Big Yellow Taxi

Something to even you out

Ayla was laughing harder than she could remember laughing in a long time.  Tears were streaming down her face.  Her stomach hurt and she was having trouble catching her breath.  She couldn't remember being quite so high before either, which she figured might account for at least a portion of her laughter.  Marv had been laughing along with her at first.  But after a few minutes he leaned her up against one of the long kitchen counters and thrust a cup of water at her.  From the seriously not amused anymore look on his face, Ayla took this to mean her giggling had stopped being cute and funny.

She sipped at the water, forcing herself to take slow even breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth.  Pushing her long golden hair back behind her, Ayla used her hand to smooth down the wild strands and straighten the halo of flowers on her head, hoping she hadn't embarrassed herself too badly.  She wasn't really much of a smoker.  The only time Ayla even smoked pot was if she was having her moontime.  And even then she only took a few puffs of the stuff Rowan's mom grew, just enough to take the edge off her cramps.  She had only smoked as much as she did today because she had been hoping to impress the man in front of her. Now she felt like she had not only not succeeded in impressing him, she had also made herself look like a silly little girl.

"Feel better?," Marv asked her.  Ayla nodded and cast her eyes down at her feet.  She took another sip of water.

"I don't usually smoke so much," she admitted.  Ayla braced herself for whatever was coming next.  She assumed Marv was probably going to make up some sort of excuse to leave so he could get the hell away from her.  To any average woman, Marv Mason would have appeared to be just another run of the mill trashy biker.  But having only seen the small slice of life that she had been born to, to Ayla he seemed very worldly and sophisticated.  She assumed the man had seen all sorts of things she had never even dreamt of and probably spent his time with women that knew how to drive motorcycles and didn't go giggly crazy over a few puffs of m*******a.  

"S'alright," he drawled, "ya just need something to even you out."  Ayla wasn't sure what he meant, but anything he said in his thick southern drawl sounded good.  His voice reminded her of liquid caramel.  She nodded her head and finished off the rest of the water in her cup, assuming that was what he meant.  

But water was not what Marv had in mind.  He had spotted a few bottles down in the bottom of the pantry they had been hiding in.  Bottles that looked like they might be full of something alcoholic.  Given where he was, he figured the best he could hope for was some home brewed moonshine.  But he would settle for whatever got him drunk.  

The large amber colored grolsch bottles he had spotted ended up being full of hard cider.  Not exactly his beverage of choice, but then again he was never too picky when it came to getting drunk.  After the small sample he had ingested, he took another long pull on the bottle before handing it to Ayla.  She took the bottle from him but looked at it hesitantly before taking a small sip.  The tops of her breasts were as flushed as her cheeks.  Her little laughing fit had been severely annoying but Marv reminded himself that he should have been expecting it.  Giggling and acting silly was the sort of bullshit that came along with trying to bag a woman that was really still a girl and far too young for him.  Annoying was part of the package.  

"It'll calm ya down," he encouraged, gesturing to the bottle in her hands that Ayla still didn't look too sure about drinking.  He snorted out a grunt of not so subtle encouragement.  This girl sure had been all about the false advertising, talking about being a freak when she didn't even look like she ever had a drink before.  Marv shrugged his shoulders, satisfied that the woman was physically attractive enough to make up for her unwillingness to blow him as soon as he got her alone.  She smelled better than any girl he had been with in a long time.  Her hair was long and looked freshly washed.  And while her face was only average, her body was a different story.  The baggy dress she was wearing when he met her at the market didn't do her justice.  Now that she was dressed in a crochet halter top that didn't leave much to the imagination Marv could see how full and firm her breasts were.  Her waist was tiny by comparison and the slice of her stomach that her shirt exposed was taunt and deeply tanned.  

Ayla took another hesitant sip from the bottle.  She wasn't sure how getting drunk was going to help her feel less high.  But she figured maybe Marv knew something she didn't.  And even if he didn’t, at least he was smiling at her again.  His smile made her feel less embarrassed about how silly she had been acting.  She smiled back, her heart rate increasing when he closed the small distance between them and rested his hand on her waist.  He put his hand under the bottom of the bottle in her hands and pushed it up until it was level with her mouth.  She assumed this meant he wanted her to take another drink so she tipped the bottle slightly.  He kept his hand there, tilting the wine bottle at a steeper angle so Ayla was forced to take a few hard gulps to avoid spilling the cider all over the front of herself.  

Ayla brought her other hand up and pushed his hand away, lowering the bottle and gasping for air.  Alcohol dribbled out of the corners of her mouth.  Before she could wipe it away with the back of her hand, his mouth was crashing down on hers.  The kiss started so rough she felt a momentary jolting pang as his teeth scraped against hers.  Marv pulled the bottle from her hand to keep her from dropping it and set it down on the counter behind her, his mouth never leaving hers.  His other hand was fisted into her hair, pulling at it to tilt her head back.  As his tongue explored her mouth his hips ground into hers, pressing her lower back into the edge of the counter behind her.

Ayla had never had a man handle her so roughly before.  Her mind was still in shock, leaving her arms crushed against his chest as her hands pressed flat against the soft cotton of his t-shirt.  Despite being taken completely by surprise, she felt her body responding to what was being done to her.  Her n*****s were hard inside her top, and she found herself shifting her hips so he could press in harder against her instead of trying to wiggle away.

If a few people hadn't entered the kitchen, one of them clearing his throat as loud as he could on purpose, Ayla wasn't sure what would have happened.  As it was Marv backed slightly away from her and regarded the two people that had come in to put some of the food away with a very insincere smile.  Ayla smiled at the couple, hers being a little more genuine.  One of them was a woman from her mother's small living group.  She didn't recognize the man, but from the way he was dressed Ayla knew he was probably from one of the neighboring communities that was visiting for the festival.  

"Hi Ayla," the older woman said, the posture of her shoulders tense as she regarded the man holding her friend's daughter with a suspicious glance.  Ayla giggled and raised her hand to wiggle her fingers at the woman, not trusting herself to speak since she was afraid her voice would come out sounding shaky.  "You alright in here?," the woman asked.  Ayla nodded her head, moving to wrap her arm around Marv's waist in an effort meant to clearly demonstrate to the woman that she wasn't being forced or coerced by him.  So far she was having just about the most exciting time she could imagine and the last thing she needed was for her mother to come looking for her and ruin everything.  

"Maybe we betta go somewheres a little more private," Marv suggested, leaning close to whisper into her ear.  The feel of his breath on her earlobe sent a tingling shiver up her spine.  She nodded, more than eager to agree to be alone with him.