His Meaty Drumstick (A Second Helpings Short Story)

by Vivian Ward

  His Meaty Drumstick

  Vivian Ward

  Copyright © 2018 by Vivian Ward

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  This is for all the dysfunctional families, missed relationships, and second chance loves.

  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 1

  “Oh, Cooper! Can you go out to the car and carry in all of the soda?” My mom asks. “I left all of it in the backseat.”

  “Seriously? I just took off my coat and shoes,” I groan. I never mind helping my mom but she always waits until the last minute to ask for help.

  “Go. Now.” Grabbing my shoes, I slip them on and reach for my coat. It’s been blistering cold out lately, which is a good thing. Hopefully, we get lots of snow this winter because St. Louis hasn’t had a good snow in ages. “Take my keys,” she says. “They’re hanging on the hook by the door.”

  “Anything else?” I ask as I walk through the kitchen on my way out.

  “Nope, that’ll be all. Your Aunt Edna will be here soon and she’s going to help me with most of the cooking.”

  Ugh. My aunt Edna is a pain in the ass; she’s always bitching about something and is such a Debbie Downer, but at least my mom will get to see her sister.

  The biting cold smacks my face as I pull the door open and head out to the car. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t so windy. I can handle the cold but the wind makes it unbearable.

  Just as I get out to the car, I notice a blue Toyota parked next door. My heart nearly stops and, for a few seconds, I don’t realize that I’m not breathing until I have the sudden need to suck in a large gulp of air.

  My jaw drops when I finally start breathing again. This can’t be right. There’s no way that I’m staring at Wendy Nelson’s car. I haven’t seen her for over three years—not even when her grandma died this summer. It seemed weird that she wouldn’t show up when her grandma passed away, especially since they were so close, but I figured she was busy living her new life.

  The life without me.

  It still stings to know that she broke off our relationship when she went away to college. Other than distance being an issue, there was no reason to end things. Ever since she broke up with me, I haven’t really dated anyone because I always compare other girls to her—and none of them can even hold a candle to her. There is no comparison because Wendy is THE girl, for me at least.

  Before I grab the soda from the backseat, I casually stroll around the car as I try to peer into the windows. I’m hoping to get a glimpse of her but I don’t. Every single curtain or blind is closed.

  Damn it.

  Disappointed, I grab the soda for my mom and carry it inside as I begin to plot. There’s no way that I can know she’s right next door and not see her. I’d be an idiot if I didn’t try talking to her. I miss her so much and just hearing her voice would be the best gift I could get all year.

  “Thanks, honey,” my mom says as I place the bottles on the counter.

  “No problem.” I slide my coat off and head straight for the living room so I have a front-row view of Wendy’s grandma’s house. I’m more curious to see if she has anyone with her or if she’s alone.

  About a half hour goes by when I see her drive off in her little Toyota, all by herself. Patiently waiting, she comes back twenty minutes later with a bag from Jack-In-the-Box. It makes me sad to know she’s over there all alone, eating fast-food while I’m here with my parents, aunt Edna, my siblings, and, soon, all of my nieces and nephews.

  Chapter 2

  I couldn’t sleep all night because all I did was lie there, thinking about talking to her and seeing her again.

  Mom and aunt Edna are arguing over who will do what, my brother, his wife, and their kids have arrived, and all I can think about is going next door to talk to Wendy. I seize the opportunity before anyone else shows up because once the house is full, I might not be able to make it out.

  I casually slip on my shoes and coat before making my getaway and heading next door. Her little blue car is still parked in the driveway and I’m grateful that nobody has joined her. Part of me was worried that since today is Thanksgiving, she’d have company over but it’s still just her.

  Taking the steps two at a time, I pause before knocking on the door. My heart is pounding in my chest and I wish I’d sprayed on a bit of cologne before I left the house, but I’m already here and decide to knock.

  The door opens and she smiles when she sees me. “Hi,” she says. “What are you doing here?”

  “Hey,” I return her smile. “I noticed your car parked here and was coming to see how you are. How have you been?”

  “Good,” she answers. “Would you like to come in?”

  I nod and step inside. Everything is still the same since the last time I was here. Not a single thing has been moved since her grandma passed away. I take a seat on the couch while she sits across from me in her grandma’s recliner and grabs her coffee.

  She looks even better than I remember. Hotter. Her style of clothing has slightly changed and instead of wearing baggy t-shirts and loose-fitting jeans, her clothes are tighter and more revealing. Her breast look fuller and she’s grown her hair out. Her long, wispy hair frames her face perfectly and accentuates her eyes and lips. Her new appearance is very distracting and it reminds me even more of all the hot sex we had in high school, especially before she left for college.

  “So, how’s school been?”

  Her bright green eyes light up and she seems eager to talk about it. “It’s been amazing! I’ve met a lot of interesting people, I love all of my professors, and I’ve been studying in Europe for the last year. It feels good to be home. I miss everyone, mostly my grandma,” she says, looking around the living room as she fakes a weak smile.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry to hear that she passed. I read her obituary in the paper and thought you’d come back for the funeral but you weren’t there.”

  Her jaw drops. “You went to my grandma’s funeral?”

  I can’t believe she’s so surprised. “Of course, I did. Why wouldn’t I go?”

  She shrugs, sipping her coffee. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just surprised. That’s all.”

  “Wendy, we were together two and a half years. Your grandma was so strict with you that we spend most of our relationship right here in this living room.”

  She laughs. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. I’m just glad that she raised me and we were as close as we were.”

  “She was a good woman,” I agree. “So, besides missing her, do you miss anyone else?” I
ask, hinting as to whether or not she’s missed me. I’ve missed her like crazy but I don’t want to seem desperate, so I downplay my emotions and keep them in check.

  A sly grin spreads across her face. “You mean like you?”

  “Something like that.”

  “A little,” her nose crinkles, exposing the dimple on her right cheek.

  “A little? That’s it?” I tease.

  “Okay, yes, I miss you. I think about you sometimes, you know?”

  “Wait. You think about me? There’s no new boyfriend or anything?”

  I don’t know how she’s still single, but I’m glad. I won’t tell her that, but yes, I’m secretly happy.

  “No, I haven’t had time for anyone. I barely have time for myself to go out with friends or do anything besides study and work.”

  I frown, “That doesn’t sound like a lot of fun. So, what are your plans for today? Is your dad flying in?” I ask, steering the conversation in a different direction.

  “He’s stuck in L.A., closing a deal for his company,” she sighs. “I shouldn’t be surprised, he’s never had time for me which is why grandma raised me.” She gulps the last of her coffee. “You’re so lucky that you have both of your parents and a family to spend the holidays with.”

  “Why don’t you come over? I know my mom would love to see you, and it’d give us a chance to catch up.”

  She hesitates, stewing it over in her head. “I don’t know. I don’t want to impose or have your family thinking I’m a big loser.”

  “You won’t be a big loser, because you’ll be with me.” We both laugh for a minute. “Seriously, come on over and have Thanksgiving with us. I’ll even let you have my meaty drumstick.”

  We both lose it. I’m being a total pervert and she knows it, but she’s not balking at the idea which is a good thing.

  “You will, huh? Gee thanks, it’s such a treat for me!”

  “Well, if I remember correctly, you never could get enough of it before you went off to college….and if you don’t have a boyfriend,” my voice trails off, allowing her to fill in the blank.

  “Just because I don’t have a boyfriend doesn’t mean anything,” she says, hinting at the fact that there may have been other guys.

  I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t bother me. It’s a blow to my gut. I took her virginity and thought I was the only guy.

  “Is that right?” I cock my eyebrow and pause, holding my breath. “Has there been anyone else?”

  Her gaze fixates on her tiny pink socks. “No, there hasn’t been anyone else.”

  It feels like a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders and I can breathe again. “There better not have been. I’d hate to kick some dude’s ass.”

  A giggle escapes her smile and she’s finally looking at me again. “Okay, tough guy.” Rolling her eyes, she gets up from her chair. “Let me grab my shoes and we’ll head over to your house. I hope dinner’s ready soon because I’m starving.”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll be gobbling up that meaty drumstick that I promised in no time!”

  Chapter 3

  “Where did you go?” My mom asks when I walk in the door, unbeknownst that I have Wendy behind me.

  “I went to grab a friend,” I answer, unable to contain my smile. My mom’s always loved Wendy and knows how much I’ve missed her. She’s seen firsthand how much her leaving tore me apart the last few years.

  I step right to reveal Wendy who’s patiently waiting behind me. “Hi Val,” she says to my mom. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

  “Wendy! Oh, dear! I haven’t seen you in ages! Come give me a hug,” she says, wiping her hands on her apron before she attacks Wendy. It never occurred to me before that my mom actually missed her, too.

  Wendy’s eyes bulge out of her head as my mom squeezes the daylights out of her. “Okay, mom, I think we’re going to go hang out for a while. How long until dinner’s ready?”

  Mom looks at aunt Edna, rolling her eyes, “Well, if it were up to me, about an hour but it’ll be closer to two hours.”

  “Valerie!” My aunt Edna snaps. “You don’t want a dry ass turkey,” she says, sipping her wine. She’s already half-cocked, but I prefer her that way because she’s hilarious when she’s loaded. “I told you we need to cook it at a slightly lower temperature, basting it often, so it won’t get dry. If we put it in and cook it full blast for a shorter period of time, we won’t be able to baste it enough and then you’re stuck with one dry bird that you have to choke down.”

  Wendy and I snicker at the two of them as they go back and forth. “Okay, we’re going to go hang out in my old room,” I finally say to get us out of there.

  Grabbing Wendy’s hand, I lead her through the houseful of people as we navigate our way to my old room. I’m oddly satisfied and surprised that Wendy didn’t jerk her hand away when I grabbed it and that she’s still holding it.

  Once we’re in my room, I shut the door and let out a loud sigh as I plop down on the bed. “Hey, at least you have a family to spend the holidays with—you should be grateful,” she says.

  For a second, I feel like an ass because she’s right. She was just sitting at home alone with nobody to talk to or laugh with, and here I am with my crazy aunt Edna, both parents, siblings, and the whole nine yards. “You’re right,” I say, patting the bed beside me. “Why don’t you come here and I’ll give you something to be grateful for, too.”

  A big, cheesy grin spreads across her face. “Is that right?”

  Instead of answering her, I show her by wrapping my hand around the back of her head and pulling her to me. I brush my lips against hers, and she welcomes them. Pulling her closer to me, we begin passionately kissing. Her hands frantically grab my biceps as I lift her shirt over her head, exposing her pink lace bra. It hugs her breasts perfectly, putting them on display like a prize—a prize I’ve won it. I’ve earned this.

  Like Wendy, there has been no one else for the last three years. I’ve tried to date a couple of girls but they weren’t Wendy. They weren’t as pretty, they weren’t as smart, and they weren’t as funny. None of them measured up—by far.

  She reaches for my zipper and my cock instantly grows hard. Working fast, she pulls and tugs at my jeans and boxers, making my dick spring to life when I finally help her pull them down. Kneeling before me, her mouth opens wide, and she sticks out her tongue, swirling it around my tip. Teasing me, she giggles and grins as she slowly takes inch after inch inside her warm, inviting mouth until I feel the back of her throat. I moan in pleasure, practically wanting to melt in her mouth.

  Her breasts jiggle as she works my cock in and out of her mouth, sucking it and stroking it, greedily gobbling it up like it’s the last piece of meat she’ll ever have—and it feels fucking fantastic.

  Pushing me closer to the point of no return, I force her to stop. I could get a blow job any time, but right now I want her. Wanting to be inside of her is something that I’ve dreamt about for the last three years, and I can’t wait a minute longer.

  Quickly undressing her, the scent of her sex fills the air and it’s so fucking hot. My mouth begins to water faster than I can get my head between her legs and I begin ravishing her like a starving man at a buffet. She tastes sweeter than I remember and I can’t get enough of her. I want to devour her, savor her.

  “Come here,” she moans, aching for me to be inside her.

  Trailing kisses up her torso until I reach her swollen lips, I kiss her as I enter her. Moaning in my mouth, she raises her hips, taking me deeper as she tastes herself on me. All I can think about is how good she feels, and how much tighter she is since we’ve both went through our dry spell, but there’s nothing dry today. She’s slick with wetness, allowing me to glide in and out of her.

  Her nails pierce the skin on my back, digging in as I push myself even deeper inside of her. “I love the way I taste on you,” she says, breathing heavy in my ear.

  Hearing her say that is so fucking hot that I can’t hold back any longer.
I pick up my pace, pistoning in and out of her until I bring both of us to orgasm. We get off at the same time and I can feel her clenching my cock, and I swear that I can feel every last ounce of come shoot out of me until I’m spent and lifeless.

  Breathing heavy, we lie next to each other. I replay everything over and over in my head as though it’s a porn movie and it gets me all worked up again. I turn to face her and my stiff cock pressing against her leg doesn’t go unnoticed.

  “Again already?” She giggles. “You’re a freaking machine!”

  “Hey, it’s been a long time,” I say in my defense. “Now, whether or not I can go again is another thing.”

  “Why is that?” She asks.

  “I don’t think there’s anything left in my balls.”

  Chapter 4

  Thirsty after a second session in the sack, I grab one of my old t-shirts that I left behind in the closet and we use it to clean up before we head out to the kitchen.

  “Are you kids almost ready for some food?” Mom asks as I open the fridge and take out a couple of sodas.

  “I’m starving,” I say. Sex always makes me hungry, and I came so hard that I feel like there’s no longer any blood flowing to my lower extremities.

  “Me too,” says Wendy. “The last thing I ate was fast food last night, so I’m ready to eat.”

  “Good,” my mom says, pleased that we’ve brought our appetites to the table. “Go have a seat, your father is about to carve the turkey and then we can eat.”