by Kelli Walker
“And now, we’re back here! And I’m gonna bend her over my bed and fuck her stupid,” Spencer murmured.
“Sounds perfect, baby,” the girl breathed. She was the stereotypical woman Spencer threw his money around for: big tits, small waist, skimpy clothes, no brain. If we were nerds in college, then Spencer was the kid on the playground being strung up by his underwear because he was too nerdy for the nerds, so now that he had money he made sure everyone around him knew it. He invested wisely but threw his pocket change around wildly on these vacations, and he always seemed to have a little piece of ass on his arm.
“So, what do you do for a living?” I asked the girl.
“Porn,” she smiled.
“Jesus,” I breathed.
“Isn’t it perfect!?” Brady laughed.
I heard slurping sounds coming from the couch, and when I turned around to see what it was Spencer slung the woman over his shoulder and started for his room on the other end of the house. I heard him slap her ass and she giggled with delight. I made my way into the kitchen to guzzle some water and clean up the burnt chicken, but when I rounded the corner and saw what was going on on the couch, I sighed and shook my head.
Brit was on her knees with Brady’s cock in her mouth and he was lounging back watching television.
“Seriously?” I said lowly.
His hands were behind his head and he was enjoying the view in front of him, and Brit was slathering his dick in her spit. I tried to distract myself by scraping the kitchen off the bottom of the pan, but holy hell, Brit’s dick sucking was loud.
“Could you tone that down a bit?” I breathed.
“If he mouth wasn’t full, she’d probably stick her tongue out at you,” Brady quipped.
I put some hot water and lemon juice in the pan and let it sit, and then I made quick work of cleaning up the rest of the mess. I kept an ear out for Tina and hadn’t heard her yet, but I’m sure once the festivities kicked up with Spencer she’d be up and ready to do anything but stay in the house.
I thought about taking her to the mainland and getting off this island to go do something, but something in the back of my mind told me that probably wasn’t a good idea. Not for her with all she was battling.
“Somethin’ on your mind, Kev? Ya look preoccupied,” Brady commented.
“I’m surprised you can talk with that thing wrapped around your dick.”
Brit shot me a nasty look before she sucked his dick all the way to the back of her throat, but Brady seemed unphased by the entire thing.
“Something happen with you and Tina?” he asked.
“Seriously, dude? We can do this when Brit isn’t turning purple from choking on you.”
“But my friend looks hurt,” he said.
“Seriously. Pay attention to Brit,” I snickered.
“When she’s good enough, I will.”
I heard a slurping pop before a smack rang out into the room, and when I turned around Brit was rearranging her clothes and walking away while Brady rubbed the inside of his bare leg. He wrapped his hand around his cock and wanked out a fast one on the couch, and when I figured he was done I tossed him a clean dishrag.
“Don’t get any on the couch. That’s thing is comfortable and I don’t want it ruined for me.”
“Alright, Kev. Come on. The hell’s wrong with you?”
He tossed his crusty rag in the corner and I grabbed us some coffee in some mugs, and when I sat down I could feel his eyes on the side of my face.
“Something happened with Tina,” he stated.
“Obviously.”
“Let’s make the start of this a bit easier,” Brady sighed, “I know you and Tina are hooking up.”
“Shit. Does anyone else know?”
“Not to my knowledge, but it wasn’t hard to figure out.”
“How’d you figure it out?” I asked.
“The gazebo. I went looking for you both and saw you guys goin’ at it from the woods.”
“Was it a good show?” I smirked.
“You guys are always a good show.”
“The hell does that mean?”
“Nothing. Anyway, what happened yesterday?” Brady asked.
We drank our coffee down and I told him everything that took place while they were gone. I told him about the movie day and the wine. I told him about how dinner got ruined and why it was ruined. I told him about my big ass mouth and how I rattled off all these questions and made her shut down, and then I told her about how I heard Tina heaving in her shower so I went to go find her.
“Wait, she drunk so much wine she got sick?” Brady asked.
“I think it was more the food, the wine, and the upheaval in the conversation,” I said.
“That would make more sense. How much wine did she have?”
“Dude, she’s not regressing back to her old college ways.”
“How do you know that?” he asked.
That was the dark side of college that Tina never wanted to talk about. For a couple of years there, she was practically a functioning alcoholic. Every time we were together she smelled of wine, and every time I took her out somewhere she would finish the bottle I ordered for both of us. It’s why I started pulling away from her. Not because she was embarrassing or because I didn’t love her, but because every time I tried to step in and help she’d get angry and yell. She’d accuse me of trying to sabotage her success in college and how she had worked hard to get where she was, and the least I could do was let her enjoy her down time when she had it.
I wanted her to enjoy her down time with me, not with some wine bottle I could bring over for her.
“Does she even know that? Why you pulled away?” Brady asked.
“I honestly don’t know. She was the one that initiated the break up, remember?”
“Anyway, do you think you guys’ll continue to hook up after vacation?”
“That I don’t know, either,” I breathed.
“I’ve always thought the two of you were meant for each other,” Brady quipped.
“You don’t believe in that shit, dude.”
“I do when it comes to you two. You guys even each other out. Tina’s so rigid and uptight, but she’s less so when you’re around. You’re so carefree I’m surprised you can remember to put on pants in the morning, but she keeps you on a sort of schedule that you don’t mind abiding by. You guys bring out the best in each other. That’s what two people are supposed to do.”
“I’ve never heard you be so sappy, Brady,” I smirked.
“I’m disinfecting that kitchen island today, by the way,” he mumbled.
“You know Tina’s dad’s real sick, right?” I asked.
“Really? With what?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. Tina won’t talk about it too much, but apparently he’s in a hospice bed in their home.”
“Holy fu-... the hell is she doing here!?” Brady exclaimed.
“Sh, keep it down, jesus.”
“Sorry. But dude, the hell is she here for?” Brady asked again.
“Her dad told her to come. Told her he didn’t want her to be like him. And I think that’s really throwing her for a loop.”
“I could understand that, given how she was raised.”
“Alright, so you get it. Explain it to me,” I urged.
“Really? You’re plowing her body and you don’t understand why she’s reacting the way she probably is? Let me guess: she’s probably taking a few more chances but stopping herself just short of everything. She’s probably more open than you’ve seen her in years, but when she shut down last night she flipped to the ice queen we all know and love before she locked herself away and sobbed lightly to herself. She’s probably a hell of a woman in the sack but still needs that wine to drop her guard. Any of this sound familiar?”
My jaw was swinging open over my coffee mug, and all Brady did was smirk.
“Look. It’s obvious that Tina loves her father. We all know bits and pieces of her mother and th
e ice cold bitch she was, but she always had nothing but warm things to say about daddy dearest. That means she probably wanted to model her life after him. She probably gets her strength and stubbornness from him, and she probably rose to the position she has in Washington by abiding by the rules her father used when building his own firm. So, what would happen to you if your mentor, your hero, and your life model told you-- after all the hard work and sleepless nights and criticism Tina’s probably endured-- that they didn’t want you to be like them?”
“Oh, shit,” I breathed.
“Now, her father probably didn’t mean it like that, but you sure as hell know that’s how Tina’s taking it.”
“Fuuuuuck…” I groaned.
“He probably meant not to be so rigid and have a stick up your ass all the-”
“Damn it!” I exclaimed.
“Ssshhh… she’s still sleeping.”
And then, like clockwork, a massive pounding sound started echoing across the house and we could hear the bombastic sounds of Spencer moaning and groaning with his little squeaky toy in his room across the house.
“She won’t be asleep much longer,” I murmured.
“Yeah, speaking of sleep…”
Brady leaned over onto the couch and quickly passed out with his legs still dangling off the sides. I got up and tossed his legs onto the couch, and then I went to the kitchen table and started thinking about what he had said. I’d never been good at all that psychology shit like Brady was, but it all did make sense. Her father probably just meant to take more chances and make more memories, but she was interpreting it as an attack on the entire foundation for which she’s built her life. Tina was probably questioning every move she’d ever made up until this point and was probably wondering if she even chose the right profession given the fact that her dad somehow “didn’t approve” any longer, and that would explain why she shut down so badly on me last night. In any other circumstance, Tina would’ve just told me to shut up and we would’ve finished the movie. But, she was felt so cornered and so threatened that she got up and walked away.
And with Tina, that could only mean one thing.
It meant she was thinking on everything I’d asked… and it made me wonder if she might actually provide answers this time.
If only to herself.
Chapter 10
Tina
My god, Spencer was a loud fucker. Literally. I woke up that morning with a pounding headache from being sick with all that shitty wine, and here he was banging the headboard against the wall while his squeaky toy went to town with her fake ass sounds to keep his dick hard. But honestly? The squeaking was a bit funny. She sounded like one of those overpriced dog toys people who are obsessive over their pets buy for them, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
But I couldn’t laugh too much, because that shit hurt my head.
I sat up in bed much to my dismay, but when I saw the tylenol and water sitting on the bedside table I gladly gathered it all up in my hands. I threw the pills back and chugged the water, then laid back down so they would have time to work. Part of me wanted to fall back asleep and part of me wanted to go downstairs and get some bread to soak up the rest of this alcohol, but I was honestly having too much fun listening to Spencer try to be a man.
“Take that dick. You like that, ya little bitch? Huh?”
I put my hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle. Spencer was around six feet tall and maybe 150 pounds soaking wet. We teased him all the time about needing to eat more food, and Brit and I were both secretly jealous at the foot he could eat without putting on weight. By all accounts, he was the lankiest person we’d ever met, and he always seemed to have a penchant for the bigger women.
Now, there was nothing wrong with a bigger woman, but when you paired her with the likes of Twiggy McGee, it got a little comical. I bet her boobs swallowed his face whole and his dick got lost in her ass cheeks before he found her vagina.
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, yes!”
Yikes. The woman he’d brought back was one of those. Granted, nothing deterred Spencer from slamming some pussy, but I did hear the bed falter for a second. But, after what he said next, I vomited a little in my mouth and got up to go downstairs.
“You like the dick Daddy has to give you?”
First off, I needed to educate him on the fact that he wasn’t doing that right. Second off, if I wanted any more of an appetite, I needed to get the hell outta dodge. I slowly stood myself up and managed to get my robe wrapped around me. I didn’t care what I looked like and I figured if I stunk that bad I could rinse my mouth out in the downstairs bathroom. But, if I stank too much, I’d just chug some orange juice and let the acidity do its thing until Spencer was done with… well, whatever that thing he was doing was.
I slowly made my way down the stairs and I had to grasp the railing tighter than I was proud of. I got myself into the kitchen that was now surprisingly clean, and I smelled the wonderful smell of coffee. I groaned out loud when I saw the practically-full pot percolating in the corner, and I grabbed a drinking glass rather than a mug to pour it in. I needed it black to get rid of the last of this hangover, and I needed a lot of it.
It wasn’t until I turned around that I even realized Kevin was on the couch.
“Why the hell are Brady’s pants down to his ankles?” I murmured.
“Brit was trying to suck him off but Brady wanted to dude chat instead,” he said matter of factly.
Oddly enough, that didn’t surprise me one bit.
I chugged my first tall glass of coffee before I poured another one into the cup, and then I reached for the kitchen door to find something to eat. We had apples, grapes, some watermelon and some blocked cheese. There was milk, but no cereal; bread, but no peanut butter; and leftover meat that turned my stomach a bit when I thought about heating it up.
And then, tears involuntarily rose to my eyes.
I sniffled and brought my hand up to my eyes and I suddenly felt the weight of the world shift. The fog in my mind slowly began to clear and my headache quickly began to recede, and that’s when the events of last night came barreling back to the forefront of my memory. Kevin, the kitchen, our little tryst, his questions…
… shit about my father…
“Fuck,” I breathed.
I leaned my head against the cool freezer door and let the fridge shut closed. Spencer and his little honey bunny were really going at it now, but all I could hear were my father’s words echoing inside of my head.
“Don’t be like me. Don’t be like me. Don’t be like me.”
I heard footsteps from behind but I didn’t bother to turn around and see who it was. A strong pair of arms wrapped around my jumping stomach, and for the first time in years I couldn’t physically hold back the tears rising to the surface. My face crinkled up and my hands rushed to my face, and all of a sudden I lost control of the entirety of my body.
“Why the hell-... is-... is this-... ha-happening t-”
“Ssshhh…” the soothing voice behind me coached. “Just focus on your breathing.”
I turned around in the arms of the person who was helping me along, and I realized it was Kevin. His tall body was shielding me from the world-- and from Brady, if he woke up because his dick was cold. I clutched onto the fabric of Kevin’s clothes and I tried to regulate my breathing, but when his hand slowly began to stroke my hair I realized I wouldn’t be able to.
Not this time.
This was my daddy we were talking about, and I just couldn’t let that slide.
“Why is he dying?” I choked out.
“I don’t know,” Kevin murmured.
“Why did he say those things to me?” I whispered desperately.
“I guess… maybe he wanted you to take more chances with your life than he did. You know, your dad has always played it safe,” Kevin offered.
“He’s the most successful man I know!” I whined.
“But he also never took vacations, or deviated from his routine, o
r ever bucked up to your mother. He knew his place and he stuck with me. Maybe he just doesn’t want that happening to you.”
As my tears soaked Kevin’s shirt I took in what he’d told me. For all the things Kevin is, what he isn’t is something who can come up with that shit on his own. I had a feeling the man with his dick out and pants around his ankles snoring on the couch had something to do with what just flew out of Kevin’s face, and I was way too worked up and tired and sore to be angry over it.
After all, it sounded like all he did was ask Brady for advice.
Why he’d do that during a blowjob, I’ll never understand. But, then again, I never understand these boys half the time anyway.
“I’m so sorry, Tina,” he murmured into my hair. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without my daddy,” I choked out.
“There isn’t any part of me that would want to be in your position, Tina, but I need you to hear me when I tell you this: no matter what we are going away from this vacation, I need you to keep in touch with me. Because when your father does pass away, I’m clearing my schedule and I’m coming to you, alright? You won’t do this alone.”
“I’ll have my mom,” I sighed.
“Do you really think your mother will console you the way you will need during that time, Tee?” he asked lowly.
I didn’t have the energy to be mad. Yeah, my family had their downfalls, but normally I would fight someone who ever tried to prey on those downfalls during a conversation.
But my body was too worn out to do anything like that right now.
“I guess not,” I whispered.
“I think Spencer’s finally finished with the woman he brought back. Do you wanna try to get some more rest?” Kevin asked.
But all I did was shake my head ‘no’ into his chest. His arms felt so good around me, holding me as close to him like he was. I wrapped my around around his waist and nuzzled into his broad chest, and for the first time since we’d started whatever the fuck we were doing on this island I didn’t care if anyone saw us like this in the kitchen. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, Kevin was right: my father didn’t really mean don’t ever be like him, ever… he simply meant to live my life in a way he didn’t. He meant to take the vacations he never did and make the memories he never made. He meant to make stories I could tell my grandchildren and see the world through the eyes of a traveler instead of a businesswoman.
