Gabe smiled. “An hour or so. Brush your teeth. I want to kiss you and I believe it bothered you when I stuck my tongue in your mouth first thing yesterday morning.”
Brandy made a face at him. “It did, because it was gross. My mouth tastes nasty to me first thing in the morning, how can it not taste nasty to you?”
“You’d have to be a man to understand I suppose.”
“Sometimes I’m really glad I’m not.”
Gabe chuckled as she walked to the bathroom. She used the toilet, washed her hands and face and gargled and brushed her teeth. When she went back to the bedroom, Gabe immediately pulled her into his arms but she shoved him back. “Hold on a minute. I want to ask you something.”
“Yes darling?”
“I want to get high one last time before I go to rehab. Just one line.”
“No. Absolutely not. I’ll keep you in bed in all day if that’s what it takes.”
“Huh uh. I don’t want to have sex all day long. I’m not that horny.”
“I could make you that horny.”
Brandy rolled her eyes. “Ego.”
“Not ego. The confidence one gets from knowing that he is a superb lover. Admit it Brandy, your body misses my touch ten seconds after my hands leave it.”
“Oh please. No one is that horny. And if they are, there’s something wrong with them. There’s more to life than sex.”
“There is, but as an adult there is no pleasure quite like it.”
“Of course there’s not. It’s not like I don’t like sex, I just don’t wanna do it all the time. Aren’t we gonna be there when they deliver the furniture? I don’t think I’m gonna be in the mood to put everything away and make it feel like home when I get out of rehab.”
“We can be there. I want to make love to you though. We still have plenty of time before your furniture is delivered.”
“You are so horny.”
“I am a man darling. A man with needs that cry out to be satisfied. I’ve never been one to stifle my sexuality.”
“You would never be faithful to a woman. Ever.”
“I disagree. Totally and completely. I don’t want to talk right now. I want to put your fantastic body to good use.”
Brandy was soon almost as turned on as Gabe was, and she had to admit that it was good when they made love. She still doubted that it would always be that good though or that he wouldn’t pressure her into doing all the dirty little things that he liked to whisper into her ear when he was on top of her.
They bathed separately and then headed back to town. Gabe checked out of the hotel since her house would be furnished by that night. Brandy was pretty excited to spend a night in a house of her own, even if it was a rental and Gabe was paying for it.
The furniture delivery guys were outside the house when they got there. Gabe unlocked the house and they set about moving things inside. Brandy was thrilled by the time they were finished, but Gabe insisted on taking her shopping again to buy pictures for the walls and other pieces of home décor that she considered silly and a waste of money. They ate lunch at the diner where Gabe flirted with the other waitress, whom Brandy learned was the sister of the waitress they’d had the day before.
The two sisters had inherited the diner from their father and ran it solely with the help of both of their husbands and an occasional temporary waitress or cook. The idea blew Brandy’s mind, but Gabe told her he had bartended for almost a month by himself when he’d first bought the bar. She had to admit that that seemed like an almost bigger feat.
They returned to her house. Gabe asked her if she had a larger picture of Joey to display on the wall. She told him no, and he offered to have one blown up for her, but she told him that she would get sad looking at her son all day, feeling like he was looking out at her from the frame and forever reminding her that his own mother hadn’t been strong enough to raise him herself.
During the afternoon, she met her new neighbor Brenda and her kids. Brandy admitted to herself and later to Gabe, that while Brenda did seem a little nosy her children did seem to be better behaved than most teenagers she’d met.
They went out for dinner and then to a movie, because Brandy wasn’t looking forward to going to the rehab center the next morning. She begged Gabe to let her get high one last time after she’d given him what she thought was probably the best blow job she’d ever given, but he still refused and blew her mind again with his own oral talents.
They went to bed around midnight. Gabe set the alarm to ensure that they’d wake up in time to get her to the rehab center by nine o’clock. The rehab center was halfway between Brunton and Welton which was two hours away.
Brandy didn’t sleep well and was out of bed in the morning well before Gabe’s alarm went off.
She let him sleep and wondered if she could sneak out and get high before he woke up. She even considered calling Chad because she really had no idea who else to buy coke from, but finally decided against it and smoked too many cigarettes and drank too much coffee instead.
Gabe’s alarm went off while she was in the shower. He used the toilet and then joined her. He made it very erotic and Brandy had a feeling that her body was going to miss his touch while she was in the rehab center. She jokingly asked him if they’d give her conjugal visits and he’d rolled his eyes at her and told her she was hardly going to prison.
Gabe made them breakfast. Brandy managed to drink two more cups of coffee by the time they had to leave. She was totally wired on caffeine and her body felt like it was humming like a live wire. She tried to talk Gabe into stopping to screw on the side of the road on the way to the rehab center, but he ignored her and turned the radio up.
They arrived at the rehab center a few minutes before nine o’clock. Gabe got her bag out of the back of the truck and took her hand and led her inside. He filled out the paperwork that he could, and made her fill out the rest. She whispered dirty things in his ear, and made him some very erotic promises before he left, begging him to take her with him, but he refused and said he’d be back to pick her up in two weeks.
Brandy figured that there wouldn’t be a two week period in her life that ever felt longer and she was right in many ways. She was made to take classes that taught her things about drugs that she’d never known. She was subjected to group therapy sessions that she thought were absolutely ridiculous and made her want to tear her hair out in frustration. She was housed in a room with three other women. Two of them did things to each other that she considered to be totally disgusting half the night, and the other cried herself to sleep because she missed her husband and her kids so much.
There was also an extremely good looking counselor that Brandy knew was giving her the eye. She ran into him when she coming out of the shower one night and let her towel slip down a little to reveal her cleavage. She heard his sharp intake of breath. She wanted to push him against the wall and tear his clothes off because she was so horny, but she instead continued down the hall to her room and thought dirty thoughts about him until she fell asleep.
The day she got out of rehab, Gabe was late picking her up. She was pissed because she hadn’t been allowed to smoke and really wanted a cigarette. Her cravings for coke had abated, but she wasn’t positive that they had left her completely. The hot counselor came outside to smoke a cigarette and she managed to get him to give one to her. He blushed when her hand brushed his when she handed his lighter back. Brandy wondered how such a good looking man could be so shy around women.
When Gabe finally showed up, she gave him her dirtiest look. He gave her a wide grin and picked her up and swept her into his arms. “Darling, you’re even more gorgeous than I remember you. How does it feel to be a recovering addict?”
Brandy rolled her eyes. “I’ll always be a recovering addict or a recovered addict. Just like an alcoholic will always be an alcoholic. Oh, the useful things they taught me in that place. How much money did you spend on this shit? Let’s get the hell outta here. Do you have cigarettes?”
Gabe chuckled and handed her a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “I saw you smoking with your boyfriend. Would you like to invite him to join us in bed sometime?”
“Don’t start that shit again. I might not mind doing him without you, but sure as hell not with you there.” She lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. “Ah nicotine, how I’ve missed you.”
Gabe shook his head at her and handed her his keys. “You’ve got lots of driving practice to do in the next couple of weeks. Your new car is sitting in my driveway, waiting for you. I’ll get you ready for your test and then train you for a few days at the bar before I put you to work. You’ll be paid your full salary of course.”
Brandy got behind the wheel of the truck. She threw her cigarette out the window and leaned over and kissed him. She ran her hands over his arms. “I’ve missed you. Oh so much. Let’s have sex.”
Gabe chuckled. “Feeling withdrawals from the bliss that my body gives to yours? I’m sorry darling. With as much as I’d love to spend hours exploring your beautiful body, we’ve got much to do.”
Brandy groaned as she pulled out of the parking lot of the rehab center. “You have got to be kidding me. We have sex on the day we meet and lots of incredible sex afterwards. Then I’m locked up in that place for two weeks and now you don’t want to screw me? I feel like such a man. This is just wrong Gabe.”
“Brandy, we have plenty of time to have sex and make love. I want to make you love me. I want you to feel for me what I’m feeling for you. I’m already falling in love with you.”
“Yeah right. Doesn’t your wife get mad that you’ve got a car you bought for someone else sitting in your driveway?”
“She laughed at it and said that I didn’t teach you very well if that was all you let me buy you.”
“Must be nice to be rich.”
“Yes. Leslie has many zeros in the amount of her trust fund. Her parents threatened to take it away if she didn’t divorce me after our restaurant in California failed. Then she told them that if they did that, we would raise our son in an RV and travel around like gypsies. They believed her of course, because Leslie would have done it. She may have grown up rich and enjoy nice things, but you don’t tell her that you’re not going to do something for her when it’s been set in stone for years. Now we own Gabe’s Place, another bar and a restaurant. They all do very well, but they’re still pocket change for someone like Leslie. I’ve borrowed money from my unloving wife over the years and turned it into other successful ventures of my own and paid her back every cent.”
“So why don’t you divorce her?”
“I love my wife. My son needs me. The child that she carries now will too. I’m not saying that she is anywhere near the worst mother in the world, but she certainly lacks certain nurturing qualities that seem to come naturally to so many mothers. I believe you will be a spectacular mother someday Brandy, and I certainly can’t wait to see your even more beautiful breasts.”
“I’m not having your kid. We can have lots and lots of sex until we both get bored with it. I’ll work my ass off for you because I’m sure I’ll make awesome tips. But we’re not doing it without a condom again. My parents would throw a shit fit if I got pregnant with a married man’s child.”
“You’re twenty years old Brandy. There is a point in your life when if your parents don’t agree with the choices you make in your life, you have to look at them and say this is my life, not yours and I’m going to live it the way I want. If they don’t agree, they can make the choice not to be a part of your life until they come to their senses and realize that they raised you, but that you are your own person and always have been.”
“It’s not just that Gabe. I don’t think I’m ever going to love you. You’re hot and you are so good in bed, but this is lust. It’s not going to turn into love.”
“How do you know that? Give our love a chance darling.”
Brandy shook her head. “You’re fooling yourself and you know it. I’m just another girl to you. Pretty words start to lose their luster when you’ve said them so many times that they become meaningless.”
“They’re not meaningless my beautiful Brandy.”
“Yeah right. If I wasn’t attractive, you wouldn’t have looked twice at me. If I was fat you wouldn’t have either. Wait, I take that back, you like Stella a lot and she’s kind of fat.”
“Stella is delectably curvy. I’ve seen pictures and she looks much better now than she did before she had Lena. She barely had breasts then and her butt was nonexistent.”
“Whatever Gabe. Are we going back to my house or what?”
“No. We’re driving remember?”
Brandy sighed. “You are seriously expecting me to drive around all day? And then you’re going to make me practice for the written test all damned night aren’t you? I am telling you Gabe, I am nowhere near that dumb.”
“Darling, the written test is hard. Many fail the first or second time. Your car is waiting patiently for you. I don’t want it to have to wait too long.”
“Sure. So do you want me to drive around in Brunton all day?”
“Today yes. Tomorrow we’ll practice highway driving again.”
“You’re gonna drive me nuts. You’re making me do all this stupid driving when I could pass the damned test right now if you had enough confidence in me to let me take it. You’re not gonna have sex with me when you’re sitting there in a tight t-shirt and jeans that mold to your perfect ass. I feel like a married man. This sucks.”
Gabe chuckled. “I always dress like this.”
“Because you know it drives girls nuts. If you think that women don’t appreciate a man’s body you’re out of your mind. I appreciate pretty eyes and nice hair and kissable lips, but if a guy doesn’t have a nice body, that’s a show stopper for me. Unless the face is really, really good.”
“Your Chad was rather scrawny.”
“Yeah, but I definitely prefer a body like yours. Six pack abs, nice muscular arms and an ass to die for. Tattoos can make a hot guy even hotter and yours do. You should pierce something. Then you’d be totally irresistible.”
“No thank you.”
Brandy sighed. “Not even your ear? That would go with your long hair. Oh and your hair. Guys can definitely look good bald or with a buzz cut, but long hair on the right guy? Damn. And you are so the right guy to have long hair. I am getting so horny.”
“I could tell. Your voice changes when you get excited. You would do very well at phone sex. At least you’d sound credible.”
Brandy wrinkled her nose. “You’ve never paid for phone sex. Have you?”
“I have actually. My wife has a very sultry voice but she doesn’t like to talk dirty to me anymore. Well, she does sometimes, but it can be exciting to hear a strange voice on the other end of the line, turning you on, thinking that they could be anyone.”
“That’s gross. How likely is it that it’s a hot chick on the other end of the line? It’s probably some nasty old chick that happens to have a nice voice.”
“It’s a fantasy Brandy. That’s the whole point. Well maybe not the whole point obviously, but part of the point. When you have your penis in your hand, listening to a voice on the other end of the phone, you’re not thinking that this woman could be a grandmother that weighs three hundred pounds. You’re thinking that she could be a nineteen year old college student that needs the money to pay for her text books and has been dumped by her boyfriend and really does get turned on by the things you say to her. Or sometimes I’m sure the man does imagine the woman to be a sixty year old grandmother with a sultry voice and a few extra pounds. We all have our own turn ons.”
“Men are disgusting.”
“You really are young Brandy. Do you think that you won’t find your man attractive after you’ve grown old together? If that was always true, relationships would certainly not be very balanced. We all have things that excite us. And they change as we grow older. I might have a foot fetish this year and next y
ear I might become stimulated most performing oral sex on a woman without ever penetrating her. Some men are driven crazy with desire when they watch their wives have sex with another man. That was certainly never my thing, but I do rather enjoy what I talked to you about, even when it comes from another man. Though I suppose since you said it sounded nasty when I offered to retrieve my own, you certainly wouldn’t want me to do that with another man’s.”
“You’re gonna make me throw up. Why would you want to go down on a girl without ever having sex with her? If you don’t like to do it, then don’t do it because you’re probably not very good at it anyway. Shouldn’t it turn you on? It doesn’t turn me on to blow a guy all the time, but when I’m into it, it does and I always want to have sex afterwards. I would have been so pissed at Chad if I’d given him a killer blow job and wanted to have sex and he said thanks babe gotta go.”
Gabe chuckled. “Yes, I’m sure you would have been. I’m not saying that I’m a man that likes to pleasure women orally and not have sex afterwards, but some men are very much into oral sex. Some even run personal ads and offer to pleasure women orally and want nothing in return. I can imagine that some of them are rather frustrated after the encounters because the man doesn’t offer to penetrate them, but no two people have the same exact wants or needs.”
“You don’t make sense to me Gabe. You own a bar. You wear nothing but jeans and t-shirts and have tattoos that make your arms look even better. You’re a total horny, dirty low down pervert. Yet you speak like an educated dignified gentleman sometimes. Penetrating a woman. He won’t screw her or fuck her. I can say it. You can sure as hell say that and worse sometimes. So what are you Gabe? Are you a horny married man that’s never gonna stop cheating even when he finds a woman that actually loves him? Or are you a dignified romantic that wants to be loved in ways that you feel your wife never will?”
“I am a little of both or maybe a lot of both. No one is just one thing Brandy. Stop at the convenience store on Third Street when we get back to Brunton please. I’d like a cup of coffee.”
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