by Weeks, Abby
“You can come in my mouth, or you can come in my pussy.”
Kyle’s eyes widened. Trudy had assumed he was a virgin. The way he was acting told her she was right. Everything she said seemed to amaze and surprise him. She knew that she should probably cut him loose at this point and let him go home but for some reason she just couldn’t let him go. She didn’t want to send him on his way without fully satisfying him. For one thing, she wanted him to come back, like a drug dealer she wanted to get him hooked on the pleasures she could offer him. But there was something more to it. She was afraid that he might tell someone what had happened, it was unlikely but she knew there was some risk of him telling, even if it was very small. She felt that if she brought him to orgasm, if he came inside her or if she swallowed his cum, then it would be more of a secret that they shared together. It would be more of a conspiracy between them. She felt that would make him less likely to spill the beans.
“You can even come in my ass if you like,” Trudy said, holding his gaze.
He looked directly at her. “In your ass?” he said weakly.
“If you want, baby.”
He looked down at her body as if it was the menu at his favorite restaurant in the world. “Pussy,” he said after a moment’s thought.
“Oh, I love the way you say that.”
“Cunt,” he said, grinning.
“My cunt is all yours, big boy,” Trudy said and she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide open, stretching her feet into the air in front of Kyle.
Kyle was up on his haunches in a second. A moment later and his slick, firm, eighteen-year-old penis was sliding into her smooth, wet cunt. She was so sensitive after all the orgasms she’d already had and the feeling of his wide, powerful young cock inside her was almost too much of a thrill to bear.
She looked up into his face. He looked like a man who’d crossed a desert and was just drinking his first sip of water after days of dying thirst. The ecstasy he was feeling was written all over him.
“Is this your first time?” she said.
He looked down at her and then she felt the pulse of his young cock ejaculating in the depths of her body. “Yes,” he cried out as he came. His hands tightened on her waist and he gasped and she looked into his deep, piercing eyes as his cock throbbed again and again with orgasm. She felt his jizz squirt up inside her and the knowledge that it was his very first time with a woman, that she had just stolen his virginity, thrilled her so much that she felt an orgasmic pulsing of her own. The strength of her orgasm surprised her. She hadn’t expected to come again, not so soon after coming all over Kyle’s face, but as he squirted his virgin cum into her pussy, she felt the delicious pleasure of contraction and spasm surge through her thighs and pussy and flow out through her entire body like signals being transmitted over an overloaded telegraph wire.
“Yes,” Kyle gasped, again and again as he orgasmed inside her hungry cunt.
She looked up at him and watched the expression on his face as all that pleasure flowed through him. That was the look that her husband had seen in her. That was the look he’d stolen, and now she was having revenge. She was the one stealing it now.
“You’re my first,” Kyle said and his voice cracked again. A few lone tears fell down over his cheek.
“Oh come here, my little baby,” Trudy said as she embraced him. “Come to mommy. Don’t cry. You can have me again and again and again, as much as you want. I’m all yours now, little puppy.”
X
BECKY SPENT OVER AN HOUR on the balcony outside her mother’s bedroom, spying on Trudy Luxton’s house. She could see nothing at all. The backyard was empty. No one was by the pool. Kyle’s truck wasn’t parked out front but she hadn’t seen him enter the house. Maybe she was being paranoid. Maybe nothing was going on. She’d tried calling Kyle but it had gone to his voicemail. She hadn’t known what to say so she didn’t leave a message.
“Becky,” Ariel said from the bedroom where she was putting on her makeup, “Are you out there again?”
Becky came inside. She felt flustered, worried. She’d never had a boyfriend before and she wasn’t used to feeling this way. She wasn’t even sure what it was that was upsetting her. There was just something about the way Trudy had spoken to Kyle the other day, something about it told Becky that Trudy had intentions toward Kyle. And Becky didn’t like that, she didn’t like it one bit.
“I’m going to go out for a run, mom.”
“Since when did you take up running?” Ariel said from her dressing table.
“Since right now,” Becky said and walked through the room.
“Hey,” Ariel said. She got up and ran after Becky. “What’s gotten in to you? Something’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, mom.”
“You’re acting funny.”
“I’m fine.”
“Did you have a fight with Kyle?”
That was just the thing, Becky thought. She wanted to have a fight with Kyle. She needed to have a fight with him. The problem was that she was too afraid to bring up the issue. She was afraid that a fight would make her lose him.
“No,” she said and sighed. “We didn’t have a fight.”
“Then what’s the matter? You know you can tell me anything.”
Becky thought about that. Would she tell her mother anything? Would she tell her that she’d given Kyle a blowjob? That he’d actually orgasmed in her mouth? No she would not. But maybe she could tell her about the current issue.
“It’s nothing,” she said. “I’m just being silly.”
“If you’re upset about something that’s not silly,” Ariel said. “It’s important.”
“It’s just,” Becky didn’t know what to say. She sighed.
“Just tell me,” Ariel said. “I can promise you it’s nothing I won’t have experienced myself.”
“Well, Kyle went over to Trudy Luxton’s to take photographs of her for her dating profile.”
“I see,” Ariel said.
“And it just makes me mad,” Becky said. “Is that crazy?”
“Of course it’s not crazy,” Ariel said. “Any girl would feel exactly the same way you feel.”
“Really?”
“Of course! You’re afraid Trudy’s going to flirt with your boyfriend.”
“The problem is, he’s not even my boyfriend, so do I even have a right to feel jealous?”
“You feel what you feel,” Ariel said. “You don’t need to worry about whether or not you have a right to feel that way.”
“So what should I do about it?”
“There’s really only one thing.”
“I know,” Becky said, nodding. “I’ve been spying with the binoculars every chance I get, but I can’t see a thing.”
“Not that,” Ariel said, shaking her head. “You’ve got to talk to Kyle.”
“How can I?” Becky said. “It’s not like he’s my boyfriend.”
“He’ll never be your boyfriend until you make him your boyfriend. If you want him, you’re going to have to talk to him about it.”
“Do you think he wants me too?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” Ariel said, “and spying from the balcony is never going to give you the answers you want.”
Becky felt embarrassed. It was childish to spy from the balcony. She knew that. She knew too that she had to talk to Kyle about her feelings for him. She wanted him to be her real boyfriend, and if she wanted that, it was down to her to make it happen.
She went into her bedroom and threw on a pair of yoga pants and a shirt. She got her iPod and then went outside. It was a nice morning, not too hot, perfect for a run. But Becky didn’t want to go for a run. She wanted to know what Kyle was doing at Trudy’s house. She ran down to the end of her driveway and turned onto the row. Trudy’s house was two doors down. She slowed as she passed it. Kyle’s truck wasn’t parked outside anymore. He probably wasn’t in there. She tried calling him again but there was still no answer. She jogged in
place on the sidewalk for a few seconds, peering in through the trees at the end of Trudy’s lawn, but there was nothing to see.
She ended up having a vigorous run. She channeled all of the pent up frustration she felt about Kyle into her body and got a good workout from it. When she got home she went in the shower and tried to think about something else, but she couldn’t. All she could think about was Trudy Luxton’s perfect breasts, her perfect ass.
XI
“SWEETHEART, THERE’S PASTA IN THE FRIDGE. All you have to do is heat it up.”
“Okay, mom. Where are you going?”
“Just grabbing a bite to eat with Veronica tonight.”
“At her house?”
“No, at a restaurant.”
“Is Hank going?”
“Listen, I don’t want Kyle coming over this late when I’m not home. It wouldn’t be proper.”
Becky sighed. “He probably wouldn’t answer his phone anyway.”
“Have you still not patched things up with him?”
“I haven’t seen him.”
“He’s probably just preoccupied, honey. Boys get like that.”
Becky nodded. She was watching TV and she got up and went into the kitchen. “Where did you say the pasta was?”
“It’s in there. Behind the milk.”
*
ARIEL MET VERONICA AT A little French place in Santa Monica that Ariel had told her about. It was casual enough for the two of them to go to without dates and the food was fantastic.
“How did you ever discover this place?” Veronica said when she joined Ariel at the table. They were overlooking the patio.
“I used to come here with Gabe.”
“And it doesn’t bring back painful memories?”
Ariel shrugged. “Being married to Gabe wasn’t ever really that painful.”
“Really. Didn’t you say he’d had his fair share of affairs?”
“Oh, he did, but it was all just emotional stuff he was going through at the time. Stuff from his childhood really messed him up.”
Veronica looked at Ariel suspiciously. “I don’t believe it!” she said.
“What?” Ariel said.
“You’re making excuses for him.”
“I am not.”
“You’ve been meeting up with him, haven’t you? I can tell immediately when a girl’s back with an old flame. All the terrible things are forgotten and everything’s sunshine and roses again.”
“Gabe and I are not back on!”
“Oh, really? I don’t believe you.”
Ariel covered her face with her hands. Then she laughed. “It’s complicated,” she said. “Let’s order some drinks.”
Veronica got the waiter’s attention and ordered a bottle of Chardonnay. “So spill the beans,” she said, bringing her attention back to Ariel.
“Gabe and I met up for lunch the other day.”
Veronica clapped her hands together. “I knew it,” she said. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“It was only lunch,” Ariel said.
“Same thing. It starts with lunch, then dinner, next thing you know the two of you are humping like you did when you first met as teenagers.”
Ariel pictured it. Veronica was right. If Gabe walked into the restaurant right then and there and asked her for sex, she’d have had a very hard time saying no to him. She wasn’t even sure what she would do. She knew he’d been an awful husband but you couldn’t hold everything a man did against him forever, especially when he was as charming as Gabe. The truth was, Ariel had been thinking about Gabe ever since their lunch date. She couldn’t believe Gabe’s father had abandoned him and his mother for three years and she’d never known about it. She thought she’d known everything there was to know about Gabe. It turned out there were whole aspects to him that she’d never even imagined. None of it excused the way he’d treated her during their marriage, the affairs and the dishonesty and the stealing, but it did get him back in her mind, under her skin in a way he hadn’t been since she’d broken up with him. And it provided some perspective. It colored things differently.
The waiter came and poured their wine and took their orders.
“Well,” Ariel said after he left, “since we’re sharing.”
“Go on,” Veronica said. “I can tell you’re not going to be a friend I can keep a lot of secrets from.”
“No I’m not, and I want to know the full story about you and Matt Harkness.”
Veronica looked flustered by the question. “What do you mean? I tried to set him up with you.”
“And I couldn’t go near him because he’s in love with you.”
“What?” Veronica said, her cheeks rising in a flush of pink.
“You heard me,” Ariel said.
The waiter brought over their salads. He offered them freshly ground pepper but they were too eager to continue their conversation to worry about pepper.
“He told you that?” Veronica said.
“More or less.”
Veronica put her fork down. She was looking right at Ariel. Her face told her that she was dying to hear more. “Tell me exactly what he said.”
“Alright,” Ariel said, “this is exactly what he told me. Basically that he’s been in love with you for years.”
“He did not say that.”
“Yes he did,” Ariel said. “He said there’s been a chemistry between the two of you for as long as he’s known you. That’s the reason he’s such good friends with Hank. Because he wants to be as close to you as possible.”
Ariel looked right at Veronica. Her eyes were tearing up. Did she really have no idea Matt was in love with her?
“He said that the two of you never crossed the line, you never did anything improper, but that basically the reason he broke up with Cathy was because she could tell he was in love with you.”
For once, Veronica was speechless. Tears welled up in her eyes and dropped down over her cheeks. “He’s in love with me?” she whispered.
“You had no idea?”
“I knew there was a chemistry, I knew there was something, but I thought it was all in my imagination. I figured I was just fantasizing about him all the time because I’ve always been so bored with Hank.”
“Sounds like there’s more to it than a fantasy.”
Veronica shook her head. “How can there ever be more to it? I’m happily married to Hank.”
“Happily married?”
“Well,” Veronica said, “I guess that depends on what you’d define as happily. But I’m secure, I’m safe with Hank.”
Ariel nodded. She knew as much as anyone about the trade-offs life demanded. Security instead of love, stability instead of excitement, safety instead of happiness, those were the decisions women were all too often forced to make.
“What are you going to do?” Ariel said.
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean,” Ariel said. “Matt’s a babe, he’s stunning, and he’s in love with you.”
Veronica sighed. “I guess I’m going to do what I’ve been doing for years. I’m going to cherish my friendship with him, spend as much time with him as I can get away with, but stay loyal to my husband.”
Ariel nodded. She couldn’t argue with that. It was probably what she would have advised. Still though, she couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed for Veronica. No one wanted to forgo a chance at real happiness. She knew she didn’t.
“You know I had to pass him up too,” Ariel said.
“What do you mean?”
“I could have slept with him the other night.”
“That was the idea,” Veronica said. “I was the one who hooked you up, remember?”
“Yes,” Ariel said, “but how could I sleep with him after he confessed to being in love with you?”
Veronica nodded. “You’re giving me more than I deserve,” she said.
“You’re my friend, Veronica. There are plenty of men out there that I can sleep with without spoiling th
e thing you’ve got going with Matt.”
“But I don’t have a thing going with Matt.”
“Sure you do,” Ariel said and winked. “You just don’t let it break above the surface, it’s all suppressed, it’s secret, even to you. I think that’s romantic.”
Veronica smiled. She reached out and touched Ariel on the hand.
“Speaking of romantic,” she said, “you want to hear an awful story?”
“You know I do,” Ariel said.
“It’s partly your fault, too.”
“What is?”
“After dinner the other night, after you left, Hank started asking what my secret fetish was.”
“Oh God!” Ariel said.
“Yes.”
“I’m so sorry I brought it up.”
“Don’t be, you didn’t mean any harm.”
“So what did you tell him?”
“I told him the truth. I told him I’d always had a thing for anal.”
“Oh God, Veronica, I’m so sorry for bringing that up.”
“So get this, he says he’s going to give me what I want.”
Ariel had to put her hand in front of her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud. “He didn’t!”
“He did.”
“And how did that go?”
“You can imagine.”
“Not good?”
“He couldn’t get it inside me. He tried, he used lotion and lube, but I was too tight.”
“It’s not the easiest thing to do,” Ariel said.
“I know, but Hank took it all so personally. He’s a drama queen. He thought it meant he was a failure. He thought I was comparing him to my former lovers.”
“Were you?”
“Of course I was,” Veronica said, shaking her head. “I’ve been doing that for six years, and I so miss the passionate times I had in my younger years.”
“Well,” Ariel said, “maybe this thing with Matt is your chance to get some of that passion.”
Veronica looked at Ariel. She said nothing.
XII
AS SOON AS HER MOTHER left the house, Becky grabbed her phone and texted Kyle.
—We need to talk.
She waited by her phone for what seemed like an eternity. She stared at the screen. The TV was on but she couldn’t have even said what was playing. All she was doing was waiting for Kyle’s response. Her phone beeped and she grabbed it.
