R/T/M (14 page)

     We go back to her place and we settle in.

     The only places to go were her bed or the little loveseat that served as her couch.

     We set up on the loveseat with the booze on a TV table in front of us.

     She had a little TV/VCR.   Her computer monitor had a larger screen so we used that.

     I had brought down a few DVDs and I put ‘Videodrome’ into her DVD drive.

     We watched the movie and drank.   Sipping away.

     The movie ended and I threw in ‘Wild at Heart’.

     The Sparks didn’t make it through the first flick and I had killed three ciders and she had killed almost the whole bottle of SoCo by the end of the second.

     The movie ended and we just turned towards each other and smiled and started kissing.   After a bit of that she got up and I followed her lead.   She took my hand and led me over to where her bed was.

     The sex wasn’t really anything interesting.   It was good, but not the best I’ve ever had.

     It was great to finally get my hands on those tits but time had not been kind and they kind of fell over to the sides of her chest when she was laying on her back.   They were better when she sat on top and we’d take turns playing with them.   Most chicks I hooked up with didn’t play with their tits during sex, but she knew she had great tits and
they were a big part of her sex life, pardon the pun.

     She didn’t ride on top much though and when she laid on her back I’d kneel in front of her and drill her and watch her boobs bobble about and she’d giggle like a lunatic.   It was a lot of fun but like I said, it wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had.

     Plus the outer lips of her vagina were all scrunched up and looked like chewed bubble gum or a wrinkly wad of silly putty.

     It didn’t last long.   She was always so perky and optimistic.

     She was always saying that she was sure that everything would work out alright.

     I got sick of that shit and one day I said, “Really?   Are you really sure?   And what if it doesn’t?”

     That was pretty much that.

     We had plans and I called her the day before and she didn’t answer so I left her a message.

     I called her the day of and she didn’t answer.   I didn’t bother leaving a message.

     Just like the last one.   I guess that’s how chicks break up with people these days.

     The next one I looked up I had to think a little further back to find.

     I had looked for her before and she didn’t have a MySpace profile.

     This time around she had one.

     I sent her a message and we set up a date.

     We went to a Mexican restaurant that had great enchiladas and a good selection of beers.

     She was sharp.   That was what I had admired about her back then and the years had not blunted her wit.

     We had dinner and a few beers and then the time came to check out.

     We went out and sat in my car and talked.

     She asked if I would hold her and I complied.

     She said it was so good to be held.

     She told me she has trouble being physical with people because her grandfather used to take her out on camping trips.   She didn’t have to tell me the details of what he got up to with her on the camping trips.   I’m a smart guy and I could figure it out.   I’ve got a good imagination.

     Crying and talking about child molestation didn’t seem like anything to follow up on so I dropped her off and we made plans to hang out at my place the next week.

     The next week I picked her up and we went to the liquor store and got more of the same beer we drank at the Mexican restaurant.   A sixer of Negro Modelas and a twelve pack of Corona Lights.

     We get to my place and I show her the upper part of the house which is practically empty then we go down into my basement.

     I don’t have a couch.   I just have my TV set up on a couple foot-locker stacked on top of each other with all of my DVDs stacked in front.

     I put in ‘In My Skin’ this freaky French movie about a woman that gradually comes to regard her body as a foreign object and starts to disassemble herself.   It’s really unsettling.

     While we’re watching it we have a couple beers and I stroke her face and play with her ears.   She has big ears that kind of stick out and wide eyes and big pouty lips.

     The movie ends and I turn the TV off and we put our half-empty beers on the nightstand and get to making out.   Her kisses are gentle and sweet and I can feel and taste her need.

     I slyly, subtly undo the buttons of her blouse so that when we break for a second and she looks down she looks surprised that her shirt is open.   She has on a plain white bra and her nipples are little bumps showing through the material of the cups.

     I roll her on top of me and I push the shoulder of her shirt back and she shrugs out of it.

     I reach back and pinch the back of her bra open and it slouches and she shrugs it off.

     Her breasts are perfect.   Even though she’s a year older than me they don’t droop at all.

     I take off my shirt and she humps me.   I can tell she’s getting really hot.

     I roll her off of me onto her back and I go for the buttons on her shorts.

     She puts her hands over mine and looks at me and says, “Wait!”

     We’re frozen for a moment and I say, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

     She takes her hands off of mine and she closes her eyes.

     I undo the buttons and pull just her shorts off.   She’s wearing plain white cotton panties that match her bra.

     I kneel in front of her, between her calves and I claw my fingers up and down her body and she writhes in response to my touch.

     After half a dozen passes I put my left hand over her vagina over her panties.   It’s warm and damp.

     I switch my left for my right and I press against her with my thumb and she moans.

     I get up off the bed and take off my pants and boxers and she opens her eyes to slits to look at me.

     I get on my knees in front of her and put my fingers into the top of the waistband of her panties
and she opens her eyes and looks at me with a kind of scared look in her eyes.

     I pull her panties down over her legs and drop them onto the floor.

     She asks, “Do you have any condoms?”, in a quavering voice.

     I take one off of the shelf of the nightstand and tear it open and roll it down.

     I’m rock hard and I lean over on top of her.

     I clutch my rod in my right hand and slip it between her pussy lips and find the entrance to her vaginal passage.

     I try to push it into her but I can’t.

     Either I’m too big or she’s too small.

     It feels like her cunt is clenched like a fist.

     I try and try and she winces and sucks in air through her clenched teeth.

     It’s just not fucking happening.

     Try clenching your fist.   Then try pushing your dick into it if you have one.

     Not too fucking easy is it?

     I start going rubbery, which just doesn’t help the situation.

     She asks me, “What’s the matter?”.

     I tell her, “I don’t think it’s gonna happen, babe.”.

     She looks disappointed and says, “I’m really results oriented.”.

     Who says something like that at a time like that?

     I take off the condom and I put my right hand on her pubic mound and slip my thumb into her.

     She fucks my thumb breathing hard and gasping and moaning like she’s having sex.

     And she clenches my thumb so hard when she cums I couldn’t pull my thumb out at that moment if I wanted to.

     My thumb now knows what a dog’s dick feels like.

     I figured maybe we could try again but she rolls over on her side and curls into the fetal position and starts sobbing.

     I start go into the bathroom and take a leak and when I get back she’s composed herself and she’s looking around for her clothes.

     I get dressed while she gets dressed and then we leave and I drop her off at home.

     At her place she opens the car door and steps out then leans in and kisses me on the cheek and says, “Thank you.”.

     I say, “See you.” and looked out the windshield.

     She closed the door and I drove away into the night.

     Now that the rules have changed I should really give her a call.

     I bet she’d be a lot of fun after I put a couple of shish-kabob skewers into her eyeballs.

     But maybe I should just leave her be.

     She’s had enough of a rough time in this lifetime.

     I ran out of girls that I had already dated or known from high school or college.

     Some didn’t have MySpace profiles and some were in relationships and some were just not interested.

     It happens.

     I jazzed up my profile and started to try to talk up some new girls.

     And by jazzed up, I mean streamlined.

     You’ve got to look at your profile objectively.

     Think about the best way to lay it out to make it look cool and kind of detached.

     Like you don’t even care about MySpace but you just happen to accidentally have an awesome profile anyway.

     One of the secrets is not accepting people’s stupid fucking comments.

     Just keep the really fucking cool ones.

     I found this girl that lived about a half hour away.

     She had some nice profile pictures and she looked like a doll.

     Short black hair that framed her face, big blue eyes, wide cheekbones and a tiny mouth.

     I checked out her profile and I saw that she was into David Lynch films so I sent her a message like, “Hey.   Found you by accident.   We should hang out and watch Blue Velvet.   Maybe make some napalm.
   Later.”

     She bit and we made plans.

     I drove out to get her and when I pulled up in front of her house I called her cell phone she came out.

     She looked like she was sixteen and had a Hello Kitty shirt on.

     Don’t worry.   She was twenty-two.   She just looked sixteen.

     Normally dressing yourself up to look younger than you are freaks me out and I’m not into ironic panties with cartoon characters printed on them or girls that dress up like Strawberry Shortcake or Alice in Wonderland on Halloween, but this girl was cute and she pulled it off.

     We make small talk on the ride back.

     When we get back to my place I showed her down into the basement and she dropped her bag off.

     I asked her if she wanted a drink and she said sure, and I went upstairs to the kitchen where the big refrigerator was.   She followed me up and I laughed and said hey.   She said, “I always watch when people make my drinks.”   I shrugged, I didn’t care.

     I made us both these awesome drinks I designed.   Amaretto sours with freeze pops as ice-cubes.

     I let her pick which one she wanted and we went back downstairs.

     We settled in on the bed like it was a futon and I put in ‘Suspiria’.

     We both kind of drink our drinks and watch the movie just laying there, each with our own stack of pillows behind us.   The movie ends and I we’d finished our drinks.   I looked over at her and said, “Another?”.   She dove on me and starts kissing me hard.   She climbs up and straddles me and she’s kissing me hard and humping me and making gaspy noises.

     I grab the bottom of her shirt and she puts her arms up and I rip it over her head.   She’s got pale skin and a smooth black bra on and it looks really hot.   She grabs my shirt and rips it off of me and we make out hard some more.   I push her back and I grab the top of her jeans and fumble with the buttons, ripping them open.   She grabs the front of my jeans and pops the button and zips it down and my bulge bulges out.

     She pulls my underwear down to the base of my cock and starts jerking me off with her right hand and panting, watching her hand jerking me off.

     The waistband of my underwear is strangling my balls, so I lift my but and slip my jeans down to my thighs.

     The turns and makes out with me hard while jerking me off.

     I slide my right hand around to the back of her head and clench my fist full of her hair.

     She gasps and dives down on my dick with her mouth and immediately deep throats it, getting as much of its length into her mouth as she can until it hits the back of her throat and obstructs her windpipe.