by Hawke, Jessa
“Hey,” Bill said. “Hey, come fucking look at this! Come over here!”
Bill kept motioning him over until Jeff finally made his way to the front of the booth to stand by his friend and look out over the crowd.
“Oh my God,” Jeff said.
It was her. She was over by the pretzels with her family. They looked like they were about to head up to look at the giant pig they heard they had locked up in some reenforced cage.
“Holy shit,” Jeff said, dropping down to sit his ass on the ground and lean his back against the wall of the booth. “I can't believe she's really here. What should I do? I mean, what if she comes over here? What if she wants to throw a knife at a balloon?”
“Well I don't know,” Bill said. “I guess we'll just have to tell her no and send her on her way.”
Jeff didn't know what to think of Ariel's sudden appearance. It had literally not occurred to him at all that this might happen. Did he expect to maybe see a few of his high school friends? Sure. But it had never crossed his mind that his old heart throb might be here at the fair.
“They're coming this way,” Bill said, then, “Hey! You! Yes you! Come here!”
Jeff went into a near panic. What was he supposed to say? How was any of this supposed to go. He didn't have any time to think before she was at the booth.
“Jeff? Bill?” she said. “You guys! I haven't seen either of you in forever! I tried to write both of you but I never heard anything back?”
Jeff couldn't believe the beautiful young woman was standing in front of him, her hazel eyes ticking back and forth between them, her dirty blonde hair twirling in the wind behind her, caught by the breeze. How was she here, right now? There just couldn't be anyway. Maybe it was some kind of hallucination. But the chances of that diminished greatly as she and Bill struck up a conversation about how much she had missed the both of them.
“No, I'm really serious,” Ariel said. “I was super depressed when I had to go through high school without both of you there. I mean, you'd become such a big part of my life, and when that bad shit happened and all my parents had to do was write off a tax deduction in check form to make it all go away while both of you got hammered over it, I mean, I just lost a lot of faith in humanity. Here I was, some young girl in high school who honestly thought that people always made an effort to be at least decent. But then I found out that that just wasn't the case. That the world was full of people waiting with their hands out, and if you could fill their hands with money, then they would be happy and leave you alone.”
“Don't worry about it,” Bill said. “Although I will say that Jeff over there didn't take it so well that he never heard from you again. But he'll probably kill me later for saying so.”
“Really?” Ariel's face lit up. “Is that true Jeff? Did you miss me?”
“Well of course I missed you. We were such close friends. How much of our lives did we share with each other? I bet I know things about you that no one else knows! And I know you know things about me that no one else knows.”
Ariel nodded and paid a few dollars to throw a knife. She raised her arm back to hurl it at a balloon then noticed how both of the men cringed and seemed ready to jump out of the way.
“Are you two going to get hurt if I miss?” she asked.
“Only if the knife bounces off and into one of us,” Bill said. “They knives used to be dull until we sharpened them. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Ariel lifted the knife back into throwing position and readied herself. Jeff could tell by the glint in her eye that she meant to pop a balloon and take a prize home. Her first throw landed the knife with the tip to the wood, so that it stuck fast and quivered in the air. The next knife popped one of the balloons. The third bounced off and into Jeff's leg.
“Oh my fucking God!” Jeff screamed. “Holy shit! My leg! My fucking leg!”
Ariel stepped into the booth and used a towel the boys had been using to wipe the sweat off their faces to staunch the bleeding, then tied it over the wound to keep pressure on it.
“That looks pretty deep, Jeff,” she said. “Maybe we should take you to some kind of medical person.”
“It looks like you did a pretty good job!” Bill said admiring her work.
“Yeah, until he gets infected with whatever was on that knife. Who knows what could have been on it? This is, after all, the Iowa State Fair. Maybe if we leave it his leg will turn green and fall off.”
Bill leaned in.
“Do you really think so?” he said.
Ariel tried not to laugh.
“Oh yeah, very funny,” Jeff said. “I get a fucking knife in my leg any everyone gets a big old laugh about it. 'Haha! Look at Jeff with a knife in his leg! Who cares how it got there or how much it might hurt him, let's all just laugh!'”
Bill rolled his eyes while maneuvering himself so that Jeff could put his arm around him for support, preparing to help his friend hobble to the nearest aid station. Neither Jeff nor Bill knew exactly where such an aid station would be, but they also knew that with so many people coming to the fair each day there was absolutely no way that there wasn't an aid station somewhere close.
“Do you have any idea where we should take him?” Bill asked.
“No, but I'll help,” Ariel said. “After all, I kind of did help make this mess.”
Jeff had to bite his tongue when he heard her last comment about “kind of” helping make the mess. It just reminded him a lot of some of the things she'd said when they'd all got caught raiding the school. Even though it had been all her idea, and even her plan—as shitty of a plan as it turned out being—she never copped to any of it. Whenever the police had asked her any questions she'd just broken down in sobs. The police quickly tired of this and focused their questions solely on the boys. Neither of the boys had known what Ariel had told the cops or withheld. Thinking that surely she had told them something they each begrudgingly gave up enough information that they thought the police would be placated but really all they did was end up incriminating themselves.
“Oh my God it hurts,” Jeff said as he hobbled around with one arm around Bill and the other around Ariel. If he hadn't been so hurt he'd have reflected at how good it felt to have his arm around her again.
“This way! This way!” Bill said.
Up ahead was one of the places EMTs were rendering aid, although at the State Fair that pretty much amounted to giving people water and telling them to stop drinking. But they were about to get a surprise of a lifetime. Jeff could tell that the cut was bad and would require some stitches, and he didn't think that the people at the fair would be able to sow him up right there. That meant that he would have to go to the emergency room, and that would be expensive. Jeff didn't have the money to pay for something like that, and knew that if they went to the EMTs that then he would be forced to go.
“I can't see the EMTs,” Jeff said. “I can't afford to get stitches.”
This halted the group in its tracks.
“Well, I can stitch you up,” Ariel said. “I may not be very good though, so the stitches will be big and most likely leave a scar.”
“Sure, that sounds great,” Jeff said through gritted teeth.
He wasn't sure he had any other options at that point. What else could he do? He couldn't not get his leg stitched up with as big as the gash in it had been, and he couldn't afford to be told he had to go to the hospital. Ariel and Bill helped him over to a tent that had EMT in red letters over the door. When they made it inside they found themselves alone. Bill and Ariel quickly went about setting to work on his leg. Bill cleaned the wound with water and then with rubbing alcohol to sanitize it while Ariel found a needle and surgical string.
“All right,” Ariel said. “I know that you are probably already aware of this, but this is really going to hurt.”
“Wait! Wait a second!” Jeff gasped. “Is there anyway you guys could find some kind of pain medicine so that I don't pass out or scream or anything?”
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Both Bill and Ariel looked around the small tent for something they could use to numb the pain but the closest they came was a fifth of vodka that looked like it might have been stowed away by the EMTs to help kill the boredom of long shifts, or maybe to celebrate the end of the fair when it finally wound down.
“You'll have to drink some of this and hope that it kills the pain enough that you don't go into shock or anything. But I really doubt that you go into shock. But it is a possibility that will happen,” Bill said. “So if you start to feel super fucked up and get the shakes then we have something to worry about.”
With that Bill hoisted Jeff's leg up onto a table and got ready to hold it down while Ariel worked.
“Can't I die from shock if it goes untreated?” Jeff said. “Is there anything else we could do besides this? What if we found some super glue and glued the wound shut? I hear that's what they always used to do in the World Wars when someone got split open.”
Bill nodded.
“Yeah, when someone knocked their head open on a doorway or something like that. Not when someone got their leg gashed open like you just did. There is no way that we can't not stitch that up. Hell, I think that if we wanted to do it proper we'd probably need to do some internal stitches as well.”
“I was actually planning on trying to do at least a few,” Ariel said. “I'm pretty sure I can remember how to do them.”
“What the fuck?” Jeff said. “You're pretty sure? And remember to do them from where? Where in the hell were you stitching people up at anyway?”
“I spent summer of Junior year in the peace corps doing stuff like this in Mexico,” Ariel said. “It wasn't as cool as it sounds. Basically I stitched up workers who got hurt in the fields so that their bosses didn't have to send them to the doctor to get worked on.”
With that she sunk the needled into Jeff's leg. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But Jeff gritted his teeth and before he knew it the deed was almost done. It wasn't like he thought it would be. The pain wasn't so intense he saw stars, but than again he'd drank a bunch of the bottle of vodka that had been handed to him.
“So what did you do down there besides stitch up people?” Jeff asked. “Did you meet any hot little Mexican boys?”
The question came off weird considering the situation, but he could tell it especially weirded out the other two because he sounded drunk. He didn't feel that drunk though. It wasn't like he'd had that much to drink, or at least that's what he thought, but when he looked at the bottle he'd been taking pulls from it seemed to be almost all gone.
“Oh, Jeff,” Ariel said. “You know that both of you boys have a special place in my heart.”
Bill nodded and slid his hand up and down Jeff's thigh in an effort to calm him down. What happened was, though, that Jeff started to get aroused. In their haste to help stitch him up they'd stripped him of his pants so that his rock hard dick made a tent of his underwear. Jeff didn't say anything, even though he could see all eyes on his cock. Without further ado he pulled the elastic band down below his balls so that his member swung in the breeze. Jeff was a pretty hung dude and knew it. He could tell that both Bill and Ariel were interested in his cock. At the same time it struck him funny that he never realized until now that he'd been interested in Bill as something more than a friend, and that the feeling was vice versa. Bill reached up and grabbed his cock, fondling it and stroking it rapidly. Jeff loved the feeling of Bill playing with his dick, and it turned him on to know that his long time childhood friend was giving him a hand job. When Jeff turned his head to see what Ariel was doing he found her busy stripping naked.
“Get his dick ready Bill I want to ride it,” was all she managed through heavy breathing.
Bill leaned forward and took Jeff's throbbing hard on in his mouth. Jeff couldn't believe how much it turned him on to see Bill going down on him. It was such a turn on that he suddenly couldn't feel his leg at all. Bill did a good job of sucking Jeff until he was ready to fuck, even playing with his balls. Just when Jeff didn't think he could get any harder Ariel appeared next to him completely naked, her big breasts swaying in front of her.
“God damn you have a nice cock, Jeff,” she said. “Let me ride it.”
And with that she hopped on. Well, maybe hopped isn't the right word. She slowly mounted and began to ride. She had to start slow and easy because Jeff's cock was so big. He didn't know how big because he'd never measured it, but it was easy to see that Ariel was having a hard time taking the little cock she was able to take, much less the whole thing. Every time her hips descended down so that her pussy took his cock she let out a little gasp. Jeff could tell she was really loving it, and it turned him on to see her working up a sweat so quickly. God her pussy felt good, too. Jeff couldn't believe it was all happening so fast as he reached up and squeezed Ariel's tits. They felt so good in his hands. He'd been waiting so long to do that he couldn't even believe he'd just done it, so he did it again just to be sure.
“Oh, Jeff,” Ariel said. “Oh my fucking God your dick is so big. I can't believe how fucking good you feel! Oh my fucking God! I think . . . I think I'm about to have a little orgasm. Just . . .just hang on!”
Ariel grabbed onto him and pushed as much of his big, fat cock as she could up into her pussy as she came. It wasn't that long of an orgasm, and indeed was so short Jeff wondered if it had really been an orgasm at all or just something similar. As she calmed down Jeff felt Bill slide up behind her, and by the way Ariel tensed her body knew that he was busy sliding his cock deep into her asshole. Ariel just moaned and arched her back, trying to give Bill better access to her ass. Jeff was even more turned on than before now, and when Ariel started riding him again, much slower than before, he was sure to kneed and tweak her nipples. It was just amazing how good her body felt. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last as he watched Ariel bounce up and down on his dick. Just when he couldn't hold it any longer he heard Bill say his own thoughts, “I'm going to come!”
Both of the men grabbed hold of Ariel as they unloaded their seed into her. She stated coming again too, this time her whole body shaking as if she was having some kind of many seizure. Jeff continued to kneed her breasts and tweak her nipples. God, it was all so hot, the way she kept rolling her eyes back into her head. He couldn't help himself but rub her clit as his cock pulsed his seed deep into her pussy.
“Fuck yes,” Jeff said. “Oh my fucking God I've waited for this moment for so long. I'm so glad that I got to share it with the both of you. Neither of you know how happy you make me. Oh fuck. I just came so fucking hard inside of you.'
“Same here,” Bill said. “I just filled up your ass baby. What do you think about that?”
They all cleaned up and headed back to the booth. When they go there someone from the circus had taken over. Bill wanted to ask if they were going to get paid for the few hours they'd worked there but Jeff kept him from doing so. They both knew that they weren't going to get paid for the little bit of time they'd spent sharpening the knives, and furthermore, they might get into some real trouble if anyone found out that they'd done it if someone got really hurt. So instead of going back to the booth they group of three friends hobbled over to where Ariel's family was.
“Oh my God,” her mother exclaimed. “I haven't seen either of you boys in quite a long time. What have you both been up to? Oh, goodness! Look at that! I think that Jeff is hurt!”
“It's all right, mom,” Ariel had said. “I stitched him up.”
The banter continued all the way home. The family's new place wasn't far from the old, but was much nicer. When they got back both of Ariel's parents took a look at the job she'd done stitching it up. It turned out her father didn't think too highly of it so he took the initial stitches out and redid them himself.
“There you go, young man,” he said. “Now your leg should heel up all right. Not that I'm an expert on these kinds of injuries, but at the same time it's not like you have some strange disease I've never heard of, you jus
t slashed your leg open is all. Just keep it stable and elevated as much as you can and everything will be fine.”
At this point Jeff could hobble on his own a little bit and he headed down to the basement where Bill and Ariel were playing scrabble. At first they played for points, but soon enough—after Ariel had heard her parents leave for the day—they were playing for clothes. Go figure that with two boys playing Ariel found herself naked very quickly. From what Jeff could tell she didn't mind though, especially with the way she'd thrust her tits out at the men and jiggle them back and forth. When they were out of clothes they started betting sexual favors, which was a very odd thing to bet for a scrabble game but Jeff was all about it. He just hadn't expected Bill to have him suck his cock the next time he won. Now it was Ariel's turn to sit back and watch the boys play. Bill could see her playing with herself out of the corner of his eye as he engulfed Bill's cock with his mouth. There was something so great about taking one of his best friend's cocks into his mouth. When Bill tried to tell him to stop because he was close Jeff didn't listen and grabbed onto Bill's hips and kept sucking his dick, not allowing him to pull away.
“Oh fuck! Oh God! I'm coming!”
Bill unleashed a torrent of come into Jeff's moth that was so large Jeff wasn't sure he'd be able to take it all, but then there Ariel was on her knees beside him, helping him lap the come out of Bill's cock. When they finished they both stood, but Ariel was quickly bent back over. Jeff hadn't gotten a turn fucking Ariel from behind yet so he took the opportunity he had now and got to work fucking her as she braced against the arms of the chair that Bill sat in. Jeff could only imagine how good it must look to Bill, seeing Ariel's tits sway as she got fucked from behind. It was the kind of thing they'd wanted to see their whole life but had always thought impossible. But now it had not only happened once, but twice. They were all playing together and it was great. Maybe these were the manifestations of the feelings and emotions they hadn't been able to express to themselves as children.
“I'm going to come. You're going to make me come! Oh my fucking God don't stop! Please don't stop! It feels so good! You have no idea how good it feels!”
