Bookworm, Eh?

It was another wild Irving Hall party. Newsies from all over New York were there. I had come all the way from the Bronx to attend hoping to see a boy...a man I had had a crush on for, seemingly, ages. Newsies were every where smoking, drinking, gambling and if you looked into some of the darker corners or the balconies you'd see some more pleasurable passtimes accuring.

I wandered around saying "Hi" to those I knew looking for the one man that all my dreams seemed to revolve around. I found him sitting by himself at a small table tucked away into a quiet corner. He was leaning back in his chair feet propped up on the table, book in hand. Casually I made my way over to him. I was nervous to say the least. It had been months since I last saw him. I had left for the Bronx in search of better prospects. Things were going great, I was making twice as much as I had in Manhattan and the other lodgers had grown to be like family but somewhere inside I still felt empty. My school girls crush had gotten out of control. I found myself fantisizing about him for hours, imagining him sweeping me off my feet and taking me out of this filthy city. A girl has to have a dream in this good for nothing hole. Something to keep her going. He was mine.

“Umm hey Specs, how’s it goin.” He looked up startled.

“Oh hey Detroit. Long time no see. I haven’t seen you since you left 'Hattan. Have a seat” He smiled at me and set his book down. I took a seat across from him and took a deep breath trying to ease my racing heart.

"So how's it been shakin'? I hear there's a war about to break out between you guys and Harlem." he spoke casually.

"Yeah thats what I hear, Common and Falcon are trying to keep the girls out of it until we absolutely need to be a part of it. Most burroghs wouldn't bother with girls but I'm not to sure about Harlem I hear Blade is about ten times as ruthless as Spot and that he don't give a shit who he hurts." I shrugged it off slightly though deep inside I was real worried about the whole situations. I was loyal to the Bronx but I had never been in a turf war. I didn't know what was expected of me.

Specs eyes racked over me slowly something about those beautiful orbs had me hypnotized. The sound of a bottle breaking somewhere in the distance snapped my out of it . I shifted nervously under his gaze. "Watch yourself when it all goes down. Your suspicions about Blade are dead on. I'd hate to see something happen to such a pretty girl." His eyes twinkled playfully. Was the book worm flirting with me?

I flushed slightly "Why would you care?" I asked trying to sound casual.

"I have my reasons." Effortlessly he rose to his feet and held a bent arm out to me. "You wanna go get a drink, doll?” .

“I’d love one.” He led me away to get a drink. The punch bowl was set up near the dance floor. I smiled sweetly at him as he handed me a glass. Trying to look tough I swallowed half the cups contents in one swig. I knew it was a mistake when I started coughing moments later. Specs chuckled as he lead me to a nearby poker game and sat down pulling me onto his lap. I shrugged bashfully when he asked my what I had been thinking.

"You in Specsie old boy" Racetrack Higgins asked inbetween puffs of his trademark cigar and sips of whiskey.

"Deal me in Race, I think I got a good luck charm with me tonight" I blushed as the others boys gave me some scandalous glances and shot Specs some playful remarks. Quickly the game settled down and became serious, or as serious as teenage boys can get. Time flew by and to my surprise I actually seemed to bring some luck to the table. I guess Specs decided it was time to leave the game when Race started offering to take me to the tracks with him.

"Alright boys I think it's time I get out before I loose my shirt." Jack laughed at Specs comment and Skitts added, "Aww come on. I'm sure your girl would like it." He said his goodbyes as I pulled him to the dance floor.

"Detroit, doll, I'm not much on dancing." he pointed shyly to his feet. "I've got two left ones."

"It's not hard," I batted my eyes like I had seen other girls do, "Please...for me?"

Specs looked nervously at the group of his peers out on the crowded floor and than back at me. Sighing he held his arm out to me and allowed himself to be dragged to the floor. He was clueless about the next step. Patiently, I took his hands and placed them on my lower back. I could feel his fingers flexing nervously feeling the simple fabric of my dress. We began to move slowly. Quickly, he caught on. In no time he had me spinning in circles, he even attempted to dip me once. For the first time in my life I felt wanted. I looked at the faces of the girls around me and saw, to my surprise, jealousy. Girls were jealous of me! The smile I wore all night suddenly seemed ten times bigger. As another slow song began I leant my head on his shoulder and sighed when I felt his hands run down and settle on my hips. He was unlike any other man I’d known before. He was quiet. He was the scholar and the bookworm and for the time being he was mine.

A small thrill ran through my body as I felt his breath on my ear . “You wanna go someplace quiet?” I nodded 'yes' and he led me up to an empty balcony. We sat in a comfortable silence, his arm draped over my shoulders. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed. “Detroit?”

“Yeah Specs?” I asked looking up.

“Can I kiss you?” A small chuckle escaped his lips as my face became the color of an over ripe tomato. I gulped down my nervousness and nodded yes. He moved in slowly and suddenly our lips were together. His kiss was tentative at first, testing the waters, but when I began to respond it became more demanding. His tongue brushed against my lips which I willingly parted. It brought with it a heated passion I had never experienced.

His hands were on my hips moving me onto his lap. My arms quickly wrapped around his neck. I let out a frustrated sigh when his lips left mine and began to travel down my neck I felt him smile into my skin when a small gasp left my throat. While his mouth worked magic on my collarbone his fingers began to undue the ties on my simple dress. I felt the fabric slid off my shoulders and my chest but I was to caught up in the throws of passion to care. He gently lifted me off his lap and lay my down on the couch we sat on. His eye traveled over my body the hunger in them was evident even to me. He slid my dress off and tossed it away. The cool air on my body sent another batch of chills running through me. Gently I reached up and pulled his bowler off his head and tossed it on the floor. It was soon followed by his glasses which were gently pulled off. Before I had time to contemplate his appearance his mouth was on me again traveling across my chest taking each tiny bud in his mouth, licking and suckling them with gusto. Whimpers of pleasure escaped my throat making him look up at my face again. He laid a gentle kiss on my lips as my tiny fingers pulled down his suspenders and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

“Your beautiful, my very own little doll.” He whispered. “I want you, more than I’ve wanted anything before.” My heart skipped a beat as I peeled off his shirt and began to run my hands over his strong lean chest. HIs voice hitched in his throat. Apparently my touch did as much to him as his did to me.

“I’m yours for the taking Specs.” That was all the prodding he needed. Quickly he rid himself from the rest of his clothes and potioned himself between my legs.

“This will hurt for a second, but I promise it’ll be worth while.” A caring smile crept across his face before he slowly inched into me. I grimaced with the intense pain, finally feeling the pop. I knew I would never be the same again. He moved in and out slowly at first than began to pick up his pace. I felt the pain begin to fade and an overwhelming pleasure take its place. My hands clawed at his back as my climax rose, he continued thrusting into me harder and faster. Sweat ran from his brow and down his beautiful face. My skin was on fire, every nerve in my body tingled.

“Oh…Specs…I…I’m gonna…” with one final thrust I came crashing over the edge with Specs coming seconds after me. Small waves over pleasure racked my body as my heart rate began to slow. He rolled off of me and crashed beside me breathing heavily. “Detroit you'll be my girl?"

“Specs I’m yours now and forever.” He smiled knowingly to himself and wrapped his arms around me before we both drifted off to sleep.

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