by Joey Bush
He grabbed my breast and kissed as much of it as my bra would allow while he massaged the other. I felt confidence and lust rise inside of me. I took control. I removed his pants one leg at a time. I was moving slowly and deliberately never taking my eyes off his. I placed his hands behind his head and he clasped his fingers. He lay motionless except for his throbbing erect cock.
I slipped off the bed. He turned his head to see me as I slowly undressed. I threw my bra and panties in a pile next to me. I felt my body as I caressed my breasts and glided my fingers through the lips of my pussy.
It was his turn to feel my fingers.
I gently but firmly grabbed his dick and started rubbing. He looked as if his loss of control was imminent. I sealed my lips around his penis and started to suck. I slowed and started fondling his balls. I kissed down the length of him before sucking each one into my mouth. His body quivered, so I made my way back to the bulging head of his cock, knowing he was about to come. I sucked on just the head while stroking his shaft as fast as I possibly could.
He started to cry like a wild animal. He pulled out of my mouth and released all over my body. It was warm, smooth and sticky. He pulled me by the back of the neck and our lips connected once again. We kissed slowly to allow our tongues to explore each other’s. We became tangled. My legs formed a vice grip around his torso. It seemed as if it was the start of a long night and I was on fire.
Unexpectedly, Ryder pulled away and said, “I’m not feeling well. How about we just go to sleep?”
What man turns down sex?
“I’m fine as long as I can remain next to you. Feeling you,” I responded even though disappointed.
He smiled and said, “Good night Jenna and thank you.”
“No one has ever thanked me for oral sex before,” I said and Ryder laughed.
“I mean – of course for that but mostly for just being here with me.”
I lay next to him and rested my head on his chest. He didn’t seem sick but I wasn’t in the mood to question him. I slowly closed my eyes listening to his heartbeat.
I didn’t know if Ryder or I fell asleep first. I was sure of one thing though. It was the most erotic night I had ever experienced without getting fucked.
Chapter Eight
I woke up the next morning in a pool of sweat mixed, reveling in his scent from the night before. I had to unwrap myself from Ryder’s tight squeeze. He was still sleeping soundly. He was breathing with a soft rattle. It was a soothing sound and I nearly snuggled back in beside him. I resisted the temptation.
I heard my mother’s beagle Potato barking. It was a hideous name for a hideous dog. She called him Potato because it was the last solid food my father ever ate. Shortly after my dad died, she had a dream in which my father sent her to the pound to get a dog. A very odd story, but it was befitting for a very odd mother.
I turned over and pulled up the crumpled sheet. I was fully naked the previous night but my modesty kicked in. I knew Ryder had seen my body the night before but things were a lot different because I was now sober. My head was throbbing and the fact that I had just spent the night with Ryder came flooding back. I looked around for my purse and I realized that it was next to the couch.
I padded out of the bedroom and past the boxes. I could hear my phone vibrating. I followed the sound and when I reached it, the vibration had stopped. I had two missed calls from my mother. Ugh. She was wondering where I was. She didn’t really care much. She was only curious. She was usually on the computer late into the night, often with a bottle of Gin by her side. She would roam the dating sites and tell lies about herself. For a couple of years, my brothers and I felt sorry for her, but we didn’t care anymore. She had grown accustomed to being the grieving widow and there was little any of us could do for her. She would roll out of bed eventually to let Potato in and then panic would set in. She did not know how to work the coffee maker. At least that’s what she said. Perhaps she would figure it out if she got desperate.
“Jenna?” Ryder called out from bed.
“Be right there,” I said. I had managed to find my shirt. Who knew where the rest of my attire was.
I walked back into the bedroom. It was the “morning after” kind of awkwardness.
“Go back to sleep Ryder. We were up late last night. I have to run home before my mother’s dog wakes up the entire neighborhood.”
I spotted the rest of my clothes next to the bed. I leaned over to pick up my bra and panties when Ryder pulled me back into bed. His body, bathed in the early sunlight, was more tempting than it had been the night before.
“You feel so fucking good. To hell with the dog,” he said and softly kissed my lips.
“We will have to pick this up later. I have to get an early start on the day.” I kissed him on the lips and stood up to get dressed. I could feel his eyes upon me as I fastened my bra and slipped into my panties and jeans. I dressed slowly because I liked knowing that he was watching me. In an instant, Ryder jumped out of bed. I thought he was going to grab me from behind, which wouldn’t have been bad. Nope. He sprinted towards the bathroom.
From the bathroom, I could hear him vomiting. It was an awful guttural sound. The Pinot Gris must have been too much for him. I was surprised because I was usually the lightweight.
“Want me to wait out here until you’re finished to make sure that you’re okay? Do you need anything? I can grab you a cool towel and a couple of ibuprofen. There must be some in the other bathroom,” I called through the closed door.
“Jenna. Please just go home. I will be fine. I drank too much, or maybe it was the shrimp. We will talk soon. I know where you live.” Ryder tried to make a joke but he could barely speak between yaks.
I didn’t want to leave him alone, but he obviously didn’t want me there. He said talk soon, which did not seem specific enough for the night we had just shared. Hoping he would call me, I went home to face my mom’s fifty questions and brush my teeth. On the way home, I nearly tripped over Potato. The dog looked at me as though he knew what I had done the night before. I was hoping the rest of the people I encountered that day would not know the same.
I stumbled into the house where I found my mom in a battle with the coffee maker. It was a mess. She still smelled of gin from the night before. A mixture of whole beans and coffee were scattered across the floor.
“It is about time you came home. I wasn’t sure if you were sleeping in late or dead. There was no one to let Potato in and the coffee wasn’t made so I looked in your room. There was no Jenna. You did not answer your phone. A couple of more hours and I was going to call the cops.”
“Sorry mom. I should have called. Let me assist you with the coffee maker. For starters, you can’t brew whole beans. I can see you figured it out. The grinder is out but you had a little difficulty with that. The thing can be confusing. I will take care of it this time but you will have to learn to work with it eventually. It may be best to make the trip to the Coffee Shack.”
She put her hands up. “Enough Jenna. Don’t treat me like a kid. Just make the goddamn coffee.”
My mother sat down at the kitchen table. It was obvious that the coffee fiasco had embarrassed her. She had not always been a helpless woman and, occasionally, I noticed a hint of the old Marnie Walsh. I poured a cup of coffee, which cleared out the cobwebs.
“Mom, I met the neighbor next-door.” I had not planned to share my evening with Ryder with my mother. However, the events of the previous evening were built up inside of me so I decided to give the PG-13 version, just to give my spinning mind some release. She didn’t know about the blow job or us sleeping naked together. I told her we fell asleep on the couch.
“What is the guy’s name and how the hell did you meet him? I’ll bet he came by to thank you for the pie.”
“Not exactly. I knew Ryder all along.” I continued to tell my tale. My mother’s reaction was priceless. If she was still tipsy from the night before, she was stunned into sobriety.
“So are you going to see him again? Well, obviously you will see him because he lives next-door. It will be uncomfortable if things are left on a sour note. I can’t imagine opening up a wound over and over again. What if he brings a lady home with him…which will happen. You got into it now Jenna,” my mother said. She seemed to want company in her misery. She enjoyed it when I mis-stepped.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. If you run into Ryder, don’t mention me. Treat him just as if you would a neighbor. Be friendly, and please, don’t try to date him. I’m going to change and go for a run.”
****
The next day I threw on some spandex. I inserted my ear buds and turned on my iPod. If Ryder had one, it would’ve been nicer than mine. Everything he had was new generation—only the best. I kept everything until it no longer worked. I was too poor to do otherwise. I had a pop mix that my 12-year old nephew created. He was on the cutting edge of everything current. He had a way of making me feel ancient at 18-years old.
As I headed to the nearby river, I glanced in Ryder’s driveway where I spotted his Lexus. Parked behind his vehicle was another car. I felt a twinge of jealousy and suspicion. It wasn’t a feeling I liked or that I had ever experienced so strongly in the past.
I took a long, slow run to clear my head. I thought it was frustrating the way things were left with Ryder. I knew his age…and that he had a big dick—but little else. I didn’t really know him at all.
My slow run tuned into a fast jog as I headed back to Lewis Avenue from the river. The second car in Ryder’s driveway was gone. I decided to check on him.
I walked up the steps to the front door and knocked. There was no answer so I continued knocking. I remembered the sliding glass doors and thought perhaps that Ryder was resting on the couch. He probably had the volume turned up and did not hear me.
“Hey Ryder are you home!” I shouted.
As I was walking around to the patio, Ryder called from the front door, “Hey Jenna!” He opened the front door about a foot. “Hi. I was going to call. I wanted to make sure you got home okay and everything, but I’ve been sick and couldn’t get the energy to call you. You might not want to get any closer because I think it’s the flu. It couldn’t have been the booze or the shrimp because I continue to feel worse. I hope you don’t get what I have,” Ryder said.
Ryder was wearing a robe and he looked like shit.
“Why don’t you let me take care of you? I feel fine and I will make sure we don’t get close. That will be a challenge after last night but I think I can make it.” I winked and smiled.
“Nope. I just want to be left alone to suffer. I have some classic Palmer tapes that I’m going to watch. I’ll call you when I’m better.” Ryder began to close the door.
“Arnold Palmer? Now you’re dating yourself. I thought he was dead,” I joked.
“That isn’t funny to a true fan of the game. The day he dies should be a national day of mourning. Later Jenna. I have to go puke.” He started to close the door again.
“Ryder. Did you have a visitor today? I noticed a strange car parked in your driveway.” I realized I was beginning to sound desperate, but I couldn’t help myself.
“You must be imagining things. I have been alone all day.”
And with that, Ryder closed the door, leaving his condescending comment floating in the air. I tried not to be offended but I was. He was sick. I was hoping he would add a comment about how epic our date was.
I walked into my yard. If he were back on his couch, he would’ve had a clear view as I hosed off. It was a hot day so I doused myself with water. If I knew Ryder, and I thought I did in some respects, he would enjoy watching me. When my body was soaked, I slicked back my hair. If he was looking at me through the window, I hoped I looked hot
I spent the rest of the day packing and wondering what Ryder was up to. Maybe he was a bad idea.
Chapter Nine
I was disappointed when Ryder didn’t contact me before I left for school. I packed most of my stuff in a trailer, which Sayler was driving. She was going to follow me as I drove my Sol to Columbia, South Carolina. Sayler would not be joining me at college. She planned to stay close to home where she felt she was needed. Who knew what Juliet Lindner would do in her absence?
I said goodbye to my mother in the kitchen. Our farewell was bittersweet. I was anxious to start living on my own but scared to step into the unknown.
“This is it, mom. Thank you so much for everything. I know it has not been easy around here since dad died.” It felt more awkward than emotional.
“I haven’t been the best mom since he died. Maybe this will be a fresh start for the both of us. I will have to learn how to use the coffee maker and take care of that damn dog.”
“Yeah mom. About that dog, Potato. Who names their dog after a boring food product? I could see if we lived in Idaho or something.”
She laughed through tears. The emotions came welling up in me and I cried too. My mom was quirky but I loved her.
I would fill the void left by Sayler with my very close friend Max Burgess. The relationship between Max and I had been going strong in one form or another since I was in kindergarten. We went from being playmates, to hating one another, then friends, which eventually became friends with benefits. We hated each other again for a couple of weeks until the benefits kicked in again and now we were strictly friends.
Knowing that Max would be there if I became terribly homesick was a comfort. I had to make it clear to him that there would be no benefits. I was assuming he would be interested, which wasn’t necessarily the case. Ryder was in my mind.
“Hey Sayler. Do they even have CB radios anymore? I can’t imagine the use for them with cell phones and Twitter.” I was planning to talk to Sayler on the way upstate.
“I have no clue. You will have to ask one of those 18-wheeler guys. Did you hear from the hot golfer?”
“No Sayler. It’s kind of strange. We seemed to have a good thing going. We had good conversations and I even sucked him like a Dyson. He couldn’t have any complaints in that department. It is the last time I give a blowjob on a first date.” The experience had left me feeling bitter.
“Don’t sweat it Jenna. He is golfing at Magnolia and you will be away at college. You live your life and allow him to live his. When you see him again, your tryst will be a distant memory.”
“I will chalk it up to experience. Now I have experience with an older man, although he didn’t act much different than boys my own age,” I said.
“What about Max, Jenna?”
“What about Max? We have a history, but it has evolved into a plutonic friendship. I can tell him anything. He is like a big brother to me.”
“I would test the waters with him again before you reveal that you blew the golfer,” Sayler warned me.
“I’m not going to do anything with Max again. You are staying the night with me right Sayler?”
“Absolutely. I say we order a pizza. Isn’t that what college kids do?”
“Not sure. We have been eating pizza in your bedroom for years. I will call Max when we get to campus. He can join us and tell us where to get the best pie. Never mind, pie reminds me of Ryder.”
“Get him off of your mind Jenna. Distant memory, like I said.”
“I will see you in Columbia. I’m going to disconnect. I feel like rockin’ out.”
I sped off as I listened to an Iggy Azalea tune. It was another part of the mix made by my nephew – my mixologist. I was driving in the fast lane. I hummed the tune and I knew it would be in my head for the rest of the day. I was feeling the freedom of being away from home and I had not yet driven 30 miles.
It had always been my plan to attend college. Neither of my parents were college educated. They did all right up until the point my father got ill, so they had earmarked money for school. My own summer savings plus financial aid made it possible. I was undeclared as far as a major went. Like many young women, I thought I was going to be a music star as
I produced my own music videos on You Tube. I spent a great deal of time singing into my hairbrush.
“Shit,” I said as I noticed the flashing lights behind me. I was driving 75 mph in a 65 mph zone up US-26 without a care in the world. Apparently, the state trooper was paying attention while I wasn’t.
I pulled over my Sol. It was a male officer. I was young, innocent, and generally attractive. Maybe not so innocent, but it’s not like the trooper knew I gave guys blowjobs on the first date. I decided to act as women did in the movies. I attempted to use my feminine wiles. I quickly released my ponytail and unfastened my top button.
“License and registration.” So far, it was just as on television. I flashed a bashful grin.
“I’m so embarrassed. This is my first traffic violation. You will have to excuse me if I seem nervous. I’m off to college and this a big day for me.” I hoped he would take pity on me. The man smelled like stale coffee and he had yellow teeth.
“Are you aware of why I pulled you over mam?” The man showed no hint of a smile. He had probably pulled over hundreds of prospective students already. For all I knew he wasn’t interested in women. He returned to his vehicle to check my information.
He returned to my car. I was sweating. My nerves were getting to me. I was living on a very carefully balanced budget. If the scales tipped, I would be screwed.
“I’m going to write you a ticket, Ms. Walsh. You are young and it’s a good time for you to learn a lesson. Speeding is unacceptable and dangerous to both you and others who share the road. I suggest you pay the fine and try not to take this to court. I’m not like others in that I show up for all of my court dates.”
“Okay. Bye officer.” I drove away without a thank you. I was pissed and he was an asshole with shitty breath. It made me think of Ryder’s sweet breath. I couldn’t help it. All roads led back to Ryder. I had to stop thinking of him. I called Sayler.
