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copyright © 2017 Nicola Nichols
If you think you know the people in this story, be assured you don’t. They’re not real; the places they live are not real. Some of the things they do are realistic. Some are rough and nasty, but even so, if they were real, the characters would all be over 18 years of age anyway. It’s none of your business, so let it go.
I let out a loud sigh as we pulled into Byronsville, population 6,5. It’s a little backwater of a town and the further we drove into it the more nauseous I felt. I’d never intended to return and this was exactly the way I’d always imagined it would feel to come back.
“That doesn’t help, Anna,” Elliot said.
My husband, Elliot and I had grown up here and I couldn’t remember a time when my primary goal hadn’t been just to get out. Coming back made me realize even more how much I’d hated the place, still hated the sight of it.
I’d married Elliot to get out of this place—a mistake—and now I was back.
I was in a shitty mood.
Elliot pulled up in front of the hospital and we walked in, heading to the desk. “Mrs. Ingersoll?” he asked. A uniformed woman gave him a scowl. “I’m her son,” he said.
“Room 456,” she said, and off we went.
“Elliot,” a man called as we got off the elevator.
I turned to see Chris Stephens, an old school chum of Elliot’s. “Hey, Chris,” Elliot said sounding cheerful. What the hell are you doing here?”
“I came to see your mom.” He chuckled. “She threw my ass out of the room."
"And you are surprised?" Elliot asked.
He shrugged. "Hell, I knew she didn’t like me, but that thing about the car happened a lot of years ago.”
“She holds a grudge.”
I winced. Unfortunately, her real grudge against Chris was that he was smarter than her son. Elliot was the football star but never would’ve graduated without Chris’s help. She’d hated him for that. Now that he was successful and Elliot wasn’t, she’d probably moved her grudge right up to hatred. Elliot turned to me and frowned. I knew the look. His mother didn’t like me either. “You better wait here until I see how things are going.”
“Charlene’s in there,” Chris said.
“Then you definitely need to wait out here,” Elliot said. Then he turned and went in the room.
Charlene had been Elliot’s first sweetheart. He never told me what happened but one day he dumped her. He was the star football player and had a scholarship to a university in the city. When he asked me out, I jumped at the chance. He was good looking and popular and there weren’t a lot of guys that showed promise. On our first date, he drove me out to a kegger. We hung out for a while and then went into the woods and made out, sitting under a tree.
As things got hot, with him getting his hand under my dress and working his fingers under the leg of my panties, I wondered how far I needed to let things go to keep him hooked. He kissed me, and I let him put his tongue in my mouth. It was hot. He put my hand on his crotch and I felt the hard bulge of his cock.
“I’m so fucking hard,” he said as he played with my pussy.
“I’m a virgin,” I told him.
“I guessed.” Then he unzipped his fly. “Take my cock out. I want to feel it in your hand.”
I figured he wanted me to jerk him off, so I reached in and pulled his cock out, wrapping my fingers around it and stroking him. “How’s that?” I asked. “I can make you come.”
“Charlene was a bitch, but she understood one thing,” he said. “She knew that being my girlfriend meant sucking my cock.”
That drew a line in the sand. If I wanted to move from being his date to becoming his girlfriend, I’d have to go down on him. But I wanted him to say it. “So if I suck your cock, then I’m your steady girlfriend?”
“Yes,” he moaned.
“You’ll tell people I’m your girlfriend?”
And so I bent down and touched my tongue to the head of his prick and began licking it. I wasn’t sure I trusted his word, but I was sure that if I made it good for him he’d want more. And I’d stated the price. The world would know we were a couple. I took that meaty thing in my mouth and sucked him eagerly, perfectly happy to trade a blowjob as a downpayment for a ticket out of town.
He moaned and tangled his fingers in my hair and I bobbed my head over his lap, sucking him until he came, shooting his jism in my mouth.
“Holy shit,” he said. “That’s the best blowjob ever.”
I smiled. I had him.
My strategy worked. He didn’t tell everyone we were dating right away, but he wanted more, and I stood firm. Soon we were officially a couple. His mother was not pleased. My blowjobs compensated for mother’s disapproval.
From day one, his mom had made it clear that she didn’t see me as a decent replacement for Charlene, whom she adored. But back then, Elliot was ruled by the demands of his cock more than by her wishes. I was giving him great blowjobs so he resisted her nagging about what a bad choice I was.
He wanted more than me going down on him. It excited him that I was a virgin and he wanted my cherry. Finally, I set the price.“If we were engaged to be married, I’d let you fuck me.”
So he proposed in public, at a party, giving me a ring. That night I kept my promise. He parked in the woods and got into the back seat and hiked up my dress, spreading my legs for him. He dropped his pants, put on a condom, and humped me furiously. Then he told me how livid his mother was when she found out. I stroked him hard and let him have me again.
We fucked a number of times after that and the sex was fast and furious. For me, it was a little disappointing because he came so quickly. Knowing that his mother would work to get him to dump me, I took action. We went to another party and got him worked up. I seduced him, getting him to fuck me in a coat closet. He didn’t have a condom with him, but he couldn’t say no to his pecker and he gave me the best fuck we’d ever had.
Later, when I told him I was pregnant, it wasn’t quite the happy moment it should’ve been. Right after graduation, he married me, but he wasn’t pleased and his mother was giving him hell. She hated me even more than she had for trapping her soon.
Charlene hated me too. After Elliot dumped her she’d tried to get him back. Rumor had it she tried to seduce him, but when word got out that he’d knocked me up, she picked a new guy. They got married about the same time we did. Then Elliot and I went to the city and her husband joined the Army. A couple of months later, we heard he’d gotten killed. Not in battle, though. He was killed driving home drunk from a party.
So we left and Charlene stayed in town, working at odd jobs. Then when Elliot’s mom got sick, she hired Charlene as a full-time caregiver. Her working with Elliot’s mom made it feel like she was stalking Elliot, lurking in the wings and waiting for me to falter somehow. And, by Elliot’s mother’s standards, I had many times.
Elliot was miserable — unhappy at being married, feeling trapped (mom helped with that) and jealous of the other freshman who got to party. He certainly didn’t want a family. When I had a miscarriage, he celebrated. He got drunk with his buddies. Coming home to our fourth-floor walkup, he fell down the stairs, shattering his hip. That cost him his football scholarship.
When he recovered, he dropped out of school and got a job in sales. He was a terrible salesman. So his mother’s litany of grievances against me grew, as apparently all that was my fault too, from the Ingersoll viewpoint.
These days we hardly spoke, much less had sex.
And now I was back where I’d started, left in the hallway with Chris and it all came rushing back.
I’d had a crush on Chris in school but he’d never really noticed me. Of course, I hadn’t gone out of my way to get him to, but now I looked at the young man he’d become—fit, wealthy… I’d thought he’d do well, but what I’d really been attracted to was his confident sexiness. Standing there I realized that he made my pulse pound even more than back then. Maybe because I was so fucking horny.
“I know things have been bad between you two,” he said, moving closer to me.
“Elliot and I talk on the phone. He’s the same asshole he’s always been, needing to blame someone for his trouble and since you are handy…”
“So he tells everyone I’m a bitch.”
“Sort of. It’s all bullshit.”
“Maybe not. Maybe I am a bitch.” I’d certainly bitched about having to make the trip, going back to Byronsville, but we couldn’t afford for me to stay in the apartment. The lease was up and if Elliot came back on his own I’d have to find a place to stay, and my jobs were all minimum wage. That didn’t pay the freight in the city. So I’d been dragged here.
“A hot bitch, maybe,” he said, his breath warm on my neck. His words, the tone of voice, sent a shiver through me. It had been a long time since a man came onto me. Damn, but it felt good, even if he was just flirting.
“She’s in a mood,” Elliot said, coming out of the room. “She’s barely tolerating me at the moment.”
“I can go to the house and unpack our stuff, see what’s in the fridge.”
Elliot hesitated. “Don’t do that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Charlene is living there and…”
The idea made me shudder. “She’s moved in?”
Chris stepped in front of Elliot. “How about this idea? We will leave you to work out the logistics of things with your mom and Charlene. Since the empress won’t give us an audience, I’ll take Anna on the grand tour of our great metropolitan city. Something in the burg must’ve changed since you guys were last here, and we aren’t doing anyone any good standing in this hallway.”
Elliot looked relieved. “That sounds perfect. Come back in a couple of hours.”
That sounded perfect to me too. I wanted to get away from the negativity, from Elliot’s accusing looks. “Call me if you want me to pick up anything for you.” I did feel bad for Elliot. On top of being the worst salesman in his office, he had to deal with his mother being critically ill. He wasn’t good at handling that sort of thing.
So I found myself in Chris’s car taking in the far-too-familiar sites. We drove past the old high-school I’d hated, the terrible library, the stores that held little of interest to me… “It all brings back memories,” I said.
“Not pleasant ones, I take it.” I looked at him and he smiled. “You sounded like I was making you eat shit.”
“Not making me… I came along to see the place, but I’ll admit that’s a good analogy for my memories. I’ve hated this town all my life.”
“All of it?”
“Everything here was a struggle for me. I thought I’d go out of my mind.”
“So Elliot was your way out.”
“That sounds cruel and maybe it is. I like him, and he was leaving. Some of the other guys I knew and liked, guys like Evan, intended to stay. That made us incompatible.”
“Some of us left.”
“You mean you? You were never interested in me, so that hardly counts.”
“Who says I wasn’t interested?”
“You never said anything, never acted like it.”
He reached over and put a hand on my thigh, his fingers warm on the bare skin where my short skirt had pulled up. I felt the heat as blood rushed to my face. “I didn’t notice you until you were with Elliot and then I didn’t feel right making a play for a friend’s girlfriend.”
His hand moved up my leg and I laughed. “But putting your hand on his wife’s leg is okay?”
“When I know he isn’t even touching her, yeah. When I figure she needs more than just a friend? Yeah, I do.”
I disliked myself for my feelings, but I loved the way his hand burned on my thigh, touching me so agonizingly close to my pussy. I was getting damp. I was so hungry for a man, his hand, his attentions felt so good that I was sure that if he’d pulled his hand away I would shriek with agony. “I see,” I said, my voice quivering as I forced myself to sound calm.
“Do you?” He stopped the car in front of the school. It was summer and no one was there. He got out. “Come on,” he said. “I have something to show you.”
I got out and followed him to the gym. “It’s all complicated,” he said. He reached over and touched my hair, running his hand gently down the back of my head.
He pointed. “When you started dating Elliot, I saw how hot you were. Charlene wanted him back, you know.”
“Yes. I never knew why he dumped her.”
“She cheated on him.”
“I don’t know. What I do know is that she saw me staring at you one day during gym class and got all huffy. She wanted to know what was so hot about you, really asking if I knew what Elliot saw in you, I think. So we were talking and she told me that she’d do anything to get him back.”
He winked. “That’s what I asked. Then she said that if I liked her then maybe Elliot would pay her attention again. I told her that what I’d like was a blowjob.”
“She did it?”
He smiled, remembering. “Eagerly. She got down on her knees right here on this very spot. She undid my pants and took out my cock. It got hard fast. Then she opened her mouth and sucked me off right here.”
“It didn’t work… getting Elliot back, I mean.”
“No. She wasn’t the cocksucker she thought she was. I never told Elliot anything. I think she expected I would and he’d be thinking about what he was missing. Anyway, the real complication is this—while she had my cock in her mouth, sucking it, I had closed my eyes and imagined it was you.”
I looked at him. “What?”
“I let myself believe you were the one taking my prick in that sweet mouth. I came so goddamn hard.”
“Why are you telling me this now?” The hand on the back of my head pulled my face close to his. Before I could think, he kissed me. I shivered with the tenderness in that moist kiss. Then he kissed me again, harder, this time putting an arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.
When the kiss broke, he held his face inches from mine. “Anna, I’m telling you this because being around you again has gotten me so hot, so worked up, that the memory of that blowjob came rushing back. I need it, and this time I want it to be you.”
I could see a fever in his eyes—desire. And I felt it too—it was regret at something that didn’t happen. “I wish it had been me,” I said before I could stop myself.
He held me by the shoulders, then pushed me down. My hands trailed down his body feeling the tension in him. When my hands crossed his crotch and ran my fingers over the hard bulge of his cock. “Suck it now,” he said. “Make it happen the way it should’ve happened.”
I spent thirty seconds feeling guilty about cheating on Elliot before I began to unzip the fly on Chris’s pants. He gasped as I opened them up and reached in through the fly of his boxers to grab his cock. It stiffened as I worked it out so that it jutted out. I held it by the base, then pointed it upward and licked the base of it. He shuddered. It was a beautiful prick and I put my tongue to the hot head and flicked it, then I tasted the salty precum in the slit and circled the tip. He touched my face, urging me. I opened my mouth and took it inside, feeling it swell even more. I relished the delicious flavor of man flesh. As I began sucking him, smelling his arousal as I added to it, I knew I had missed this. My problem wasn’t just Elliot, it was the entire direction of my life. For the first time I was doing something right, and it involved being on my knees in the gym giving my husband’s old friend a blowjob and loving it.
When he came, I swallowed Chris’s hot, salty cum and felt his relief.
He helped me to my feet and took my hand. “Come with me.”
It was a request, a command, and a challenge all rolled into one. I’d always found Chris’s voice made me feel weak inside and now more than ever. That voice of his was turning me on. I was shameless. I wanted him to fuck me. I want to be fucked by someone who was not Elliot; someone with a big, hard cock. Chris held that promise and it had me trembling.
Wordlessly, I nodded.