by Amanda Heath
My mind starts to drift off to where Norma’s perfect naked body is in my shower covered in tiny drops of water. All glistening in the light and begging me to lick them off. My cock starts to harden in my boxers and my hand has a mind of its own. I’ve never had so much sex in my life but with the magnificent creature I have in my bathroom right now, it’s hard to stay soft.
As my hand starts to pump up and down my length, I kind of feel like a pervert but it doesn’t stop me. I get lost in what I’m doing until a warm wet tongue touches the tip of my cock. My eyes burst open and I take in Norma Jean on her knees completely naked next to my bed. Her head is level with my cock and all I really want for the rest of my life is for her to suck me into her mouth.
Which she does right after I move my hand in shock.
“Oh my god. Norma…you really don’t have to do that.” I say, my back arching off the bed as her hot little mouth pumps slowly along the hardness.
There’s a loud pop as she raises her head to look up at me. “I know. But I really couldn’t help myself.” She smirks, the little vixen.
She lowers her lips back over me and her tongue comes out again to swirl around. I groan really loud wanting the torture to go on and on. All damn day long. She envelops me again with her mouth and I swear I see stars when my cock hits the back of her throat. “Jesus fuck.” I moan out, my hands fisting into her wet hair.
Her eyes catch mine and she winks. Seriously she is a vixen. I can’t take it anymore and pull out of her mouth spraying semen all over my sheets. When I’m done I pull her face up to mine and give her a deep lingering kiss. “Amazing right?” she asks smiling and biting her lip.
“Yeah…I think I died.” Which is true in some ways. The French do call the orgasm the “little death”.
She laughs hard before getting up off the floor and heading back into the bathroom, her sweet ass swaying with each step. Jesus she is so sexy. I can’t be this lucky.
I get my lazy ass up and pull the sheets off my bed and toss them into the hamper I have stashed in my closet. I pull my boxers off and head into the bathroom, turning on the shower. “What do you want to do today?” I inquire stepping under the hot spray.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s not like I really know what to do around here.” She shrugs her shoulders running her eyeliner pencil across her eyelid.
“I do realize I kidnapped you, but what about school?” I question soaping up my hair.
“I have a leave of absence. I turned in a letter of intent to the Dean the day after Grammy died. He approved it.” I peek out of the curtain and find her sitting on the toilet in just a towel with full makeup.
“That’s convenient. I don’t have class till tomorrow so I’m all yours.” I turn the shower off and step out accepting the towel Norma holds out for me.
She moves away from the toilet and stands in front of me after I’m dry. “What is your major anyway?” she asks placing her arms around my neck, her hands sliding through my damp hair.
“Accounting. Sounds boring right?” I grin placing a kiss on her nose.
She giggles, “You were always stupidly good at math. I’m honestly not surprised in the least.” My hands wrap around her waist and pull her even closer.
“What’s your major? Let me guess!” I pull a finger up to my chin and tap like I’m actually thinking about it. “Zoology!” I mock exclaim placing my hand back on her hip.
She lightly smacks my chest grinning wide. “Nope. Education.” She giggles again at my shocked expression.
“I thought it would be something to do with Zoos so you could work with Reptiles and Spiders.” She of course rolls her eyes at me.
“That’s not very practical since there is like only one Zoo in Arkansas and that’s in Little Rock. I don’t want to be that far away from my mom. I love kids and I want to teach kindergarten. I can thank Macy for that. She is fun at this age.” She kisses my cheek before stepping out of my arms.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, smalls. Be what you want to be.” I smile at her before moving into the bedroom to get dressed.
*****
“So you’re telling me you have never been skating? Like at all?” I ask Norma who eyes the skates I got for her at the front desk of the skating rink.
“No. Shoes with wheels freak me out. You seriously like to do this?” she questions eyeing me with caution.
I nod my head before sitting down beside her. “It’s fun. I used to be really good, but I haven’t skated in years. After everyone else our age got over it, I didn’t. I even had my own pair. They were styled like converses but of course they had wheels.”
“You are like really excited for this aren’t you?” she asks raising one eyebrow.
“Yeah, skating is totally freeing. The way you can move around the rink weaving in and out of people. The way your hair flys in the breeze.” Norma looks at me like I have lost my mind, but I don’t care. “I don’t know, it was really fun. It was something I was really good at and I enjoyed doing.”
“No I get it. Kind of like my snakes and spiders. Not something everyone does but still something you enjoy that no one else understands.” She grins then, pulling on her skates.
“So you’re going to go out there with me?” I start to get excited. I thought she was going to turn me down.
“Yeah. I got you to hold Rydstorm even though you were scared. Why can’t I do something that scares me for you?” I feel my heart lighten at her words. She truly surprises me sometimes.
I quickly kiss her on the cheek before pulling her up. We slowly skate across the carpet to the opening of the rink. I take her hand in mine and tug her out on the shiny wood floor with me. She looks terrified but since there aren’t but two other people in the rink, she has nothing to worry about. Besides I would never let her fall.
“We will take it slowly, don’t worry. I won’t let you go till you have it down.” I smile encouragingly at her starting to skate backwards holding on to both of her hands.
“You promise?” the terror starts to pass slowly as we gently move around the rink.
“Promise.” I lift her hand up to my lips. I haven’t done this in a while but I still have the hang of it, moving easily backwards.
“You’re really good at this.” She says like she thought I was pulling her leg.
“I told you smalls.” I start moving faster and let go of one of her hands moving to skate forwards. Her legs move easily with mine and I don’t think she has anything to worry about. “You ready to go on your own?” I ask gently.
She looks terrified again for a second before it morphs into determination. “Yes. I’m ready.”
I grin and let go of her hand. I skate ahead of her letting my speed pick up. I love Norma but I want to go fast and feel free for the first time in years. God how I have missed this. After a while I peek back behind me and Norma has a soft smile on her face while she watches me. I start to smile back but she stumbles and falls over to her hands before I can. “Norma!”
I race over to her and pick her up gently. She is shaking and I think she has hurt herself. “I’m okay, Chance.” Her voice breathless with laughter.
“What so funny?” I question confused.
“I was so engrossed in you, I lost my footing. God I have it bad.” She turns her head away from me as her cheeks turn pink.
I place my fingers on her chin and turn her face back to mine. “Good. I have it so fucking bad for you, I can’t think straight.” We both grin like idiots and climb back up to our skates. “Ready for some more?” I wink.
“Yes!” she yells racing ahead of me.
When Norma starts to get bored, I sit her down at a wooden bench in the food part of the rink. I order her some popcorn, nachos, and jelly beans. She was always a really weird eater. I order some nachos for myself and head back to our table.
“I still can’t believe that you eat all this shit together. I thought you would have grown out of that.” I shake my head at her as she digs into her food.
“My dad is almost forty and he stills eats like this. I believe I’m stuck with it for life.” She pops in a jelly bean followed by a chip covered in cheese and topped with a jalapeno.
“I don’t see how you can’t have heart burn after you eat all that. Or the fact you don’t weigh three hundred pounds. I’m male and I can’t even eat all that you do.” I pop my own chip in sans jalapeno.
“It’s a gift.” She grins. “No, but really, I have a high metabolism. As for the weird order it’s just genetics. I like the way they all taste together. The weirder the better.
“Whatever floats your boat, smalls.” I cross my feet under the table and feel one of her feet land in my lap.
“It floats my boat just fine, big foot.” Her toes curl on top of my dick making it twitch.
“Norma. Stop.” I plead looking around to see if anyone is paying attention to us.
She opens her mouth to reply but her phone alerts to a text message. She pulls it out of her bag and her hand slides over the touch screen. Before long all the color drains from her face. I grab the phone out of her hand without even thinking.
Creed: You can go hide away with Chance all you want but I’ll find you. Besides, you’ll need more than him to protect you, honey.
I guess no matter what we do to get away from it all, he stills finds a way to ruin it.
Chapter 15
Creed
I know you probably have your opinions about me already. I’m sure they aren’t good, but I feel the need to clear a few things up with you.
First I only found out I was Macy’s father the day I kidnapped her. It was the only way I could think of to get back at Chance and Norma. I had no intentions of hurting her. I might have questionable morals but hurting a kid is something I would never do. Let alone my own kid.
Second, I did not rape Cassie. I have enough women dropping at me feet, I don’t need to force them to have sex with me. I think she has this fucked up way of trying to save herself some reputation. All that bullshit about her not having sex with anyone around the time she fucked me, is some of the craziest stuff I have ever heard. I know for a fact she had sex with one of my buddies at the same party she hooked up with me. How do I know that? I walked in on them, duh.
I never really spent any time around Macy so I didn’t see that she looks so much like me. You could take a picture of her as a baby, hold it up next to one of mine and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. That’s how I pieced it together. My mom was so drunk that day, but she asked why she was seeing a little “me” walking around. Things kind of clicked after that.
I already played the part of the bad guy, so why not throw me under the bus. In some sick way I think Cassie was trying to protect her brother from finding out she is a complete whore. Still is in fact, but that’s neither here or there.
Third, I didn’t kill Norma’s grandmother. The whole town of Duke knows she is the secret keeper and I went to her house to find some shit out. When I got there, she was already dead. I knew the police were looking for me in connection to Macy’s disappearance so I couldn’t risk just giving them a ring. So I called Norma. Yeah I got totally pissed when Chance answered and I acted like a dumb ass. I shouldn’t have been flipping that lighter where he could hear me. Now everyone thinks I killed Norma’s grandmother. Something I never wanted to be called is a murderer. Unless it was deserved. Now I have the headlines screaming this right above my name. It leaves me so unbelievably pissed off. I honestly want to kill someone.
I only showed up at that old ladies house to find out what in the hell happened to my mom. She isn’t missing or anything but I can remember a time when my mom loved life. She would get up every day, put on makeup, tell me she loved me, and go to work. I know my dad passed, and that he was a sorry son of a bitch. I was old enough to remember him. But what’s wrong with my mother is more than that. Something so fucked up happened to her, she won’t quit drinking and doing drugs. I’ve sent her to rehab, hell the woman has even had her custody of me taken away. Nothing will change her. Not one damn thing.
I used to let it get to me, but now I’m I just checking to make sure her dead body isn’t rotting on the bathroom floor. I think it would be a relief to both of us, if I found that one day. Though I think God is punishing her for something, and that’s the only reason she hasn’t overdosed.
So yeah that’s what I was doing there that night. Since she was long gone by the time I got there, I never did find out what my mother is hiding. Maybe she truly did kill my dad like most people think. That is one day I never want to relive.
I came home from school and there he was lying dead on his bedroom floor. There was a quarter sized bullet hole in the middle of his head. No gun in sight. They have yet to find the murder weapon to this day.
I could believe she killed him. He ruined her life, slowly but surely. First she popped me out at a young age, and her parents forced her to marry him. So there wasn’t any love between them, not that there ever was. Then he started to beat her every single day. She learned to hide it with makeup and excuses but everyone knows what was really happening to her. Not that anyone tried to do anything about it.
I think around the time that he died, it got so bad he wouldn’t even let her leave the house. He was always accusing her of cheating on him. Not that I see why it mattered, he was screwing anything he could. My dad and Chance’s used to hit up every bar they could find for a little piece of ass. I had to tag along some times. So yeah I knew Mr. Duncan was cheating way before Chance did. Maybe I should have said something, but why ruin his life like that? He was my best friend. Does that make me a bad person? Probably.
Fourth and final. I love Norma Jean Davis more than life itself. You can believe me or think I’m lying I don’t really care. It’s the truth and probably the most honest thing I have ever done. My love might not be pure like Chance’s. I did things I’m not proud of, but she’s mine. I don’t know how she could love a man like Chance. One who made fun of her every day for months, one who it took years to figure out the beauty of that girl.
I’ve known since I was five, what kind of wonderful she is. There was this dog who had gotten run over and I found her one afternoon sitting by it crying her eyes out. I never said anything to her but I watched as she sat with that dog until it took its last breath and then she buried it in a shallow grave in the woods. I couldn’t help thinking what a kind person she was.
So I watched her from that moment on. Yeah I should have stood up for her when Chance picked on her, but it’s like this. I was 12 and only worried about popularity. Chance was a big shot and if you didn’t follow him then you were nothing. At home I was nothing, I wasn’t about to become that at school too. Though I found it so courageous that she never did anything to him. Well not until high school graduation day. I was as surprised as Chance about what she had planned. Though I knew it was all a farce. She believed me that day when I told her Chance was cheating.
Which between you and I, is something that man would never do. I have to say that Chance is a completely different person than the one I blindly followed all those years ago.
That is why I was so pissed the day he asked her out. I wanted to be that. The one she said yes to. The one she is in love with now. So I did what I do best. I fucked it all up and I’m not sorry for that. I love everything that girl represents and I will until my last dying breath.
I know you’re reading this and rolling your eyes. I don’t care. Yeah I hit her, I made her have sex with me in public, and I even made her sell drugs. Oh she didn’t tell you that? Little tramp. I had her running drugs for me through her dorm. She wasn’t happy about it, don’t get me wrong, but I had to have something over her head. Something she couldn’t just leave me for. I don’t feel bad for that.
Though I feel bad for all the shit I put her through. I honestly guess I have my father’s blood running through my veins. I felt like I couldn’t trust anything that came out of her mouth because I knew she was
n’t in love with me. Not like she loved Chance. He was her entire world and I couldn’t get over my anger about it. I wanted to smash her face in and his. Chance doesn’t deserve the goodness that is Norma Jean.
And Chance doesn’t deserve to be breathing simply for the fact that he has touched what is mine. I won’t let that go so easily. He couldn’t truly hold on to her anyway. I mean I took her out from right under his nose, and I don’t feel bad about it at all.
Maybe I am a bad person and maybe she doesn’t deserve either of us, but I don’t care. I cheated on her yeah, but I couldn’t get over the fact that she didn’t want to have sex with me. I only let her go because they say if you set them free……. I had every hope she would return to me. But she didn’t. She went and fucked that asshole in my bed. That won’t go unpunished and both of them are lucky if I let them walk out of this alive.
To say I’m pissed is an understatement. I’m out for blood, but only their blood. No one else will get hurt in all this but those two. They think they are so clever. Well Chance does. Norma knows I can find her. She knows me better than anyone else. Which is also something I love about her. She gets me when no one else ever has.
Do you really think I wouldn’t know where my former best friend and Norma’s ex-boyfriend lived? Chance is honestly the dumbest person if he thinks that. Yeah I know all about little Declan Sage. Just like the rest of us, he has daddy issues. I think that’s why their little posse was formed. Not because they all have really fucked up love lives, but because they all have issues with their fathers. Chance more so than the others.
I also know about little Marcus Sage. Teagan Harper. Caden Harper. I know where every one of the above persons are located at any given second. How do you ask? Because I have several good friends following them right now. I also have one following Chance and Norma and I know they are at the skating rink. Which is the lamest date I have ever heard of. I think Chance is confused about his sexuality.
