lotus position. I jumped when I felt hot breath on my ear. Razor liked to lean in to talk.
    “So, where are you headed?”
    “Anywhere but here,” I said.
    She touched my cheek, where the bruise was still throbbing from where Brad hit me. I winced.
    “Somebody hit you?”
    “Yeah,” I said.
    “At least you didn’t try to say you fell down some stairs,” said Chastity. She tapped ashes in a cereal bowl and handed the joint over to Melody, who took a long draw. I watched the way her chest heaved as she breathed the intoxicating smoke into her lungs, and again the way they shuddered as she breathed out a long breath and her shoulders hitched. Once more I waved off the joint, and Razor took it for her puff, and leaned back into the seat.
    She put her hand on my seat and rubbed.
    “Tell us everything,” she said.
    Her voice was unbelievable, like some sort of auditory chocolate. There was a hint of an accent I couldn’t place, and I noticed the subtle tattoo on her cheeks, a matching pattern in blue inked lines. She had long eyelashes, and her eyes were amazing. I looked away and tucked my shoulders in, and looked down at my boots.
    I gave them the short version. They finished the joint, listening intently, not asking questions, they just let me talk. I never smoked any, but I was tempted. Some bad girl I was.
    Melody leaned back against the wall.
    “So where are you going to go now?” said Razor.
    That’s when I started crying. It was one of those really pathetic cries, that started out with me just sitting there, tears streaming down my cheeks, and only later started sobbing. Melody put her arm around me and pulled me to her chest, and I buried my face in her soft breasts and sobbed. I put my arms around her and she just let me cry, until I finished and sat up, my face burning red. Razor slipped her fingers through my hair, teasing my scalp with her long nails, and a shivery feeling flooded through my body.
    “You can ride with us for as long as you want,” said Melody.
    “We should give her drugs,” said Sarah, from the front seat. She didn’t talk much.
    “I don’t want any drugs,” I said.
    “You don’t have to have any drugs,” said Melody. “So you pretty much have no idea where you’re going?”
    “No,” I confessed.
    “So, come with us,” said Chastity. “We’re going to a music festival.”
    “Oh. You guys like festivals?”
    “Like them? We’re a