Trashy

by Penny Lam

  Vickie gasps when she sees my tattoo. I have a lot, covering both arms, but those are just your average don’t-fuck-with-me tats. My tattoo is the one I keep hidden. Just for me. And her now, I guess. “May I touch it?”

  “Sure, baby.”

  Her fingers are soft as petals caressing the skin that curves around my ribs and back. “Why’d you get it?”

  I’ve got two bulls, locked in battle. Their eyes are red, their black flanks straining. Blood’s dripping from each of them. But my artist did a good job of capturing the challenge of them. It’s a competition between two friends. They’re equal. Neither one will win. But they’ll keep butting heads forever, somehow pushing and supporting each other’s weight.

  I don’t really need to spell the metaphor out, do I?

  “When I turned eighteen, I wanted something to remember my childhood by. That’s it, I guess.”

  “Bulls? Did you rodeo?”

  This makes me laugh. “Naw. That wasn’t for us. Besides, no rodeos come within fifty miles of here. It’s the story it tells, not a literal memory. Now step inside the shower.” I smack her ass lightly as she hops in.

  The water’s hot and Vickie moans. My stomach twists and my cock stays hard. Being around her makes me feel eighteen, too. Like I could fuck all night, get some biscuits in the morning and slam some coffee, then come home and fuck all day, too.

  Behind us, the door opens and Buck steps in, already naked. I’ve seen him naked before, but it isn’t something we just do, you know? Two dudes living in such close proximity for so long means we don’t have secrets, not from each other, but we typically don’t go flaunting ourselves, either.

  We’ve never shared a shower before. Why the hell would we? His bulk makes it tight in the small stall and I shuffle Vickie between us. I’m not ready to have his balls all on my ass. Just because he smeared some icing on my dick doesn’t mean I’m suddenly open to anything.

  Yet-- No. Hell no. Some things I can’t afford to think. Not with Buck. I need him too much to screw things up.

  “Couch is ready for you, Vic,” he murmurs as he begins to shampoo her hair. My eyes follow in blazing envy. I should’ve thought of that. Her back is to him, so I get a clear view of how he’s making her feel. Her eyes squeeze shut while her perfect little mouth falls open.

  Not to be outdone, I grab my soap and begin to lather at her neck, quickly moving down to those sexy big titties. Her pink nipples, big as dinner plates, tighten up as I rub them down.

  “Ohhh,” she moans, leaning back into Buck. He and I meet gazes and his eyes are easy, questioning. It’s the same look he gave me as he came down her throat. A challenge. He wants to butt heads and see if I’ll pussy out.

  This is crazy as hell, but I’m not gonna back down for anyone. My hands slip lower, soaping her waist. Buck opens his hand and I give him the soap.

  “Turn around, baby, and let Shep rinse that hair out.”

  She does, never even opening her eyes. There’s trust flowing like a river between us, around us. Drowning us in something we’ve never felt individually. We’re a unit. A family.

  It scares the hell out of me.

  I move so the water can hit the suds in her hair. Working my fingers in those golden locks, I help rinse all the shampoo out, finger combing from root to tip. Wet, her hair hits her bottom and my hands begin to explore those luscious lobes.

  Vickie gasps and falls back on me. I catch her in time, her skin slick and hot against mine. She awkwardly hoists a leg up and Buck has it and I realize his fingers are buried in her snatch.

  I can’t help myself. Anchoring her to my chest with one arm, I grab a handful of titty and squeeze until she cries out. My other hand reaches under her ass and finds her pussy. My fingers hit Buck’s, but he just keeps pumping into her.

  It’s fucking wetter than a Louisiana summer night between her legs, and despite her pussy being virgin, I’m able to slip a finger in, too.

  “Oh God, yes!”

  “Yes, what?” Buck growls. He meets my rhythm and we’re stroking her in tandem. I’m kneading the hell out of her tit, plucking and tweaking her nipple.

  “Keep touching me like that,” she mewls, “Please!”

  “Come all over our hands, baby girl. Get us nice and juicy with that pussy.” The way he says it, it’s an order. She obeys, her tight channel clamping on our fingers as she cries out in the small bathroom.

  This is us. Crowded in a shower. Skin on skin on skin, the steam in our lungs and eyes and a cord of attraction and lust cinching tight around us.

  The moment is so strange we don’t talk about it. But I see the pink, dewy glow on her cheeks and Buck’s loving caress to her bottom. His hand brushes mine and it’s probably an accident, but I don’t jerk mine away.

  # # #

  The door hinge whines and I hear barefeet pad through the dark. The springs of the mattress groan.

  “Shep?”

  “You should be sleeping, Vickie.”

  Her hand brushes my chest and I shiver a little. It’s so small. Everything about her is small and round and soft. “I know. But don’t you want me in here?”

  I roll to my side, making room for her on my full sized mattress. Never before have I regretted bachelor living as much as this moment. She deserves a king-sized bed, and sheets made of silk, and whatever else those rich assholes have to pamper themselves, even in sleep.

  “Is this okay?” She whispers, but Vickie is already curling up beside me, her head tucked into the nook of my shoulder and chest.

  My grunt is non-committal, but I’m elated. Hell yes, this is okay. My heart is torn, though, unexpectedly. What would Buck think? Would he be mad? We’ve never fought about a woman before. Hell, I don’t think we’ve fought since my grandma died.

  He started this. He’s the one who got her on her knees first. He won’t take care of her like you will, so shut up and let her choose you.

  Is there a choice? I wasn’t about to talk about it to anyone, or hell, even think about it, but when we’d been all over Vickie earlier, it hadn’t bothered me that Buck was there. It should have. I should have walked away and let him have her. I had every chance. Instead, I fell right into it, into him and his weird perverted shit.

  And it felt natural. Normal.

  Somehow that feels more dangerous than a fight for her. But if it’s natural, then there ain’t no choice. It’s just the way shit’s gonna be, and fuck, my head hurts.

  Her fingers stroke my beard, seeking comfort rather than trying to give it. I feel better nonetheless. “I don’t have conditioner, or a toothbrush.” The paper-thin quality of her voice breaks me inside. “Just the clothes you took for me, and a little money.”

  “We can get you what you need--”

  “I know. I know you’ll take care of me. It’s just last night I had those things, a toothbrush and conditioner and a bed that was mine. Tonight I don’t have them, and I’m happier than ever. How does that even make sense?”

  My fingers drag up and down her arm. “Are you sure you’re happy with this? I don’t know what Buck said--”

  “He said I’d clean and cook for y’all while I get my feet on the ground, and then, well, I don’t know.” The tremor in her voice is killing me.

  “I’m not sayin’ it’s what Buck meant, but that sounds an awful lot like what your Mama was trying to get you to do tonight, Vickie. It ain’t for money, but,” I fumble, looking for words that aren’t comin’ easy. “I just want you to know you can say ‘no’ anytime and I won’t think less of you.”

  “Will you think less of me if I say ‘yes’?” Jesus, I’m in trouble. She sounds coy. I just grunt again, not knowing where things are going.

  She shifts up, her hair draping over my skin, tickling me in a hundred different places. My hand cups her face and I bring her down for a kiss. What her first kiss with us should have been.

  My tongue sweeps along her lip gently before seeking entrance into her sweet mouth. I go slow, but firm. Littl
e Vickie needs a teacher. Someone who’ll guide her in the ways of men’s bodies, but also her own. I can’t promise to be gentle with her always, but I make a promise in my mind and my heart to never let her feel like her mother.

  Vickie melts like butter to my kiss, surrendering. She’s eager and a little sloppy, pressing close, trying to speed things up. I love it, but I don’t let her. Winding my fingers through her hair, I grasp it and pull her back.

  “I love it when y’all do that,” she hisses.

  “Do what?”

  “Pull my hair.”

  I wrench a little harder and she makes a pained squeak that has me letting go. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just promised to be gentle and already I’m trying to push her limits.

  “No--” she protests, nudging me with her head. “Don’t stop.”

  We’re whispering, so close our rapid breaths are heating between us. Everything is heating between us. Her hand slides under my blanket and wraps around my raging erection.

  “Oh! You sleep naked?”

  “Yep.” Her hand pumps me a few times and my hips buck. I’m already feeling the churn in my groin, my climax brewing, so I catch her wrist tight and make her stop. “Why are you in here, baby girl?”

  Baby girl. That’s Buck’s term for her. The one that makes her seem vulnerable. Needy. Buck’s always liked it a little rough with women. Sometimes a lot rough. They flock to him, though, so what do I know?

  “I want you, Shep. I want you to… to f-fuck me.” She stumbles over the cuss word and it’s adorable and my cock leaps in her palm. I know she knows what she’s doing to me.

  I’ve taken a few cherries in my life, but I’ve never wanted one as much as hers. Squeezing her hard hard again, her whimper makes up my mind. If she wants it a little rough, I can give it to her. “You want my big cock in that tight, virgin pussy?” The dirty talk comes easy, startling me.

  Vickie moans and wiggles, slipping her leg over mine. “Oh, yes, Shep, I do. Please.”

  “Please, what?” This was what Buck did. Made her beg for it. The power of it is coursing through me and I’m harder than a steel rod. “Please take your cherry?”

  “Yes! Please take my cherry!”

  Fucking hell. I roll both of us, pinning her under me. My hand seeks the heat between her legs. Is she always wet? It seems like it. Pride thunders through me. She’s this wet for me. She wants me to put my cock in that virgin hole. To be her first. And she’s begging me for it.

  Yanking the drawer to the bedside table, I grab around clumsily until I find my condoms. Yeah, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with a woman, but I like to be prepared, okay? Just because I only finished high school doesn’t make me an idiot. Of course, a flash of the vision of her pregnant hits me and I’m reluctant to suit up. Have I always wanted to be a father this much? Or does she just bring it out of me?

  My teeth help rip open the package and then I roll it down my cock, shoving thoughts of fatherhood down. Placing my hands on her thick, young thighs, I spread her legs open. It’s dark in the room, and it seems to make everything else stronger. The sweet musk of her pussy fills the air. The small vibrations of her shaking, tremors that my palms and fingers pick up, travel up my arms and straight to my heart.

  My chest squeezes and I almost back off. She should be giving this to some football player in his car. A first love. Maybe a first boyfriend at college. Not some bearded asshole over ten years her senior, broken in ways she can’t begin to understand.

  Then again, if I don’t do it, some other asshole will. Maybe that football player fucks her and dumps her after, telling everyone how easy she gave it up. That first college boyfriend sleeps with her roommate a week later. Maybe it'd be Buck, with his obsession for her young pussy and his desire to dominate.

  With that, I push into her in one strong, measured thrust. My hand clamps over her mouth, stifling her cry of pain. We rest like that, her whimpers cut off at my palm, my hip bones digging into her plush thighs, my nose buried in her neck.

  The tight sheath of her pussy is unreal. It squeezes all around my dick, milking as it clenches and adjusts to my girth. It’s so fucking hard to give her time. Every muscle in my body is clenched, ready to claim her hard.

  She smells like us already, the fresh scent of Buck’s shampoo in her golden locks. Having the reminder of him makes the moment feel both better and worse. He’s going to be pissed that I claimed her first, but he’s the one who started this shit in the first place.

  When she’s quiet, I take my hand off her mouth. “I’m ready, Shep. I want you to come in me,” she whimpers.

  “Oh, Vickie, I’m going to.” My hips begin to rock in her. In excruciating control, I pull out and then rock back in, trying to keep her first time as smooth as possible.

  Before long, though, Vickie’s clawing at me. She wraps her legs around and locks her ankles at my back, and it snaps my control. Getting a good grip on her plump ass, I pull her up with me. Kneeling on my bed and holding her up, I begin to bounce Vickie up and down on my cock.

  She’s gasping and moaning with each bouncing thrust, crashing down on my cock. Those thick thighs are squeezing my waist.

  “Yes, Shep, yes!”

  We’re not even hiding what we’re doing in here anymore. My bed is groaning and squealing in protest. I’m plowing her so hard she’s grunting, but she keeps clinging to me, so I pick up the pace. This should be too rough for a first time, but she’s urging me on.

  My balls tighten and being buried in her tight snatch undoes me. I come hard, roaring, plunging myself deep inside her.

  Buck’s voice startles us when he says, “Come now, baby girl. Come all over his dick.” We’re too far gone to stop and with his command Vickie’s coming with me, our sweat and voices and bodies mingling.

  Shaking, I pull myself from her, letting her drop onto my bed. Vickie seems dazed until she sees the blood on the condom. At that, her eyes widen, and the realization of what’s happened is sinking in.

  “Oh gosh,” she whispers, “that was better than I expected. Thank you,” she gushes, even though she’s the one who just gave her virginity to me.

  My chest is heaving and the moment is almost perfect except for the knot in my stomach. Raking a hand through my hair, I look at Buck, expecting the storm. It never comes. He’s leaning in my doorway, the hall lamp illuminating him. His longer blond hair is shaggy from sleep, mussed in a way that other men try for but can’t manage.

  His green eyes meet mine, and they’re happy. Happy. Happy for me, I guess, or happy for us? I don’t know. I just know that the rivalry I was expecting, the two bulls clashing, isn’t happening.

  Buck’s not wearing a shirt, and when he comes into my room the low light dances off his sculpted chest and abs. The front of his sweatpants is tented with his hard on. He’s got something in his hand: A jar of Crisco.

  “Baby girl, do you think you can let me take your other cherry tonight? Are you up for it?”

  Her eyes are big as moons and her plump lower lip trembles. “I’m sore,” she says meekly. “Shep took my only cherry. Don’t be mad,” she begs.

  He sits beside her and I hover, ready to stop him. I want him to be happy, too. I do. But Vickie’s such a frail thing. We’ve done things to her body tonight that she probably hadn’t dreamed about. Is it fair to ask her to go from virginal to cock slut overnight?

  No. Yes?

  I don’t know.

  “Shhh, I’m not gonna take you there,” Buck says as he gently pats her pussy. “I know it hurts. It’ll feel better each time we fuck it. But tonight, I want this one.” His hand disappears and she jumps on my bed as he fingers her backdoor.

  She bites her lip, her eyelashes fluttering. “You want me there?” Now I relax. Vickie’s playing coy. That tiny-girl voice is a front, because her nipples are hard and she’s already spreading her legs.

  Buck rips open a condom and rolls it on. “Mmhmm. I want you to be a big girl and get on your hands and knees.”
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  Vickie does. Part of me wants to stay, to watch. This is pulling me in too fast. A riptide of lust. But Buck really seemed happy for me, and I’m going to give him his turn.

  Leaving, I shut the door and go to the kitchen.

  Eating a bowl of cereal, I listen to my mattress, Buck’s grunts, and Vickie’s cries until dawn.

  Vickie

  I’ve never woken up in another person’s bed before. Or with a man’s arm draped possessively over me.

  I like it.

  Last night I’d snuck into Shep’s room. I know he’d said I could wait to sleep with them. It was that thoughtfulness that made me choose him. Buck is sunny, and commanding, and so many things that I admire. He makes me smile.

  But Shep is… I don’t know. He hides his considerate nature beneath his bad boy facade. Now that I’ve been kissed by him, touched by him, I can’t believe the rumors about him. Murderer? No way. There’s something dark that flits underneath his skin, but it isn’t the whole of who he is. I think maybe he’s just sad. I know how that feels.

  Sex was a great distraction. Yesterday I woke up a virgin, newly eighteen, and excited about my prospects outside of the trailer park. Cedar Hills is the poorest part of town, and the town isn’t rich. But with my daddy being just another John, my mom needed cheap rent in a place where no one was going to care how many visitors she had.

  That trailer had been my home my whole life. Three small bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. No TV. No computers. A land line. The bare essentials. We didn’t get cell phones until two years ago, and only because Lloyd said textin’ worked better for clients than calling.

  Now I’m in another trailer. No big leap from the park, just one door over. I know I should be disappointed. My mother always laughed when I said I was gonna move to a city. “White trash stays white trash, and park trash will always be park trash.” No wonder she’d assumed I’d end up workin’ like her.