Carl held the door, and welcomed me home. I ignored the desire to correct him. This wasn’t home, not anymore, and truthfully it never was. As the elevator took me back to my floor, I wondered if Keena had taken my demand seriously. Or would I find her camped out in the middle of the couch, engrossed in someone else’s issues?
Glass still littered the floor where I had shattered the television. Various items of discarded trash confirmed that Keena had indeed moved out. She had left behind a tornado effect of old bills, and dirty clothes. But, she was most definitely gone. Glancing down at one of the discarded pages, I noticed her cell phone bill looked to be overdue. I smiled to myself, it was her issue now. While I waited for my flight to board, I had called all my credit cards, and canceled the ones issued to her. She was on her own, and now someone else’s problem.
Scott sent me a message we would be meeting around nine at a club he went to last weekend. Olivia phoned with a potential buyer for my condo. They wanted to see it before it went for sale to the public. She explained the couple had been looking for something in my building for months now, but we’re always getting outbid at the last moment. Six bags of trash and four boxes of dirty clothes later, I sat on the edge of my bed. I was taking great pleasure in deleting every single episode Keena had recorded on my DVR.
Pieces of Ice, the current hot spot on the Upper East Side. Blue lights glowed up the side of the brick building, which had once been a meat packing plant. Most clubs in the city didn’t get interesting until well after midnight, so the line was non-existent when I pulled up. One entire wall of the open room served as the bar, with high polished countertops. The lights from the dance floor sparkled like stars around the room. Scott waved me over to the far corner of the bar. He already had a drink and a beautiful woman, who was not his wife, beside him.
“Hey, man. Didn’t think you would really make it.” He greeted me, as he stood, slapping me on my back. The blonde beside him flashed me what was probably intended to be a flirty smile, though it missed its intended target by a mile. She looked far too much like Keena, not a place I wanted to revisit.
“Nah, I told you I was comin’.”
The blonde began to giggle, pointing her bright red fingernail in my direction. “You’re from the country.” Her eyes grew wide, as she scooted closer. I hated when people tried to imitate southern accents. Especially when they had never stepped foot out of the north. They tended to sound ridiculous.
“Say that again, I just love a country accent.” She purred, as she tried to touch my arm. Ignoring her request, I flagged down one of the waitresses, and ordered a beer. As I took a look around, I noticed a table full of women, all huddled together, as if they were planning to take over the world. Every once in awhile, one of them would poke her head up, take a look around the room, hone in on something or someone in particular, and then point it out to the rest.
When I was in high school, Granddaddy used to say, “Beauty only gets your attention, personality wins the heart.” Chase had been pining over this girl, Vanessa. She was as pretty as a sunrise, but her heart was as cold as midnight. Her best friend, Gretchen, was sweet on Chase, but he didn’t return the gesture. When the Sadie Hawkins dance came around, Chase assumed Vanessa would ask him. But, when Gretchen came round instead, he was upset. When Momma found out he was rude to a southern young lady, she made him walk over to her house, and apologize. Chase ended up going to the dance with Gretchen, and they dated for nearly two months. They broke up, not because Chase lost interest, but because she had to move away with her family. Where Vanessa was pretty to look at, she didn’t have a lick of sense in her whole body. Gretchen on the other hand, loved to fish, and play the guitar, all the same things Chase enjoyed.
Looking at those girls, I could see the prettiest of the bunch, another blonde with big tits. I know I’m assuming she has titled herself as being the pretty one of the group, surrounding herself with her friends of lesser allure. She’s convinced herself she comes out with them as a favor, getting them as many free drinks as she can. She’s the type of girl Dylan would seek out, enjoy for a few hours, and then move on. I don’t want the hassle of feeding her ego, pumping her friends with copious amounts of alcohol and empty compliments, so I’ve already written her off. There are two brunettes on either side of her. One who looks like she would rather be anywhere else, and the second looks like she was waiting for the floor to cave in.
Seated on the opposite side of the blonde was a raven haired girl. Where the other women have fruity beverages before them, she has the same brand of beer in her hand as I do. There’s just something sexy about a girl who can drink a beer, and enjoy it. Perhaps sitting on the tailgate of a pickup, watching the stars fill the sky, and catching fireflies in an old mayonnaise jar. Not worried if her hair’s a mess, or her shoes get covered in mud. Just happy being able to relax, and enjoy the simple life.
“Scott, I’ll catch you later, man.”
Getting a girl has never been an issue for me. Ms. Georgia was right when she said we were all just as cute as a toe sack full of puppies. Nana had warned us never to use our God given good looks to hurt young girls. I had no plans on hurting anybody, but I sure as hell planned on feeling pretty good in a few minutes.
With a cocky smile in place, I skirted around several tables, as I approached the ladies. Clearing my throat, I lightly placed my hand on the shoulder of the young lady I was interested in.
“Pardon me, Miss,” I greeted. Using every ounce of baritone I had, something Keena said made her pussy wet. “Care to dance?” I locked eyes with her, and held out my free hand. The gasps of her friends could be heard over the music blaring from the speakers. I knew I could get any one of the girls at this table, but I wanted the one who didn’t come here to get noticed. If I had to guess, I’d say she had turned down her friends offer to come out so many times, she couldn’t formulate another plausible excuse. Dylan would have labeled her the wingman of the group, choosing the short straw, so her friends could get the guy they wanted.
She nodded, visibly stunned a man like me had asked her to dance. While I had no plans of making her a single promise, I would give her the opportunity to say no. Wrapping myself around her from behind, I tucked my leg between hers, and pulled her back against my chest. Boldly moving her hair away from her neck, I took the shell of her ear between my teeth. I had no time for bullshit, I wanted to fuck her, and get the memory of Keena out of my system.
“Wanna get out of here?” I whispered into her ear, turning her around to face me. Admittedly, I was using my looks to get her naked, but she still had a choice.
Nodding, she pulled me from the dance floor. “I have a room three blocks away.” Waving goodbye to her friends, she never slowed, as we headed for the entry door.
Vivian was a twenty three year old visiting New York for her girlfriend’s bachelorette party. She had recently found her boyfriend of three years with her cousin, in their bed. She didn’t want to exchange last names or any other information, she had only one request. “Fuck me, hard.”
Vivian, or Vi as she allowed me to call her, let me know up front that this was just sex. She wanted to forget the hurt her ex had caused, if only for a while.
“I got you, baby.” I managed, as I slipped off her black silky top, revealing a matching lacy bra. She had decent sized tits, just a little less than a handful, but I wasn’t going to be using them for long. Her nipples larger than I’ve seen, but again not mine to keep.
Sliding her pants off, her panties went along for the ride. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, Vi’s legs spread with her glistening center on display. Keena very rarely let me eat her pussy. So, I raised Vi’s knees to place them on my shoulders, took one last look at her, winked, and dove in.
“Wait!” She shouted, grabbing a handful of my hair in the process. “Are you sure you want your mouth there?” Her eyes were wide, as I leaned back.
“Let me guess, your old beau wouldn’t go down on you?” Vi shook her head vio
lently from side to side, her eyes still wide with surprise. Laughing, I grabbed her thighs harder, causing her to lose her balance, and fall back onto the mattress. “You better hold on tight then.”
I’ll never forget the first time I did this. We had just begun working on Chase’s motorcycle, and the conversation had turned to pleasing women. Daddy and Granddaddy were debating the best way to win a woman’s heart. After going back and forth with diamonds and trips, they looked at one another, and began laughing. “Eating her pussy!” They’d said in unison. Later that night, I had a date with Marcy Reece, my girlfriend at the time. Just as Vi was panting like a marathon runner, Marcy called on every deity she knew.
Sliding my fingers into her channel, her hips shot off the mattress, as I felt her walls contract around my digits. Holding her pelvis down, I made sure her orgasm was finished, before I kissed my way back up her body.
Vi let me get as far as her hipbone before jumping to her knees, and pulling at my belt and pants, until my hard cock sprang free. She may have never had a guy go down on her, but the girl had serious oral skills. Leaning back, I watched her lips circle the head of my cock, her right palm covering the top of my pelvis, while her thumb and fingertips found the side of my balls. Where most girls moaned as they sucked, Vi would lock eyes with me, and reached around to play with her clit.
Adding her other hand, slick with her wetness, to cover where her lips left off. Vi was no porn star, her movements were deliberate, calculated. She monitored my reactions, as the cue for her next move. Her rhythm was perfect, no teeth or gagging, not sucking too hard, or popping her lips. Once she had my cock all wet, she removed both hands, and slid my entire shaft into her mouth. Her eyes never leaving mine.
She is enjoying making me feel the warmth of her mouth, sending me to the brink, only to bring me back just as quick. Her legs are twisting. Her pelvis seeking friction that her fingers weren’t delivering. She wanted my cock, and I wanted to give it to her. Vi pulls away, the loss of her warmth isn’t welcomed, and I want to see how warm her pussy is. Could it compete with her mouth? She climbed her way to my hips, sliding my dick inside her. Not a word was said, as she closed her eyes, and rocked her body, as she rode me hard. I’m all about letting her have her fill. But, the combination of her tits bouncing, and how much her face told me she was enjoying this, left me needing to get mine as well. Flipping her over, I looked deep into her eyes and, with a smirk, slid back into her. “I recall you asking me to fuck you hard.”
For an hour and a half, I turned her world around. Placing her in positions which left her gasping. At one point, she turned and knelt on all fours, silently asking me to take her from behind. When I left her with a sheet covering half of her body, I kissed her temple, and wished her sweet dreams. The sun was coming up, and my body was sated, yet exhausted, with Keena a distant memory.
Sunday, Scott phoned to see if I wanted to catch a game at the pub near his house. With Olivia bringing the possible buyers by in a few hours, I figured why not. Walking into the bar, I felt a few eyes on me. Sitting at the bar however, was a girl who lived in my building. Melanie Porter lived two floors below me. We had flirted casually, but we were both with other people. I didn’t see Scott, so I headed to the empty seat beside her.
“Hey, Austin.” Her flirting had increased. No doubt the word of Keena and I breaking up, had made the gossips around the building.
“Hey, Mel, what are you doing all the way over here?”
Her smile increased, as she picked up her drink, “Waiting for you.”
I’ll never look down my nose at Dylan again. Taking a girl, bending her over a bathroom sink, and fucking the shit out of her was a thrill. Worried someone is going to walk in and catch you, yet enjoying every thrust you drive into her. Knowing she won’t be asking for anything come morning, even better.
Olivia called not two seconds after I left the bathroom. Her clients were serious about buying my condo, giving me a cash offer of seventy-five thousand over asking. Her news made my night, even better than the hot sex I’d just had. I wanted to share the good news, let my granddaddy know I was coming home. Hovering my thumb over his speed dial, I choked when I remembered; he would never pick up the other line.
“Austin, is there anything we can offer to help you change your mind?”
Not even an hour after I’d sent out my official notice, I had received at least a dozen phone calls. Each offering their own brand of curiosity, trying to find out why I was really leaving, and reminding me of the non-compete clause I signed years ago. This current douche was the company’s new CEO, a real piece of work from what I understand. He only got his job because he was fucking old man Lighthouse’s wife. He must have heard about the project we’ve been working on, maybe did a little research on his own.
“No, Mr. Frasier, I have my reasons, and I will be leaving at the end of the month.” He returned with the same bullshit as the others, just using fancier words since they came from so high up. I wouldn’t miss this, not one fucking bit.
My team had mentioned taking me to lunch for my farewell party. I tried to discourage them, but they wouldn’t budge. Scott had chosen a decent restaurant with a loft style private area. He knew the guy who ran it, and got a deal on the food. Taking that call from Frasier had me running behind. Locking my computer and grabbing my jacket, I was nearly at the elevator when I heard a commotion.
Standing by the receptionist desk was Keena, who looked madder than a wet hen. Her hair was pulled back in what looked like an old bandana, her face absent of makeup, and her clothes looked like she had pulled them out of a cold dryer.
Her eyes grew huge when she noticed me. She raised her hand, with her index finger pointed at me like a magic wand, hexing me with a magic spell. “Austin Morgan.” The last thing I wanted was to have my last day filled with drama. But with the tone of her voice, and the way she looked, I didn’t see a way around it.
“Why did you cancel my credit card?”
“Excuse me?” I muttered, surely I didn’t hear her correctly.
“I went to the salon to get my eyebrows waxed, and the stupid card wouldn’t work. The lady said the card had been canceled.”
Granddaddy taught us to take care of our girls, but Keena was no longer mine, and it was high time she figured that out. “Well, that’s because I canceled it.” I shrugged into my jacket, keeping my voice monotone.
“But you gave me that card to buy stuff I wanted.” She really believed she could use my money after the shit she pulled. “And what did you do to all my shows? I tried to watch them, and the list was blank.”
“Keena, I canceled the cards when you decided to jump into bed with our neighbor. I deleted all of your shit from my DVR, since you don’t live with me anymore.”
“But those were my shows, and I wanted to watch them.” She was more upset I had deleted her recordings, than my taking away her ability to pay for anything; this woman had some serious issues.
“Then record them on your new boyfriend’s equipment, and have him give you a credit card for your eyebrows.”
Keena stomped her foot, like a petulant child throwing a fit. “I hate you, Austin.”
“Feeling is mutual, sweetheart.” I fired back, as I pressed the down arrow for the elevator.
“I faked it, every orgasm I ever had with you, I faked.”
Her words were full of venom, but she didn’t grow up with two brothers who sharpened their tongues daily. “Well, your blow jobs were as bad as your acting skills. You might want to have that acting coach of a boyfriend teach you a thing or two.” She mumbled something, but the elevator door had already closed.
“Ladies and gentleman, welcome aboard flight 3209 to Charleston, South Carolina. Our flight time is…”
Looking out the window of my first class seat was like the beginning of my own personal celebration of the new chapter in my life. I watched as the ground workers scurried around with their tasks, loading the massive airplane with luggage and food.<
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“Excuse me, Sir, may I offer you a glass of champagne?” The pretty flight attendant stood with a white towel wrapped around a bottle of champagne, bubbles finding their way to the surface. I scanned her body quickly, as the thought of a quick minute with her in the bathroom crossed my mind.
“Absolutely,” I smiled in return. She sat a glass down on the table, as another beautiful woman sat in the empty seat beside me.
“Make that two.” The out of breath woman instructed.
I gave her an appreciative grin, she was even prettier than the flight attendant. As the drinks were poured, the woman beside me introduced herself. I didn’t pay attention to her name, it wouldn’t matter anyway. After the flight attendant moved on to the next guest, the woman raised her glass to me.
“A toast,” she smiled. I noticed a large wedding ring on her finger.
Raising my own glass, I clinked the edge to hers. “To burning bridges, the ones your enemy needed in order to cross.”
It’s better to keep your mouth shut and give the impression that you’re stupid than to open it and remove all doubt.
- Rami Belson
Leaving San Diego was bitter sweet. I enjoyed being with my sister, shopping, staying up late, and acting like the teenagers we never had the opportunity to enjoy being. While we sat in the hotel bar last night, she’d shared with me her application to one of the community colleges in Charleston. She was worried about the money they asked for to process her application, but I assured her I could afford to take care of her for a while. I bought her ticket from Arizona to Charleston, and gave her a little cash in case George turned ugly on her, and tossed her out like she feared.
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