I stood in the tiny nook that served as my kitchen staring out the window over the sink as I waited for the Mr. Coffee to finish gurgling. It was just after six, but the sun was already well above the horizon and bringing with it the heat of the day. I could feel the moist air wafting through the open window like the heavy heat of a hair dryer.
The apartment would be sweltering by the time I got home because there was no air conditioning other than the noisy window unit in my bedroom. I usually just left the windows wide open so the air could flow through.
I wasn’t too concerned about anybody climbing in and stealing anything because there wasn’t much to steal. I hadn’t bothered to decorate or furnish the place. It had a “store room” feeling about it and that was just fine with me. Plus, hanging pictures and putting down rugs would mean that I was putting down roots. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that, not here is a little hovel above my practice. Hell, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to stay in Gulf Breeze, even though it had been my home for most of my life, except when I was at Texas A&M getting my degrees.
I had a battered sofa in the living room and one of those old-style, giant big screen TVs that weighed a metric ton. They came with the place and still worked good enough for me. In the kitchen was a small table with two mismatched chairs, the Mr. Coffee, a microwave, and an ancient refrigerator that made noises like a freight train at random times throughout the day and night. The first night I’d slept there it scared the living crap out of me.
I had a single bed and dresser in the tiny bedroom that I’d brought with me from mama’s house. It was the bed from my old bedroom, the one I had slept on when I was a girl. Shane and I had made love in that bed dozens of times when my folks were gone. Silly, but when I lie awake at night sometimes I can feel him next to me, can hear him breathing, can smell the sweat from his young body after he rolled off me after sex. How different things might have been if Shane hadn’t been so free with his cock. I understood he was just a stupid boy and stupid boys do stupid things with their stupid cocks, but goddammit, why did he have to go and fuck Juju Wheeler of all people? I could have asked my ex-husband the same thing because it was catching him fucking Juju in our bed that finally drove me away. Looking back now she did me a favor by fucking Bradley, but she pretty much ruined my dreams by fucking Shane. No, scratch that. Juju was just the common denominator. It was Bradley and Shane that fucked things up. I couldn’t blame Juju for fucking either of them. I had been doing it for years. Still, it wasn’t like she couldn’t get any other man in town with her big blonde hair and big bouncy tits and big puffy lips. Why did she have to zero in on the two men that supposedly belonged to me?
I poured myself a cup of black coffee and carried it to the bedroom to get ready for work. We opened the doors at seven and I always had a full schedule of sick dogs and cats, and I needed to run by the Gibbs place to check on the new fold. And if memory served, Juju was bringing in her little dog Pumpkin for its shots next week. It was only my dedication to helping the animals that prevented me from telling her to take her fucking dog somewhere else. It wasn’t the dog’s fault its mistress was a fucking slut
who had the same taste in men that I did. Shit, I would have gladly given her Bradley, but why did she have to go and kill what I had with Shane? When I asked her that question when we were teenagers she just smiled and wiped lipstick from the corner of her lips with the tip of one stiff finger.
“If Shane was happy with you, he wouldn’t want me,” she said, eyeing me up and down before turning to walk away. Her luscious blonde hair bounced and her hips swayed from side to side. I wanted to tackle her and strangle her until she turned blue, but I didn’t because in the back of my mind I had already thought the same thing.
If Shane was truly happy with me, he probably wouldn’t have screwed Juju in the first place.
And he wouldn’t have gotten into the car with Kenny that night.
Or did what he did to his old man the next day.
He probably never would have left Gulf Breeze if I hadn’t pushed him away.
And I could only imagine how different my life might be today.
* * *
Juju Wheeler was the blonde, big breasted, cheerleading captain at Gulf Breeze High. She could jump higher than the other cheerleaders, cheer louder, and really get the crowd going during the Friday night games. She was willing to do anything to get the boys on the team revved up and ready to kick ass on the field, including giving the star players blowjobs on the team bus and letting them fuck her in the ass in the dressing room. Juju was a total slut, but only for select members of the Gulf Breeze Sharks. She had worked her way through the defensive line and was now eyeing the offense as it got closer to the state playoffs. Shane was the quarterback of the team. The star. He had an arm that everyone thought would end up throwing touchdowns for Texas A&M. I knew Juju had been hitting on him for months, but everybody knew Shane belonged to me. Juju knew it, too. She just didn’t give a shit.
“You think she’s pretty?” I asked Shane one night as we sat in the car at the Sonic Drive-In watching Juju hold court at one of the outside tables across the way. She was surrounded by her cheerleading squad and a couple of the football players. Shane shrugged noncommittally as he sucked Root Beer through a straw.
“She’s not ugly,” he said with a sideways grin, licking his lips.
“She’s a slut,” I said, huffing at her through the dirty windshield. “You know everybody calls her Deep Throat, don’t you?”
“I do,” Shane said, wiping a hand across his lips.
I turned my disgust in his direction. “Does that sort of thing get you hot?” I slid my hand up his thigh and found his cock waiting there. It immediately hardened at my touch.
“I am not averse to deep throating, if that’s what you mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “You wanna drive up to the lake?”
“What’s wrong with where we are?” I asked, nibbling at his earlobe as my hand continued rubbing his cock through his jeans.
Shane looked around nervously. We were at the Sonic Drive-In on a Saturday night. It was the mecca of teenage activity on weekends because there was nothing else to do in Gulf Breeze. The place was packed. Cars at every ordering station. Kids and adults at the outside tables. Little kids on the playground next door.
“What the heck are you doing?” he asked, his voice cracking a little. “Jesus, Annabel, we’re at the fucking Sonic?”
“Shhhh….” My fingers were nimble. I tugged open the button on his jeans and found the zipper. He lifted his ass off the seat and let me push his jeans and underwear down enough to free his long cock, which was hard as a lead pipe in my hand.
“Now,” I said, my hand moving slowly up and down, my lips at his ear. “What were you saying about deep throat?”
Shane’s breathing grew heavy. He leaned his head back on the headrest and put his hands on the steering wheel to steady himself. His eyes darted around to make sure no one was watching.
“Does that feel good?” I asked as his cock swelled in my hand. I glanced down at it and licked my lips. The bulbous head was like a ripe plum about to pop. The veins along the shaft pulsated with every beat of his heart. “Do you think I could get all that in my mouth like Juju does?”
“Fuck… I dunno…” Shane was starting to sweat. I stuck out my tongue and licked his neck.
“Mmmm, salty…” I cooed. Without another word, I lowered my lips to his cock and swirled my tongue around the head. His entire body tensed. I could taste pre-cum on my tongue. I slid the head inside my mouth and licked the slit. Shane moaned and shifted in the seat. I could hear the music blasting from the speakers outside. I could hear voices and laughter. I knew someone could walk by the car at any moment and see me sucking my boyfriend’s cock, but I didn’t care. I had something to prove and there was no turning back now.