by Jade West
I turned my head to meet his eyes. “No,” I said. “No rubber. I want you. Just you.”
He breathed against my ear. “Fuck,” he said. I heard him tug the johnny away. Felt the heat of his dick against my ass. Just him.
“Now!” I said. “Oh God, Darren, fuck me!”
It was such a beautiful pain. It burned like white heat. A couple of short brutal thrusts and my ass let him in, just like it used to do. He groaned in my ear, a guttural noise that sounded like a primitive battle cry.
That’s what it felt like.
A war and a baptism all at once.
Jesus, how he fucked me.
Jesus, how I wanted it.
I was barely aware of the clothes being gathered from the floor. Barely aware of the guys making their way out of the room.
I didn’t care. Not about any of it.
Darren took me so hard my eyes watered. It felt good enough that I screamed.
“Don’t stop!” I hissed. “Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop, Darren!”
We were young again. Crazy again. Dirty again.
We were everything.
“I’m not gonna stop,” he barked. “…All fucking night, Jodie. I’m gonna fuck you til you beg me to fucking stop.”
He twisted my face until he could look me in the eye.
I smiled. Oh how I fucking smiled. “All night,” I whispered.
“Until you fucking beg,” he said and pushed his cock in to the hilt.
I opened my front door tentatively, ears pricked for signs of life.
All quiet.
I breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed inside. The sun wasn’t up yet, but the dog walkers were. Three villagers to greet with smiles and good mornings as I made the walk of shame back from Trent’s. Insisting I make my own way home had been a good call. That gossip would have been across the village faster than I was.
The light was bright enough to make out Tonya in her full snoring glory. She was star-fishing in my bed, mouth open wide, an empty wine glass on the bedside table. It made me smile.
Everything made me smile this morning.
I threw off my clothes and pulled my comfy old PJs on, then slipped into bed beside her. I lay awake with a grin on my face, staring up at the ceiling, my stomach still fluttering. Sore. I was sore.
Good sore, though. Really good sore.
Tonya rolled over with a grunt, and her arm flopped onto mine. She pulled it back instinctively, and her eyes blinked open. Once, twice, three times before she looked at me with a squint.
“Fuck, Jo. What time is it?”
“Early,” I said, then giggled. “Or late. Depends which way you want to look at it.”
She propped herself up on an elbow. “Come on, then,” she said. “I’m all ears. Was it everything Mandy Taylor cracked it up to be?”
I sighed. Grinned. Giggled. Covered my face with my hand.
Tonya giggled right back. “I think that answers my question.”
“To quote Mandy big-mouth Taylor, it was absolutely. Fucking. Amazing.”
“Shit,” she said. “My God, Jodie Symmonds, you just had the Bang Gang special. For real.”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes I did.”
“Was Buck as big as they say he is?”
My tits prickled at the memory. His thick cock in my hand, the length of him thumping the back of my throat. “Oh yes.”
“And Jimmy O? Was he as dirty as they say?”
I shook my head. “Not that I saw, but I didn’t see that much.”
She pulled a face. “No?”
“Darren,” I said. “I think I got the pre-watershed version of the Bang Gang special.” I laughed. “I mean, comparatively. I got fucked plenty good enough, just I think…”
“You think what?”
I shrugged. “I think they were holding back.”
“Because of Trent?”
“Oh hell, Tonya, I don’t know.” I smiled again. “I’m not moaning. It was brilliant.”
“You think he put the brakes on?”
“Maybe I’m reading too much into it. I probably am.”
“I doubt that somehow.”
I rolled over with a grimace, looked her in the eye. “I spent the night with him. The others were long gone.”
She laughed. “You say that like I should be surprised.”
I groaned. “This is playing with fire. I mean, the girls… me…”
“Anything to do with Darren Trent is playing with fire. The guy’s explosive.”
“Hot-headed.”
“Pig-headed.”
I smiled. “Short-tempered. Blunt.”
“And you’re totally in love with him.”
My eyes flew wide. “What?”
She shook her head. “Jesus Christ, Jodie. How long have I known you? You can try this denial crap with yourself all you want, but it isn’t gonna wash with me.”
“That’s not what this is,” I said, but my tummy was tickling. “Not for me, and certainly not for him. He fucks for money, Tonya. This was a job.”
“You’re delusional.”
“No,” I said. “I’m not. This thing is… was… sex. Just sex.”
“Just sex?”
“Just sex.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.” I grinned all over again. “Good sex. Great sex. Amazing, mind-blowing, crazy, dirty sex.”
I grabbed her hands under the covers, squeezed hard, and we were teenagers again, sleeping over and drinking too much wine.
“So, when are you booking back in?” she asked. “Don’t even try and pretend it was a one-off.”
My heart was pounding at the thought. I had thought about it, too. Couldn’t keep my mind off it all the way home.
“I can’t,” I said. “I can’t blow Pop’s money on getting laid, no matter how incredible it was.”
“Like hell you can’t.”
“No,” I said. “I can’t. I just can’t. I’m four hundred down and an experience of a lifetime up. It’s done, that’s me out.”
“And Trent? What about Trent?”
I shrugged. “I guess that’s done, too. Why wouldn’t it be?” I heard footsteps on the landing, the familiar sound of a half-asleep Ruby clomping her way down the stairs. The TV sounded up through the floor.
“I can get up with the girls,” Tonya said. “You get yourself some sleep.”
I shook my head. “You’ve done enough. Time to put my mum hat back on and get with the schedule.” I slipped my legs out of the covers, hissed out breath as I got to my feet. “There’ll be more milk on the kitchen floor than there will be on her cereals if I don’t get my ass downstairs.”
Tonya sat up in bed, stretched her arms with a groan. “Fuck cereals,” she said. “Let’s go get a proper breakfast, you can sit on the other side of the counter for once.”
The rumble in my stomach answered for me.
Lorraine took our order with a smile. Four full English breakfasts coming up.
“How come Mia gets a grown-up breakfast?” Ruby moaned.
“Because Mia’s a lot bigger than you are, even if her mouth is smaller.” I ruffled her hair.
“A young woman now,” Tonya said. “Practically a teenager.”
Mia smiled an Autumn Berry smile. A full face of makeup courtesy of my new cosmetics stash and Tonya’s makeover skills. She looked so much older with a bit of eyeshadow, my little girl growing up so fast. A felt a pang of sadness. It only seemed five minutes ago she was a little tot starting primary school.
“Why didn’t Nanna come?” Ruby said. I took the salt shaker from her fiddling fingers before she tipped it everywhere.
“Because Nanna says fried food gives her wind.”
Ruby pulled a face. “Nanna’s farts stink like eggs.”
“Your farts stink like eggs,” Mia said. “Rotten ones.”
“Do not!”
“They so do.”
“I don’t even fart!” Ruby protested.
“You’re always farting! Stinky bum! Nanna’s bum’s got nothing on yours!”
“Shut your face, Mia-stink-a-lot!”
Mia’s expression changed in a heartbeat, her smile shrivelling to nothing. Her shoulders slumped, her eyes down. I felt it right in the pit of my stomach.
“Ruby!” I snapped. “That’s enough. Apologise to your sister.”
“Sorry,” Ruby mumbled. “It’s true, though! They do call her Mia-stink-a-lot!”
“And they are stupid little twerps who should know better, Ruby. You should know better.”
“Sorry,” she said again, and this time she meant it.
Mia shrugged but didn’t smile. I could feel her sadness in my heart.
“Mia…” I began, but the first of the plates arrived. I grabbed a knife and fork, cut up Ruby’s sausage before she sent bits flying in all directions.
Tonya put a hand on Mia’s shoulder. “Don’t listen to idiots, Mia. There are plenty of them around. You’re beautiful, and you smell lovely.” She dipped her bread in her egg.
“It’s Tyler Dean and his stupid friends,” Mia said. “He’s a moron.”
“I think Tyler Dean should watch his mouth,” Tonya said. “He’ll regret ever opening it if your dad finds out.”
Mia’s eyes widened for just a moment. She spooned up some baked beans and didn’t say another word.
Ruby was grinning as she speared a piece of sausage. “Dad would punch Tyler Dean right in his stupid mouth! Pow, pow, pow!”
“Your father won’t be punching anyone in the mouth,” I said. I shot Tonya a look.
She took my cue. “Oh no,” she said. “Your dad isn’t gonna be punching anyone, Ruby.”
Ruby actually looked disappointed. I worry about her sometimes.
“I wish he would,” Mia said, and it was so out of character I dropped my cutlery. She caught my expression and tried to laugh off her comment, but it was too late. So much for the it’s no big deal, Mum line she’d been giving me for weeks.
I opted to let it slide until we were back at home. I met Tonya’s eyes and she read my intention, made a couple of yum noises and said how good the bacon was.
Lorraine delivered another rack of toast. She looked me over with a smile.
“You look tired. Late night?”
Tonya answered for me. “We went out,” she said. “Girls’ night. Late. Just for a couple.”
Lorraine let out an exaggerated groan. “Girls’ night?! And where was my invite? I haven’t been out for ages.”
I felt like such a fraud. A dirty stop out. “It was only a last minute thing,” I said. “Nothing major.”
“Some other time,” Lorraine said. “Don’t go having all the fun without me!”
I saw Tonya’s eyes light up. “Next weekend!” she said. “Let’s hit the town, all three of us.”
I tried to protest but Lorraine was straight on it. “That works for me,” she said.
“Jodie?” Tonya asked. “Come on! It’ll be fun. Trent’s having the girls, no?”
Well, he was… but…
“It’ll be fun!” Lorraine said. “Nothing like a few drinks and bit of dancing to let your hair down.”
They both stared at me, smiles too big to ignore.
“Alright,” I said. “I’ll drive, though.”
“Oh no you won’t!” Tonya said. “We’ll get a taxi, do it properly.”
“A taxi,” Lorraine said. “Definitely! You have to drink with us, Jodie.”
I sighed, smiled back at them. I hadn’t hit the town in years, couldn’t even imagine it. Then again, I wouldn’t have imagined myself paying for a five-man gangbang a few weeks back, either. “Alright. You’ve twisted my arm.”
“We’re on!” Lorraine said. “Saturday night, dress to impress.”
At least these days I had something vaguely impressive to dress in. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
The village was busy when we piled out of the cafe. Tonya lit up a cigarette and I rubbed my bloated tummy, and together we stood at the roadside contemplating our next move.
Mia stepped away from us as a Skype call came in from Daisy, and Ruby was a few metres away checking out a posh silver Audi parked next to the kerb. Neither were in earshot. Not if we were quiet.
“You gonna tell him?” Tonya said. “About this Mia stuff?”
I’d been waiting for it. “No,” I said. “The last thing we need is Darren blowing a fuse and going after some high school kid.”
“Tyler Dean’s hardly a kid, Jo. He turned sixteen a few weeks back, saw the announcement in the paper. His mum’s the redhead from Abbey Dore tearooms. You know the one I mean. Annoying laugh.” She gave an impression.
“Vaguely.”
“His dad lives over your way, Elmcroft. The house on the corner. Only has the lad at weekends.”
“You seem to know enough about them.”
She smiled. “You’re not the only one with the village A to Z committed to memory. I do work in the chippy, you know.” Tonya shrugged. “You should tell Trent. Might put an end to it. Kid’s upset, you can see it.”
I felt guilty. I should have seen it, should have seen through all Mia’s bravado. “I’ll go to the school,” I said. “Sort it out with the teachers. They’ll know what to do.”
“They’ll probably give him some counselling, ask him nicely not to be such a naughty boy.”
“They’ll have policies, procedures,” I insisted. “They’ll know what they’re doing, they probably deal with this kind of shit all the time.”
Tonya wasn’t convinced. “He’s a local lad with local parents, doesn’t need the school to sort this crap out, Jo. Trent would sort it in five minutes flat. You know he would.”
“Yes,” I snapped. “And how, exactly? By kicking off? Giving the kid a slap? Mouthing off in front of the whole village?” I lowered my voice. “I’ve dealt with enough Darren Trent gossip these past few weeks without another fresh load on top. I could do without it. So could the girls.”
She held up her hands. “Fair enough. It was just a thought.”
“I know,” I said. “Thanks. I appreciate the concern, I just…”
“It’s alright,” she said. “Handle it your way. I’m sure the school will sort it.”
I hoped so. The idea of more drama filled me with dread.
“A bit of peace would be nice,” I laughed. “Just a bit. A quiet life for a while.”
But there was no chance of that.
I heard a gruff voice barking out some choice words about a rotten little vandal. I turned on instinct, and sure enough the vandal was my freckle-faced daughter. She was facing up to the owner of the Audi – a skinny old posh guy in a suit. I didn’t know him.
I groaned and dashed over with Tonya behind me, grabbing Ruby by the arm before she could antagonise him any further.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “What’s going on?”
He was flummoxed, exasperated. Pissed off. “Your daughter kicked my car!” he snapped. “It’s disgraceful! You should keep her under control! Do you have any idea how much this car’s worth?!”
I looked at my out of control daughter. “Did you kick this man’s car, Ruby?”
“No!” she said. “I kicked his tyres!” She stared up at him with defiant eyes, then pointed to the back wheels. “Those tyres are balder than you are, mate.”
Oh Lord.
At least she didn’t use the C word.
I looked at him in horror, at his wispy excuse for a comb over. His eyes were piggy and too small for his face, and it really didn’t look like he was seeing the humour in it.
“I’m sorry,” I said again. “Her dad’s a mechanic. She likes to help.”
“By kicking people’s cars?” the man snapped. “Maybe her dad should teach her some manners then, ignorant little hooligan. No respect. No respect at all.”
I saw Tonya’s eyes widen, saw her stare behind me with an expression of horror.
“I’m
her fucking dad,” Trent’s voice barked. “What’s going on here?”
Oh no.
I turned on my heel, all ready to play pacifier. No big deal, just a misunderstanding. But Audi-man answered before I could.
“Your daughter kicked my car,” he snapped. “This is an expensive car, as you should well know, I don’t need hooligans kicking it.”
Tonya made an exit and I can’t say I blamed her. She headed over to Mia who was still yapping on to Daisy on Skype.
Trent opened a fresh pack of cigarettes. He stuck another in his pocket. Shop run. Of course.
Godawful timing.
He looked at me, then looked at Ruby.
“What’s going on, Rubes?”
“His tyres are bald,” she said. “Tried to warn him. Guess he got butt-hurt.” I heard her pathetic excuse for a whisper. “I didn’t say any garage words, Dad, I promise.”
Garage words. Brilliant. Just brilliant.
He ruffled her hair, then lit up a cigarette while Audi-man gawped. My stomach dropped as Trent took a step back onto the road, eyed up the car’s back tyres.
And then he kicked them.
“Those tyres are balder than you are, mate,” he said. I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so horrified. “She’s done you a favour. Got wire showing on the rear driver’s. It’s fucked.”
Ruby folded her arms, gave the man a smug nod. “Told you,” she said. “Balder than you are.”
I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.
Audi-man didn’t even look at his tyres. “Your daughter shouldn’t go around kicking cars,” he said.
“You shouldn’t be driving on those tyres,” Trent said.
“Stay away from my car,” the man said.
“Stay away from my fucking daughter,” Trent said. “Raise your voice to her again and it’s not going to end well.”
The man sneered. “No wonder she has no manners.”
I put a hand on Trent’s arm. Please stay calm.
“I think you should get in your fancy fucking car and drive away,” he said.
“I was planning on it,” Audi-man said. “I should never have parked up in this backwater shithole. Full of halfwits.”
“Roll on, mate,” Trent said.
Audi-man bleeped his central locking, slipped into the driver’s seat. I took a deep breath as he drove away.
