Inside the room was small. A few computers lined one of the walls with a desk in the middle and a small couch on the other side. At one of the computers, sitting in the dark, was a portly guy in his early thirties with a shaved head. When we barged into the room he stood up abruptly, knocking over a chair as Preppy set me down but didn’t let me get too far, he held me close to his side. “Get out,” Preppy instructed the man.
“Hey! Hey you guys can’t be in here,” he said, pulling up his dress slacks which were already well above his bellybutton and fumbling to close his zipper.
“Get out now or before the pastor finds out that his assistant pastor was in here looking at porn during church hours,” Preppy warned, nodding to where a naked busty blonde was laying spread eagle on the screen of the computer the man had just been sitting at.
“Preppy? Is that you?” the man said, adjusting his glasses and taking a step closer. “You know, I’d heard that you were back but I didn’t…”
“Out now. We’ll catch up later,” Preppy asked with a certain amount of pleading in his demand.
“Oh yeah, of course, man,” he said, gathering up some papers from the desk. He tossed Preppy set of keys on his way out the door. “Lock up and put the key in the donation bin outside the door. Good to see you Preppy,” he called back, sounding both cheerful and just a little bit afraid as the door clicked shut.
Preppy checked to make sure the door was shut but there was no lock to turn which explains why the assistant pastor hadn’t locked it either.
Preppy wasted no time bringing my mouth back to his. He reached under my dress and pulled down my panties which I stepped out of. He backed me deeper into the room as I fumbled for his belt, grabbing him in my hand I gave his hot flesh a squeeze and his head fell back against the wall. His eyes closed. I squeezed again and he pushed my hand away, letting his pants drop to the floor. I went down to my knees, wanting to taste what was dripping down the tip of his glorious cock when he grabbed me by the elbows and kept me upright. “I want your mouth, Doc. I want all of you. But it’s been too fucking long and I just need to be inside of you. Right fucking now.”
“I just wanted to taste you,” I admitted, biting my bottom lip.
“Agh, don’t say shit like that. I want to last more than a fucking minute,” he said, pulling me against him and kissing me until we were both groaning and writhing against one another. His fingers found my wetness and parted my folds, first one, then another finger slowly entered me and it felt like as if I were going to combust. Heat, pleasure, sparks, and so much more pinged around in my body, turning every pleasure sense I had on high alert. I was alive with anticipation. A need arose inside me so fierce Preppy had me begging with each stroke of his talented fingers.
“Preppy,” I whimpered, needing more.
Hearing the desperation in my voice and feeling it in my humming body he picked me up and pushed me against the arm of the couch, he pushed open my thighs, fisted his cock and lined himself up with my opening he pushed inside, just a half an inch and then he paused. I looked up to find him staring at me. “I can’t believe this is really happening. It’s you,” he said, repeating the words from the first time we saw each other again.
“It’s me,” I breathed, holding onto the sides of his face as he thrust the rest of the way inside of me. I cried out, not knowing who was around and not caring who heard. The fullness was shredding me open on the inside in the most delicious way. Pain only led to pleasure, especially when Preppy spoke, his words fanning the flames of the fire that was already burning volcano hot. “Fuck, Doc. You’re so fucking tight. Holy shit. Your fucking pussy is so tight it almost hurts. How is this possible…ahhhhh,” he cried out, closing his eyes tight. “You feel so fucking good. Better than I remember. Fucking perfect.”
“No one, since you,” I admitted, the pleasure and emotions crashing into me so hard tears again dripped from the corners of my eyes as I struggled to maintain a hold on it all.
His eyes shot open and met mine. He smiled, reached down, and lifted my dress up above my breasts and leaned over me, pushing me back further onto the couch, bringing my knees up against his chest as he gave me every inch of his big cock, pushing inside of me in long hard strokes. The way he pulled out brushed my tender bundle of nerves just inside my pussy and sent sparks up my spine.
Over and over again the sparks ignited until my entire body was on fire, an inferno of need ready to combust. Preppy picked up his speed. “You’re so fucking close. I feel it. Kiss me. Kiss me when you fucking come.”
Our lips met and I closed my eyes on instinct, lost in sensation. “Open your eyes,” he demanded. “Kiss me and look at me when you come. I want you to see me,” he said. Three more thrusts, I lifted up my hips as much as I could in my position to take as much of him as I could. With my eyes open and my lips on his, the fire burned out of control, shooting down my spine, my entire body contracted and spasmed in one endless burst of pleasure that had me screaming into Preppy’s mouth. I was still riding my orgasm by writhing on his cock when he stilled and our lips separated as he growled through his own release, hot streams spilled inside of me, his cock pulsing for what seemed like minutes. Even after he pulled himself from me a minute later spurts of white were still dripping from the tip, falling onto my clit.
“Holy fucking shit,” Preppy said, trying to catch his breath.
I laid there, at an awkward angle on the side of the couch, staring at a cross painted on the low ceiling of the office. My limbs weak as I tried to remember how to breathe or even sit up.
Or even my own fucking name.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I mean, it was okay.”
Preppy chuckled and fell on top of me, clutching my face in his hands. “Hey, Doc?” he asked, searching my eyes. His laugh quieted and his smile fell.
My stomach flipped. “Yeah?”
“This time…I’m gonna keep you.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I said. Although it didn’t matter anymore. I couldn’t scrub those words from my brain if I’d tried. They were inside me. As much a part of me as Preppy himself.
He looked into my eyes and stroked my cheek. “I’ll rephrase.” His face turned serious. “I’m gonna try my fucking hardest to keep you.”
19
PREPPY
We were in bed when I turned to Doc. Her hair was a mess, sticking out a million ways from her head. Her red lipstick was smeared all over her cheeks.
She was fucking gorgeous. I pulled her leg so her thigh was resting over mine.
“What did you do before, you know, to de-stress? For fun?” Doc asked, twirling a shiny lock of her hair between her fingers. Of course the first thing that came to my mind was fucking, although fucking anyone other than her was more like a chore. A struggle in trying not to hurt anyone while trying to take some sort of pleasure out of the situation. Until Dre, I’d failed at it. I’d failed a LOT. Still, I must have had that dirty look in my eye. “Other than that,” she said, nudging my shoulder. “What’s something you haven’t done in a while? Something we can do together? Right now.”
A smile crept onto my face and I smiled at my girl like a fool as one thing came to mind that always made me feel better once I’d done it. “There is ONE thing…” My smile grew even bigger. “Tell me, Doc.” I leaned in close, “How do you feel about misdemeanors?”
“They have their uses.”
“Come on. I’ll show you how much fun those uses can be.”
Twenty minutes later we were standing in front of the Stop-n-shop in the shadows where the one overhead light in the parking light couldn’t reach. We had a full view of the heavily pimpled man-child working the counter, but there was no way he could see us.
“On the count of three,” I said. “One…”
“Wait, why are we doing this again?” Dre asked with a giggle that made my balls tighten.
“Because revenge is sweet and bullying is wrong, don’t you read the papers? These people need to be taught a lesso
n for future generations.”
“He bullied you?” she asked, sounding as if he’d also kicked her puppy.
“Yep, used to kick my ass all the time in grade school. You know, I won though, but it was still super annoying.”
“That fucker!”
“Exactly. So are we doing this or what, Doc? If you’re in, pick up that pretty skirt and grab your balls. So, are you in? Or are you out?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Oh, I’m in alright.” Dre raised her arm in launch position and tipped her chin to me. “Ready!”
I started the countdown. “One…Two…Three!” On three we both threw as hard as we could, not stopping until the two dozen eggs in the carton were all gone and smashed against the window. “It’s fucking beautiful,” Dre said, admiring the smears and drips of liquid yolk sliding down the glass, the lights from inside the store gave what we did a backlit effect, making it look as if the window was glowing.
“We should probably run,” I suggested, hearing the ding of the front door and the stomp of angry steps across the pavement.
“Sure, where do you want to go now…”
“No, we should run!” I yelled, grabbing her arm and dragging her with me until she realized that Tyler was right behind us as well as blue and red lights of a patrol car that had just skid into the parking lot.
“Shit!” Dre squealed sounding more delighted than one should be when the possibility of being cuffed in the back of a squad car by the end of the night was pretty fucking high.
“This way,” I said, leading her over the chain link fence in the back of the store and then down the path that twisted through a wooded area and ended up across the road from my house. We darted over dead plants and tree roots, my memory of the path I used to know so well the only thing guiding us forward on the dark path. Dre squealed again when we heard the sound of the fence rattling. A mini tunnel of brightness darted from side to side ahead of us, courtesy of a strong ass cop flashlight.
“Stop, you’re under arrest!” ordered the officer chasing us.
“If we keep going this way he’s going to catch up to us. We need a better plan,” Dre pointed out.
She was right. I wasn’t the only one who knew the path, but suddenly, like an idea bulb growing bright, a light came into view in the distance from a house that definitely didn’t exist last time I was in those woods. Laughter and soft rock music filled the air. A clink of glasses. A splashing of water. The smell of meat on a grill. It seemed as if someone was having a bar-b-que, and those someones were about to have two new best friends.
“Come on,” I said, hopping over the little white picket fence lining the backyard. As we ran toward the back of the house I realized it wasn’t a bar-b-que as much as a couple, two men sitting in a small hot tub on their back deck, drinking red wine while a closed grill smoked just a few feet away. The outdoor table was set for four, complete with plates and glasses, as if they were expecting more company.
“What the hell are you…” Dre started to ask as I stripped off my clothes.
“Take off your clothes,” I told her. “Now.”
“Who the hell are you?” the younger man of the two asked, standing up in the water to reveal the smallest speedos no man should ever be subjected to seeing in his lifetime. The other man, a silver haired older gentleman, looked mildly amused and very VERY high. They must have smoked earlier because although the source of it wasn’t laying around, the light smell of weed still lingered in the air.
“We, gentleman, are your company for the night,” I announced, “And we’ve been here all day,” I added, glancing back into the woods, the beam of the light was growing closer. “I’m Samuel and this is my wife, Dre.” Dre gave them a small wave as she continued to undress. She added one of her famous red-lipped smiles too, although I was sure it wasn’t as effective on them as it always seemed to be on me.
I grabbed the bottle of wine from the ledge on the side of the tub and poured it into the two empty glasses lining the place settings. Dre kicked off her shoes until she was only in her underwear and bra. She picked up her clothes and mine and tossed them into the open kitchen window. The men watched her with confused expressions on their faces. The man who was standing slowly sank back down into the bubbling water. “And if you play along with what’s about to happen, I’ll give you a six-month supply of the best weed you can get your hands on in all of Logan’s Beach.”
The older man seemed to be thinking over my offer although I’d wished he’d think it over faster. MUCH FASTER. “That would be good because the stuff I bought today across the bridge was…how you say… shit,” he said with a very heavy Spanish accent. I stepped into the hot tub in only my boxers, my legs having no choice but to brush against speedo-man in the small tub. I handed Dre her glass of wine and helped her into the tub next to me. I grabbed a handful of water and wet my hair before wrapping my arm around Dre’s shoulders and pulling her close to my side.
“I’m Fred and that sexy gentleman is Meryl,” Fred announced before playfully swatting Meryl on the shoulder. “And you said we should have built in Miami because there is no excitement in Logan’s Beach.” He held his glass up in our direction, and then gasped with whispered delight when the officer hopped the back fence and started heading our way. “How much more excitement do you need?” he said, behind his hand as if the officer could read lips in the dark.
By the time the officer got to us, out of breath with leaves and twigs stuck all over his dark blue uniform, the four of us were in full fake conversation, laughing and clinking our glasses together like old friends.
“Is this the friend you said was joining us?” Dre asked, she turned to the officer. “Did you bring more wine?” She downed her glass. “‘Cause this is gooooood stuff.”
“You always did have a taste for the expensive,” Fred teased, sounding like a natural born actor. “What can we do for you officer…Beaman?” he asked with a flirty tone, cocking his head to the side to read his badge.
“You two,” Beaman said, pointing from me to Dre. “Out of there right now. You’re under arrest for vandalism, evading an officer of the law…”
“I think you’re mistaken, sir,” I said. “You’ve got the wrong people. We’ve been here for hours with our friends having a good time. We did hear some rustling in the brush though, so you might want to check the woods.” I smiled and took a sip of my wine which was actually pretty fucking good considering I didn’t know shit about wine.
“Don’t make me add more charges to the list,” the officer warned, placing his hand on his gun and playfully tapping his fingers over the strapped buttoned over the holster. “Like failure to cooperate with an investigation, and…”
“Wait just a second officer. These are our guests in our home and they’ve been here all night like they said. Now move on and keep searching for who you’re mistaking them for,” Fred argued.
Beaman shook his head and didn’t take his eyes from me as he said, “I’m not mistaking anything, sir. Now you two get the fuck out of there and come with me or I’ll…” he flicked the strap on his holster open.
This single move pissed me off to the point that my vision blurred with anger. Normally, as if anything were ever fucking normal, this little show of power would be the trigger setting me off into a rage that ended up with me calling Smoke for a body cleanup. But I didn’t want to put Dre in any sort of danger. I couldn’t.
It was only a misdemeanor. What the hell.
Score:
Preppy: 78,903,948,098
Law: 1
I guess I could go with him this once.
I was about to set my wine glass down and do as he said when Meryl stood up, the water beaded on his chest and slid down over his curly grey chest hair, landing in a puddle over his pot belly which hid whatever speedo he was wearing.
God I hoped he was wearing a speedo.
“Let me ask you a little something, did you see these two commit the crime you are accusing them of?” Meryl asked, ste
rnly, taking a very professional stance as if he weren’t mostly naked.
Or possibly naked.
Shit, he was most definitely naked.
The officer sighed in frustration. “No, but we got a call and then I saw them running.”
“Running isn’t illegal,” he argued. “If it were them that is. Which it most certainly was not.”
Officer Beaman opened his mouth to protest but Meryl cut him off. “Furthermore officer,” Meryl stressed the word OFFICER, “this is private property where I am entertaining guests, and you, having not witnessed whatever the crime is in question, have no legal right to be on my property. If you feel the need to come back or think you have valid legal reason to do so, you are welcome to come back with a warrant, or else my office will be dealing with you and believe me that they will rain down the wrath of an angry old man six months from retirement, trying to enjoy his vacation, the likes of which you have NEVER seen!” Meryl reached toward the table, plucked his wallet from his jeans and handed the officer a card.
I was downright shocked when Officer Beaman’s eyes went wide and he tipped his hat to Meryl, offering his apologies. “So sorry to have disturbed your party, sir.”
We were just about home free, the cop was walking back toward the fence, when a kid a few years younger than me came bursting through the house onto the back deck. He didn’t glance up from the bags in his hand, just set them on the table and began to rummage through them. The cop stopped to take notice of the kid.
“Pops, they didn’t have the kind you wanted. But they had this other brand with the state of Florida on it. It’s slim pickings in the stores in this po-dunk town so you’ll have to deal with the cigarettes I could find. Fred do you guys have any…” the kid stopped mid sentence when he realized that Fred and Meryl weren’t alone. His eyes landed on Dre and then me as he stood frozen in shock.
“Hey, kid,” Beaman called out. The kids head snapped to the officer.
“Uh, yeah?” he asked, holding his hands in the air as if he were under arrest.
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