Troubles and Treats (8 page)

The whole walk back to our house Drew complains, “Fucking stupid ass fuck Swami. 
Next time we’re invited over there, I’m going to fuck that Swami up.”

I’m not going to hold my breast for another invitation any time soon.

“I can’t believe you’ve never played The Great Swami game before.  I’m disappointed
that you would fall for the oldest trick in the book.”

My dad, Andrew Senior, shakes his head at me in pity as we share a beer up at the
local pub and watch the Browns game.  I had invited my dad up here to get his take
on Jenny and see if he would be up to tailing her for a few days.  I’m not one hundred
percent positive that she’s falsifying a workman’s comp claim since she stopped limping
the day after she hurt her ankle, but I still have my doubts.  Something stinks in
suburbia and it’s not my balls.

“Can we get back to the topic at hand, please?  Will you do this for me or not?” I
ask as I signal the bartender for another drink.

“Son, I have had your back for twenty-four-”

“Thirty-four,” I supply.

“Thirty-four years.  I am not about to quit you now, soldier.  I will be on her like
flies on shit.  She doesn’t make a move without me knowing about it.  I love the smell
of deceit in the morning!”

My father’s enthusiasm for trying to catch my wife doing something bad doesn’t make
me feel better. 

My dad used to be a drill sergeant in the Marines until word got around just how scary
of a mother fucker he was.  The Corps had a hard time finding recruits in his area
because no one wanted to be the guy crying like a baby while my dad screamed in his
face.  He had retired early and opened his own private investigation business. 
             
Unfortunately, he's never lost that drill sergeant mentality.

“I need to know that you’re on board with whatever I have to do to uncover the truth,
is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I mutter.

“Say it like you’ve got a set of balls, you pansy ass!”

“YES, SIR!” I shout.

My dad smacks me on the back and tells me he’ll start his recon this evening when
Jenny is
supposedly
going to be running errands after she gets off of work.

We finish watching the Browns game while dad explains to me every few minutes what
he’ll be doing to try and catch Jenny in a lie.  I feel really bad about the fact
that I’m going behind her back, but I need to figure out what is wrong before I can
figure out how to fix it.

As the game ends and my dad and I part ways, I get in my car, turn on the radio and
the song “I Would Walk 500 Miles” comes on, and I’m immediately transported back in
time six years ago when Jenny and I went on our first date.

“I may have had too much to drink,” I had admitted with a big smile to Jenny as I
leaned my chair back on two legs.

She had smiled back at me and the beauty of it forced me to lose my balance and start
windmilling my arms as I began to tip backwards.

Jenny immediately reached out, grabbed onto the front of my shirt with her fist, and
yanked my chair back on four legs.  The act caused the chair to slide closer to her
and suddenly for the first time that night, I was close enough to run my nose against
her cheek and smell her hair.

“Did you just smell my hair?” she asked.

I pulled back and gave her a sheepish look.  “That depends.  If I say yes, will you
stick your stiletto up my ass?”

She smiled and shook her head “No”.

“Then yes, yes I was sniffing your hair.  It smells like mangoes.”

“That is so hot,” she whispered.

We stared into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, and I had to mentally smack myself
out of the trance she put me in before I threw her down on the table and banged her
right there in front of God and everyone.

“So, I realized I’m not even close to sober when a few minutes ago, when I piss a
take…I mean took a piss, I screamed when the automatic toilet flushed.  I probably
won’t be able to drive you home,” I told her honestly.

“Oh my God, I hate those automatic flushers!  Sometimes they flush before I’m even
finished and it creeps me out.  Like it knows and can see me and just wants to mess
with me,” she said.

“Holy hell, I always tell people that.  I really think there is a camera in the toilet
bowl with some pervy little man in another room watching and laughing when he hits
the button early.”

We stared at each other for a few minutes and once again, there was nothing I’d rather
do right then than to lean in and do dirty things with her mouth.  But that wasn't
something I wanted to do in the middle of a crowded bar.  When it finally happened,
we needed to be alone.  Preferably in a bed.  Or on a picnic table in a random park.

“Come on, give me the keys, I’ll drive you home,” she said as she held her hand out
in front of me.  I pull the keys out of my pocket and drop them in her hand.

~

Jenny insisted on stopping at Denny’s on the way home because she was hungry and always
wanted to order Moons Over My Hammy because it was funny to say.  I almost asked her
to marry me on the spot.

“Funny you mention ham.  I have issues with ham when I’m really, really drunk,” I
told her, shoveling a mouthful of scrambled eggs in my mouth.  “The past few times
Carter and I have gone out, we always wind up at the grocery store at the end of the
night so I can go to the deli counter and order five pounds of ham.”

Jenny laughed and wiped her mouth on a napkin.  “Why would you order five pounds of
ham?” she asked.

“Well, I’ve only heard this story from Carter so I’m not absolutely sure it’s true
since I have no recollection of the events.  But according to him, I always buy ham
and then walk down the sidewalk tossing ham at people, calling myself the Meat Fairy.”

Jenny continued to laugh and when my cell phone buzzed on the table in front of me,
I ignored it. She picked it up and started scrolling through the apps.  Normally,
this would make me want to smack a chick in the ovaries, but with Jenny, I didn’t
mind at all.  I leaned over and saw she was clicking on the Facebook app.

“Check and see if my status still says, ‘I suck big cocks.'  Carter got a hold of
my phone the other day and I haven’t figured out how to change it.”

Jenny leaned slightly away and typed something into the phone with a smile on her
face.  I let her do her thing as I finished my food.

While we waited to pay the bill, we continued talking about stupid shit we’d done
when we were drunk.  Jenny’s story about sending an email to her grandmother that
said “I finger-banged an orangutan.  It was a party at the zoo!” because she’ll do
anything people dare her to do when she’s drunk had my Meat Fairy story beat by a
long shot.

Jenny started up the car and I leaned over the console and rested my head on her shoulder,
turned on the radio, and flipped through the stations.  The gay ass song “I Would
Walk 500 Miles” came on and I snorted a laugh.

“There are only two things I would walk 500 miles for: beef jerky and you,” I admitted.

Jenny immediately flipped the blinker from turning right, toward my house, to left. 
I didn’t say a word as she pulled out of the parking lot and away from the direction
I lived.  I was praying to the Meat Fairy that she was taking me back to her place
and I wouldn't want to say anything and spook her into turning around.

A few minutes later, we pulled into the driveway of a cute little blue bungalow with
a front porch and flower boxes under the windows.

“So, this is my place.  I hope it’s okay we came here,” she said quietly.

“It is absolutely okay.  I live with Carter and he’s probably at home jerking off
with a bottle of chocolate sauce.  My eyes can’t take that shit anymore.”

We get out of the car and I grab her hand as we round the hood and start up the stairs. 
She let go of my hand to dig into her purse for her keys and unlock the door.  As
we walk inside, I was suddenly reminded of the fact that I smell like beer and tequila. 
I needed a shower and I needed it bad.  Even if nothing happened between us tonight,
I still wanted to do everything in my power to be close to her.  I wasn't doing that
when Budweiser is leaking from my pores.

She happily obliged my request, showed me to the bathroom, leaving a folded, clean
towel on the back of the toilet for me before leaving and closing the door behind
her.

I undressed as quickly as possible and hopped into the shower, not wanting to waste
too much time away from her.  As always when I was in the shower, I started singing.

“Hold me closer, Tony Daaaaanza.  Count the head lice on the hiiiiiiiiighway.”

While singing and washing my hair, I heard a noise behind me and turned to find a
wet, naked Jenny standing in the shower with me, a huge grin on her face as she looked
me up and down.

“Holy fuck, am I dreaming,” I asked, speaking directly to her boobs.  “I’m sorry,
I’m finding it impossible to look you in the eyes right now.”

I continued staring at the world’s most perfect boobs as she took a step closer to
me and held up a tube of something for me to see.  I regrettably pulled my eyes away
from
booby
heaven to read the label on the bottle that bottle said, ‘Great Head’.

“I got this the other night at the sex toy party I went to.  It’s supposed to numb
the back of my throat so I don’t gag during a blow job.  I’ve never been with a guy
whose junk was anywhere near the back of my throat, but I’m pretty sure you have them
beat.  Wanna give it a try and see if it works?’

I stared at her with an open mouth and, I wasn't going to lie, a few tears in my eyes. 
Thank God the shower was throwing mist and drops of water all over the place and she
wouldn’t see my tears of joy.

All I could do was stare and nod my head up and down, my mouth still open in awe. 
She opened the tube of gel and squirted a generous amount on her index finger before
sliding it into her mouth and sucking it clean.  Little Drew jerked down below, and
I mentally told him to calm his shit down or he was going to spit all over the place
before this even started.

Jenny placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me until my back was flat against
the cold tile wall. She quickly got to her knees and wrapped her hand around my dick,
running her tongue teasingly over the head as I squealed.

Yep, totally just squealed and I didn’t even care.

I slid my hands into her wet hair and held on for dear life.  There was no way I would
push her down further, but I needed to do something with my hands before I started
clapping them in front of me like a gay dude at a Barbara Streisand concert.

With one hand clutching my ass, her other hand slipped down my shaft and cupped my
balls before she slid her mouth all the way down to the base.

“MISSISSIPPI MUD FUCK!” I yelled, thunking my head against the shower wall.

My excitement motivated Jenny to give it all she was worth.  She sucked me in even
deeper until yep, I felt the head of my cock touch the back of her throat.  It was
official. I was in the best porno movie in the history of the world.  I now regretted
my decision not to bring my cell phone into the shower with me.  This was something
that should be recorded for all time.  After she adjusted her mouth around my shaft,
she slid me almost all the way back out and then began a lightning fast rhythm with
the whole in-out, in-out.  Her small hand tightened around the base of my cock and
began pumping me in sync with the glide of her mouth.

“Holy chips and dip, you’re really good at this,” I moaned as I looked down and watched
her.

She moaned in answer and the sound vibrated all the way down my cock and through my
balls.  I started panting like a dog in heat.  She moved her hand off of my ass and
cupped my balls again, rolling them around in the palm of her hand.

“Goat fucking fucker that feels amazing!”

I continued to mutter nonsense as she quickened her pace.  Within seconds, months
of pent-up sperm erupted from my cock, and I screamed in drunken, mind-numbing pleasure
as she swallowed all of my swimmers.  “WILLIE NELSON WONDER CATS!”

My body stood completely still, every bone locked into place and my mouth hung open
in shock and amazement while Jenny pulled me out of her mouth and kissed the head
of my dick like it was a cute little puppy.

The water pouring out of the shower head went cold a while ago and I hadn’t even noticed. 
Jenny stood up from her knees while I
rested
motionless against the shower wall, hoping my legs wouldn’t give out.

“That stuff totally worked!  I didn’t gag at all!  I tested it out earlier with a
banana but it was mushy and I think I swallowed some of the skin.  It was gross. 
You weren’t gross at all and you kind of tasted like popcorn.”

“I hope you know that I plan on marrying you some day.  So keep your calendar open,”
I told her seriously as I turned off the water and we stepped out of the shower to
towel ourselves off.

Jenny laughed the cutest little laugh and leaned up on her tip toes to kiss me on
the cheek.  Now that my excess sperm had vacated the meat whistle, all of the alcohol
I consumed this evening started swirling around in my belly and a headache began forming.