Trashy (5 page)

“I’m not sayin’ it’s what Buck meant, but that sounds an awful lot like what your Mama was trying to get you to do tonight, Vickie. It ain’t for money, but,” I fumble, looking for words that aren’t comin’ easy. “I just want you to know you can say ‘no’ anytime and I won’t think less of you.”

“Will you think less of me if I say ‘yes’?” Jesus, I’m in trouble. She sounds coy. I just grunt again, not knowing where things are going.

She shifts up, her hair draping over my skin, tickling me in a hundred different places. My hand cups her face and I bring her down for a kiss. What her first kiss with us should have been.

My tongue sweeps along her lip gently before seeking entrance into her sweet mouth. I go slow, but firm. Little Vickie needs a teacher. Someone who’ll guide her in the ways of men’s bodies, but also her own. I can’t promise to be gentle with her always, but I make a promise in my mind and my heart to never let her feel like her mother.

Vickie melts like butter to my kiss, surrendering. She’s eager and a little sloppy, pressing close, trying to speed things up. I love it, but I don’t let her. Winding my fingers through her hair, I grasp it and pull her back.

“I love it when y’all do that,” she hisses.

“Do what?”

“Pull my hair.”

I wrench a little harder and she makes a pained squeak that has me letting go. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just promised to be gentle and already I’m trying to push her limits.

“No--” she protests, nudging me with her head. “Don’t stop.”

We’re whispering, so close our rapid breaths are heating between us. Everything is heating between us. Her hand slides under my blanket and wraps around my raging erection.

“Oh! You sleep naked?”

“Yep.” Her hand pumps me a few times and my hips buck. I’m already feeling the churn in my groin, my climax brewing, so I catch her wrist tight and make her stop. “Why are you in here, baby girl?”

Baby girl
. That’s Buck’s term for her. The one that makes her seem vulnerable. Needy. Buck’s always liked it a little rough with women. Sometimes a lot rough. They flock to him, though, so what do I know?

“I want you, Shep. I want you to… to f-fuck me.” She stumbles over the cuss word and it’s adorable and my cock leaps in her palm. I know she knows what she’s doing to me.

I’ve taken a few cherries in my life, but I’ve never wanted one as much as hers. Squeezing her hard hard again, her whimper makes up my mind. If she wants it a little rough, I can give it to her. “You want my big cock in that tight, virgin pussy?” The dirty talk comes easy, startling me.

Vickie moans and wiggles, slipping her leg over mine. “Oh, yes, Shep, I do. Please.”

“Please, what?” This was what Buck did. Made her beg for it. The power of it is coursing through me and I’m harder than a steel rod. “Please take your cherry?”

“Yes! Please take my cherry!”

Fucking hell. I roll both of us, pinning her under me. My hand seeks the heat between her legs. Is she always wet? It seems like it. Pride thunders through me. She’s this wet
for me
. She wants me to put my cock in that virgin hole. To be her first. And she’s
begging
me for it.

Yanking the drawer to the bedside table, I grab around clumsily until I find my condoms. Yeah, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with a woman, but I like to be prepared, okay? Just because I only finished high school doesn’t make me an idiot. Of course, a flash of the vision of her pregnant hits me and I’m reluctant to suit up. Have I always wanted to be a father this much? Or does she just bring it out of me?

My teeth help rip open the package and then I roll it down my cock, shoving thoughts of fatherhood down. Placing my hands on her thick, young thighs, I spread her legs open. It’s dark in the room, and it seems to make everything else stronger. The sweet musk of her pussy fills the air. The small vibrations of her shaking, tremors that my palms and fingers pick up, travel up my arms and straight to my heart.

My chest squeezes and I almost back off. She should be giving this to some football player in his car. A first love. Maybe a first boyfriend at college. Not some bearded asshole over ten years her senior, broken in ways she can’t begin to understand.

Then again, if I don’t do it, some other asshole will. Maybe that football player fucks her and dumps her after, telling everyone how easy she gave it up. That first college boyfriend sleeps with her roommate a week later. Maybe it'd be Buck, with his obsession for her young pussy and his desire to dominate.

With that, I push into her in one strong, measured thrust. My hand clamps over her mouth, stifling her cry of pain. We rest like that, her whimpers cut off at my palm, my hip bones digging into her plush thighs, my nose buried in her neck.

The tight sheath of her pussy is unreal. It squeezes all around my dick, milking as it clenches and adjusts to my girth. It’s so fucking hard to give her time. Every muscle in my body is clenched, ready to claim her hard.

She smells like us already, the fresh scent of Buck’s shampoo in her golden locks. Having the reminder of him makes the moment feel both better and worse. He’s going to be pissed that I claimed her first, but he’s the one who started this shit in the first place.

When she’s quiet, I take my hand off her mouth. “I’m ready, Shep. I want you to come in me,” she whimpers.

“Oh, Vickie, I’m going to.” My hips begin to rock in her. In excruciating control, I pull out and then rock back in, trying to keep her first time as smooth as possible.

Before long, though, Vickie’s clawing at me. She wraps her legs around and locks her ankles at my back, and it snaps my control. Getting a good grip on her plump ass, I pull her up with me. Kneeling on my bed and holding her up, I begin to bounce Vickie up and down on my cock.

She’s gasping and moaning with each bouncing thrust, crashing down on my cock. Those thick thighs are squeezing my waist.

“Yes, Shep, yes!”

We’re not even hiding what we’re doing in here anymore. My bed is groaning and squealing in protest. I’m plowing her so hard she’s grunting, but she keeps clinging to me, so I pick up the pace. This should be too rough for a first time, but she’s urging me on.

My balls tighten and being buried in her tight snatch undoes me. I come hard, roaring, plunging myself deep inside her.

Buck’s voice startles us when he says, “Come now, baby girl. Come all over his dick.” We’re too far gone to stop and with his command Vickie’s coming with me, our sweat and voices and bodies mingling.

Shaking, I pull myself from her, letting her drop onto my bed. Vickie seems dazed until she sees the blood on the condom. At that, her eyes widen, and the realization of what’s happened is sinking in.

“Oh gosh,” she whispers, “that was better than I expected. Thank you,” she gushes, even though she’s the one who just gave her virginity to me.

My chest is heaving and the moment is almost perfect except for the knot in my stomach. Raking a hand through my hair, I look at Buck, expecting the storm. It never comes. He’s leaning in my doorway, the hall lamp illuminating him. His longer blond hair is shaggy from sleep, mussed in a way that other men try for but can’t manage.

His green eyes meet mine, and they’re happy. Happy. Happy for me, I guess, or happy for us? I don’t know. I just know that the rivalry I was expecting, the two bulls clashing, isn’t happening.

Buck’s not wearing a shirt, and when he comes into my room the low light dances off his sculpted chest and abs. The front of his sweatpants is tented with his hard on. He’s got something in his hand: A jar of Crisco.

“Baby girl, do you think you can let me take your other cherry tonight? Are you up for it?”

Her eyes are big as moons and her plump lower lip trembles. “I’m sore,” she says meekly. “Shep took my only cherry. Don’t be mad,” she begs.

He sits beside her and I hover, ready to stop him. I want him to be happy, too. I do. But Vickie’s such a frail thing. We’ve done things to her body tonight that she probably hadn’t dreamed about. Is it fair to ask  her to go from virginal to cock slut overnight?

No. Yes?

I don’t know.

“Shhh, I’m not gonna take you there,” Buck says as he gently pats her pussy. “I know it hurts. It’ll feel better each time we fuck it. But tonight, I want this one.” His hand disappears and she jumps on my bed as he fingers her backdoor.

She bites her lip, her eyelashes fluttering. “You want me there?” Now I relax. Vickie’s playing coy. That tiny-girl voice is a front, because her nipples are hard and she’s already spreading her legs.

Buck rips open a condom and rolls it on. “Mmhmm. I want you to be a big girl and get on your hands and knees.”

Vickie does. Part of me wants to stay, to watch. This is pulling me in too fast. A riptide of lust. But Buck really seemed happy for me, and I’m going to give him his turn.

Leaving, I shut the door and go to the kitchen.

Eating a bowl of cereal, I listen to my mattress, Buck’s grunts, and Vickie’s cries until dawn.

Vickie

I’ve never woken up in another person’s bed before. Or with a man’s arm draped possessively over me.

I like it.

Last night I’d snuck into Shep’s room. I know he’d said I could wait to sleep with them. It was that thoughtfulness that made me choose him. Buck is sunny, and commanding, and so many things that I admire. He makes me smile.

But Shep is… I don’t know. He hides his considerate nature beneath his bad boy facade. Now that I’ve been kissed by him, touched by him, I can’t believe the rumors about him. Murderer? No way. There’s something dark that flits underneath his skin, but it isn’t the whole of who he is. I think maybe he’s just sad. I know how that feels.

Sex was a great distraction. Yesterday I woke up a virgin, newly eighteen, and excited about my prospects outside of the trailer park. Cedar Hills is the poorest part of town, and the town isn’t rich. But with my daddy being just another John, my mom needed cheap rent in a place where no one was going to care how many visitors she had.

That trailer had been my home my whole life. Three small bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. No TV. No computers. A land line. The bare essentials. We didn’t get cell phones until two years ago, and only because Lloyd said textin’ worked better for clients than calling.

Now I’m in another trailer. No big leap from the park, just one door over. I know I should be disappointed. My mother always laughed when I said I was gonna move to a city.
“White trash stays white trash, and park trash will always be park trash.”
No wonder she’d assumed I’d end up workin’ like her.

Last night I slept with two men. I let them take every hole in my body. It didn’t feel like work, though. I couldn’t tell you what makes the difference. Am I paying for a roof with my body? Maybe, but it doesn’t feel like it. The sex feels liberating instead of binding. Like I get to chose, right here and now, to
not
be my mother. It’s something I can
relish
.

Buck is snoring. Twisting slow, so as not to wake him, I lay on my side, facing him. In sleep he looks boy-next-door cute to the extreme. Younger, maybe. Both Buck and Shep have lines on their faces. Shep’s are deeper, though. Buck’s are those laugh-lines. They’re softer in sleep, like they’re in on the joke.

My whole body hurts. My mouth is sore from cocks and bruising kisses. My pussy and bottom? Aching. Was it worth it? Yes, yes, yes.

Something changed last night. The blowjobs were, well, maybe not given with my best intentions. I was horny, and two men wanted me. I think maybe I felt like I had to say thank you, though. So I let them do that to me.

But they could’ve taken the blow jobs and kicked me out. Or had sex with me right then and there. I would’ve let them, too. There were so many times for the other shoe to fall. That’s what Mama always told me happens with men. She’d say, “Give them a shot between your legs and they’ll take it and and leave.”

Maybe that’s why I kept my virginity so long, way after the girls at school lost theirs.

I gave them a little of me, and they gave me all of them. I meant what I said to Shep: I’m happy here. The happiest I’ve ever been. Because Shep and Buck wear everything on their sleeves, and right now?

They want me.

Prying myself free from Buck, who snores harder and rolls over, I look in Shep’s closet and grab a white t-shirt. My suitcase is still in the living room and I don’t want to walk through the house looking like a harlot.

Pulling it over my head, it smells like him and I hope he doesn’t mind. It’s buttery soft, an undershirt that’s been worn for years. Is it crazy that I’m jealous it got to be so close to him for so long?

Shep’s not in Buck’s room or the kitchen. I peek in the back, third room. It looks like they’ve set up a small gym in here, which explains their chiseled bodies. Sweet Lord, I bet if Mama had men with their bodies coming to her each night she wouldn’t be so bitter.

Vickie, that’s a nasty thought.

It is, and I banish it quickly. Bitterness is something that comes too easy to folks in the park. It makes those little rays of sunshine brighter, like the Taylor twins running through with sprinklers on the fourth of July, or when the grocer let me take milk and bread home even though I forgot my wallet. I want to be like that, too.

In the kitchen I find some cereal and milk and help myself. The day looms in front of me and it’s becoming painfully obvious I don’t know what to do with myself.

The linoleum floor creaks as Buck comes in. “Sleep well?” He’s got this goofy grin plastered on his face that warms me up.

“Not really, two rowdy men kept me up all night.”

He whistles and goes to the coffee maker. My eyes are glued to his movements so I can learn how he likes things like coffee and breakfast. “Is that so? Well, was it worth it?”

“Hell yes, it was!”

Buck stiffens and crosses over to me in a flash, his hand gripping my jaw. The green of his eyes is dark and dangerous. His fingers squeeze painfully and my mouth opens a little with a squeak. Buck shoves two fingers of his other hand into my mouth, all the way back, and with a surprise I struggle. He holds me firm.

“Watch that mouth, baby girl, or I’m gonna have to wash it out with soap. Good little girls don’t cuss, do they?”

The rough pads of his fingers presses my tongue down. Slowly, he slides them in and out, never breaking his punishing stare or painful grip on my jaw. Fear causes a thrill to run through me, starting at the nape of my neck and ending, not in my stomach, but in my pussy.

This is a side of Buck that I caught a peek of last night, but I can see clearly now. He wants to be rough with me. It scares me, but I’m interested, too. Like the danger is calling to me, a song I can’t ignore.

“Shep’s not here, so you’re gonna have to listen to the rules I lay down. Are you listening, sweet thing?”

I nod, because I can’t talk with his fingers sliding in and out of my mouth, mimicking his cock.

“You’re gonna clean the house. You’re gonna make breakfast, pack us lunches, and have dinner ready at night. You’re gonna keep that body clean and ready for whenever we want to fuck you. However we want to.” His words make my nipples tighten and sends butterflies flittering inside of me. “You’re gonna be a good girl. No cussing. No sexy clothing for anyone but us. No flirting with other men. No
looking
at other men. You’re ours, our little girl, and we’re gonna protect you.”

Heat is flooding through me and I feel so hot. Burning for Buck. I should be outraged, but it’s like he knows me better than I know myself. It’s everything I never wanted to admit I wanted. To be cared for. To be a man’s servant and woman. Now Buck’s telling me these things, like he’s got secret access to my darkest fantasies. It makes it feel dirty in the best way. 

His fingers pull all the way out. “If you can’t do this, I’m gonna have to punish you, baby, and I don’t want to do that.”

“What kind of punishment?” I can’t hide the tremor in my voice. 

“Hmmm…” He thinks, smiling and stroking my hair. “I think for small infractions, spanking. For something bigger, my belt or a switch.”

My skin breaks out in goosebumps and I’m sure these things are supposed to make me scared, but they just make me curious. And horny.

“Bad girls might get sent to bed with no supper. Bad girls might have to spend all day on their hands and knees, like a puppy instead of a girl. Bad girls might have to clean with a toothbrush and be called all sorts of bad-girl names. How do these things sound?”

Buck’s pupils are huge, the green barely visible. What is visible is the hard tent of his cock in his sweatpants.

How did it sound?

I wanted it all. As scary and despicable is it sounded, it also sounded like heaven. Mute, I nod. Then my hands reach to pull his dick out of his sweatpants. After all, good girls don’t let their boyfriend go to work all riled up!