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The Tie That Binds Us Chapter Two
Michael returned me to the tie rack that evening, and there I remained
for a while. Then one evening, the wardrobe door opened and Jessica pulled
me out. She fed me through the belt loops of her skirt and tied me in a
double knot. Then she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror.
"Perfect," she said, twisting to check her back view. She had changed a
bit since I had last seen her. Her hair was much shorter and spiker, with
bright pink streaks in it. She was wearing a black top with pink spotted
netting over it and a short puffy black skirt. Her long legs were covered
with fishnet tights and she had boots on her feet.
"Isn't that my tie?" I heard Jason ask. Jessica jumped guiltily and
turned to face him. Is hair was greyer and his face had more creases, but
I could still see traces of the who brought me for his wedding.
"I was going to ask you," Jessica said sulkily. "I didn't think you
would mind."
"I don't mind, but it would have been nice if you had asked before you
invaded my bedroom and rooted through my wardrobe. You would hate it if I
did that to you."
"Yeah, yeah, enough of the lecture, Dad," she said, heading for the
door.
"Just a minute, Jessie," Jason said, catching her arm. "I actually
wanted to have a word with you before you went out."
"Now what have I done?" she asked, heaving a dramatic sigh.
"You haven't done anything. Can't a just talk to his sometimes?"
"Suppose so," Jessica said grudgingly, flopping onto the bed. "So what
do you want to talk about."
"Nothing special," Jason said, sitting besides her. "I suppose you're
heading to the disco."
"Yeah, there's nowhere else to go in this dead-end town," Jessica
complained, picking at the bedspread. "I can't wait to get away to Uni."
"We'll miss you when you do go," Jason told her.
"I'll miss you lot too, but I want to get out of here, meet some people
who haven't known me since before I was born."
"I can understand that," Jason said, putting his arm around her and
giving her a hug.
"Yeah, anyway," she said quickly changing the subject. "seeing as
you're here, do you think I look all right in this?"
"Um, I think so," Jason said doubtfully. "Fashions have changed a bit
since my day, you know. I liked your hair when it was long and it's
natural colour, but you know that. Aren't you happy with the way you
look?"
"I think so," Jessica replied, standing up and looking at herself in the
mirror again. "I'm not sure about this boob tube. Does it make me look
silly?"
"How do you mean?" Jason asked cautiously. Jessica adjusted her top,
studying her reflection again.
"Well I don't have much to keep it up, do I?" she asked uncertainly.
"Everyone knows that like big boobs, and I don't have big boobs. I
don't know if this boob tube makes me look even more flat-chested."
"Er, I'm no fashion expert," Jason said, looking slightly red. "But I'm
sure that there's lots of who are going to think you look very pretty.
While some might not be interested in anything apart from big breasts,
the ones worth your time will be looking at more than your bra size."
"Oh Dad, next you'll be saying that personality counts for more then
looks. don't look at ugly and think 'she's not pretty but I'll
go talk to her because she may have a great personality'. You didn't ask
Mum out because she had a good sense of humour, but because she was drop
dead gorgeous."
"That's true," Jason said slowly. "But the reason I asked her out again
and again was because of her personality. No matter how pretty you are,
when you get to know someone well you tend to forget what they look like.
It's who you are that matters in the long run."
"Mum was really lucky to get you," Jessica told him.
"Well, thank you very much," Jason said laughing. "While we are on the
subject of boys, there was something I wanted to talk to you about."
"It's a bit late for the birds and bees speech, Dad," Jessica teased.
"I know exactly where babies come from. Mum told me all about it years ago
and we do have sex education at school."
"Ok, I'm sure you know everything there is to know about sex," Jason
said, getting again. "I don't really know how to put this, but I
really need to say this."
"Come on, spit it out Dad."
"One day you'll have kids of your own and you'll find out just how
embarrassing this kind of conversation can be," Jason told her. "Added to
which, I have to try and find a way to put this so you don't go off and do
the exact opposite, just to prove how independent you are."
"All right Dad, I'm listening," Jessica said, sitting back down on the
bed.
"Ok, there's been a lot of stuff on the news about Aids, and all the
other nasty diseases you can get from unprotected sex. The thing is, I
remember being young, and how embarrassing it was trying to buy condoms. I
don't want to encourage you to have sex, I'd be quite happy if you were a
virgin on your wedding day, when you're a hundred and fifty. But at the
same time, I'd like to know you were prepared. So I want you to have
these." Jason dug in a pocket and handed his a packet of condoms.
Now it was Jessica's turn to blush.
"Dad!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, I know," he said gruffly. "Just take them, and if you run out,
which I hope you never will, I keep a box in my top drawer."
"Dad!" she said again.
"Yes, right, that's all I wanted to say. Just be careful, and we'll
pretend this conversation never happened."
"Suits me," Jessica said. "Oh, and Dad, thanks." She threw her arms
around him and gave him a hug.
"You're welcome," he said gruffly, hugging her back. "Just remember,
you keep them until your wedding night when you're a hundred and fifty."
"Of course, Dad," Jessica replied, laughing and trying to look innocent.
After that evening, she quite often used me as a belt with that outfit,
and when not in use she dumped me in a drawer with a tangle of underwear.
She mostly went to the local disco, where she would spend the night dancing
under the flashing lights, sometimes with a group of girls, occasionally
with a boy, but mostly by herself. Then gradually I noticed, on my
infrequent outings, that she danced more and more with one particular boy.
In the dark disco with the loud music it was difficult to get a clear
impression of him, but one night it was raining so he gave Jessica a lift
home in his car. Jessica seemed extremely nervous, fidgeting in her seat
and not talking much. They stopped at a petrol station and as soon as he
went to pay, Jessica flipped down the visor and examined her reflection.
"Oh God, I look a mess," she moaned to herself, running her fingers
through her hair. She bared her teeth, then breathed on her hand and
sniffed it suspiciously. I don't know what else she might have done
because her friend returned.
"So, do you want to go straight home, or shall we take the scenic
route?" he inquired.
"There's a scenic route around here?" Jessica asked. "That I have to
see."
"Ok."
They drove in silence for a while until they stopped.
"Ok, Bill, where's the scenic part?" Jessica asked, raising an eyebrow
at him.
"This is it," he told her. "From here you can see more power stations
then anywhere else."
"Power stations?"
"Yeah. Look, that one's Eggbrough, there's Ferrybridge. And that one
over there is Drax, it's got the tallest chimney in the world."
"You think power stations are scenic?"
"Uh-hu. Especially at night when you can see all the lights, or at
sunset when the sun turns the smoke all and orange. I just think it's
amazing that those concrete towers are creating the electricity we use for
everything."
"Well, I suppose it's not so weird if you put it that way," Jessica said
thoughtfully.
"You think I'm a freak now, don't you?" Bill said glumly.
"Would I do this if I thought you were a freak?" Jessica asked, leaning
forward and planting a kiss on his lips.
"Guess not," he said. "Not unless you like kissing freaks that is."
"Well, that could be it," Jessica said, leaning forward and kissing him
again.
"Hmm, well if you like kissing freaks, consider me the biggest freak
you've ever met," Bill said, slipping his arm around her. Their lips met
in a long passionate kiss and they moved closer together, touching and
holding each other until Jessica banged her elbow on the steering wheel.
They broke their kiss and sat looking at each other breathlessly.
"It's a bit cramped in here," Jessica pointed out.
"Would you like to move somewhere with a bit more room?" he asked
tentatively.
"Where were you thinking?"
"Well, there's always the back seat," he suggested. She hesitated for a
moment, then knelt on her seat and climbed over into the back.
"Come on over then," she invited. He scrambled after her and pulled her
onto his lap. They began kissing again. Jessica's hands tangled in Bill's
hair, while his hands drifted down and cupped her breasts. She slipped her
hand inside his shirt, which encouraged him to push her top down. When his
fingers touched her bare skin, her whole body stiffened. She held her
breath as his thumb brushed across her nipples, then let gave a long sigh
as his mouth closed over one of the rosy tips. They kissed and touched
each other for a while, until Bill slid a hand under her skirt and her body
became tense again and she clamped her legs together.
"Come on, baby, open up," he coaxed softly. "You'll like it, I promise,
just relax."
He began kissing her more passionately and gradually she relaxed and let
his hand slide to the top of her legs. She tried to move away again, but
he insinuated his fingers inside her underwear and began exploring her most
intimate hollows and folds.
"Ow, stop it," she protested, wriggling away.
"Sorry," he apologised, but didn't remove his hand. "What's this bit
here?"
"Gently, gently, I'm very sensitive there," she told him.
"Does this feel nice," he persisted.
"Um, yeah, just not quite as rough. Oh," she sighed, "yes, just like
that. Slower, yes, yes, don't stop." She sighed again and relaxed back
against the seat, her legs falling open. Bill leaned forward and began
kissing her again.
"I want you," he murmured between kisses, "I want you so much."
"I want you too," Jessica whispered, clinging to him. "Have you got any
rubbers?"
"What? Oh, damn, no."
"It's OK, I've got some," Jessica told him. She sat up and leant over
the passenger seat to reach her bag. She produced a packet of condoms and
sat triumphantly back down next to Bill.
"Do you want me to put it on, or do you want to do it yourself?" she
asked solemnly.
"You do it," he said.
She slid her hand inside his trousers and brought his penis out. She
fumbled the condom on after a little initial difficulty. They both sat
back and looked into each other's eyes, suddenly uncertain.
"I've never actually, well, you know, before," Jessica told him.
"Neither have I," Bill admitted. They stared at each other for a long
moment, then he moved forward and they began kissing again. Jessica
gradually slid down against the seat, Bill moving with her. They
rearranged their legs so that Bill was knelt between Jessica's thighs.
They shifted first one way, then another, banging various joints off the
sides of the car.
"This isn't working," Bill said at last, laughing as he sat back on his
heels.
"Well, let's try it another way," Jessica suggested. "If you sit in the
middle, and I kneel across you like this."
"Hmm, I see," Bill said, running his hands up the back of her thighs to
close around her bottom. Jessica reached down and grasped his penis,
positioning it so she could lower herself onto it. They stopped speaking
as Jessica began to move down onto him, communicating instead with gasps
and muted cries. His mouth was on her again, and her head was
buried against his neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The
rhythm of their movement became faster and more uneven until Bill
shuddered, groaned, then collapsed back against the car seat.
They sat quietly together on the back seat for a while, before
straightening their clothing and climbing back into the front of the car.
Bill drove to Jessica's house, and they exchanged a last kiss before she
went inside. She ran up the stairs to her bedroom, and, for the first time
I could remember, she hummed as she undressed.
Copyright Vickie Morgan, 1999 E-mail artemis55@hotmail.com
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