by S. Wolf
Moore had laughed back then too. They lived in the small town of Falls City, and Moore’s primary trouble-makers were drunks and speeders. In his entire thirteen-year career, he had never even had to pull his gun, let alone use it.
“Got five criminals this morning,” Moore said, giving his voice a cowboy twang and making a pistol out of his hand, He blew imaginary smoke away from the tip of his finger.
Josh laughed. “Sounds like you’ve worked up an appetite. Coffee and pastries?”
It was the store owner’s policy that police officers got all the free coffee and pastries they wanted. The QwikFill was located on the outskirts of the town, and was more prone to robberies than the ones along the main street. The theory was the free food would keep a steady presence of police at the gas station, thereby deterring any potential robbers. And it must be working, since there hadn’t been a robbery in the three months Josh had been employed here.
“Just coffee today,” Moore said, patting his stomach. “My wife asked me to lay off the sweets.”
Josh glanced at the man. He looked like he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Josh guessed he was about six foot three, since he was a few inches taller than himself, and probably weighed over 200 pounds, all of it muscle.
“One coffee coming up.” Josh went to the brewer, poured a cup, and handed it to the Chief.
“Thanks. How’s your mom doing?” Moore picked out a few packets of artificial sweetener.
“She’s the same.”
“I guess she’s going to miss you when you go off to college in a few months.”
“Yeah, she’s already planning Thanksgiving.”
Moore chuckled as he stirred his drink. “I’ll have my officers put your house on their regular routes, so they can check on her.”
“Thanks.” Since his father had died ten years ago, it had been just him and his mom. When he got his scholarship, he had never considered the fact she would be all alone when he was gone. He made a mental note to call her every day.
“Where you playing ball this summer?”
“Southeast Pony League. Got practice this afternoon.”
Moore nodded again. “That’s a tough league. Should get you ready for college. I’ll be sure to stop by and catch a few games.”
“That’d be cool.” Despite Josh’s dad being ten years older, he and Moore had been good friends. After his dad had died, Moore had often stopped by his house and taken him to the nearby park, where they would catch baseball and talk. Moore was a former pitcher himself, and showed Josh how to throw with accuracy. When Josh hit puberty and his body developed, his natural speed combined with what Moore had taught him made him a formidable hurler. Combined with his best friend Billy, they had been the heart of their high school team’s pitching rotation, and led them to two straight state championships. And also matching scholarships at Nebraska University.
When Josh hit his teen years, hanging around with a cop was no longer cool, and he and Moore stopped their practices at the park. But the Chief was a regular spectator at his games, and they remained friends.
“I better get back on the road,” Moore said, “My shift ends in an hour, and the wife and I have big plans for tonight.” He gave Josh a wink.
“Nice.” Moore was fairly young, but Josh had no desire to hear about his sex life with his wife.
They said their goodbyes and Moore headed out with his coffee. Alone again. This job was a lot of alone. Out here away from town, most of their customers were folks going somewhere else, and they were rare. Sometimes he would go a full hour without seeing anyone.
This time it didn’t take that long. Five minutes later the bell on the door rang again. When Josh looked up, he grinned when he saw who was coming in.
“Billy! What’s up?”
“Nothing much. How’s life out here at Outpost 159?”
Josh laughed. That was Billy’s nickname for the gas station, since it sat out on Route 159.
“Boring as fuck,” Josh replied, “you’re my second customer in an hour.”
“Sounds like you need a better job.”
“I had a better job, until you convinced me to quit.”
“Dog Barn was better than this?”
“Hell yeah. At least I got to interact with the human race.”
“I wouldn’t call dressing up like a hot dot at kids’ birthday parties, interacting with the human race.”
Josh laughed again. “You have a point. By the way, when are you going to get me in at your dad’s hardware store? That’s why I quit in the first place. You guaranteed your dad would hire me.”
“I’m working on it. But Dad says times are tough. He told me he would have let me go, but he didn’t want me lying around on the couch all day.”
“I need to get out of here. I’ll be batshit crazy by the time I go off to college.”
“You coming to practice this afternoon?”
“I’ll be there.” The two of them had played ball together since t-ball, and baseball was the source of their friendship. Billy was the blonde version of his dark hair and blue eyes, both of them tall and lean. Some people even mistook them for brothers.
“Guess who I saw last night coming out of the movies?” Billy asked.
“Who?”
“Haley.”
The smile left Josh’s face. “I don’t care.”
“Don’t you want to know who she was with?”
“I said I don’t care.”
“Jimmy Hoffman”
Josh gritted his teeth. Jimmy was the quarterback of the football team, and an insufferable asshole. Haley knew Josh didn’t like him. She was obviously doing this to piss him off.
“Still not giving a shit.”
“You look like you give a shit.”
“We’re broken up. It’s been three months. We’re moving on.”
His friend looked at him. “And who have you been moving on with?”
“I’m taking my time, playing the field.”
Billy laughed. “You have to actually play to be playing the field. You haven’t been on a date since. I’m tellin’ ya bud, that buildup of sex fluids in your body is unhealthy.”
“My sex fluids aren’t your concern.”
“Really? So I guess I shouldn’t concern you with the fact that Amber’s cousin is in town and we’re looking for someone to double date with tonight?”
Josh’s ears perked up. “Her cousin?”
“Yeah.”
“Is she hot?”
“I’ve never met her, but Amber said she’s cute.”
“Cute? Is it good when one girl calls another cute?”
Billy shrugged. “Do you want to go or not?”
“What’s her name?”
“Emma. What difference does it make?”
“Emma sounds like a cute name.”
“People’s names don’t have anything to do with how they look. Look at Clit Howard. His name is something beautiful, and he’s ugly as fuck.”
“Um, I think his name is Clint, with an ‘n’.”
“No, it’s Clit.”
“Who would name their kid Clit?”
“Those Hollywood freaks give their kids all kinds of weird names.”
Josh began to reply, but he saw a large black pickup truck pull up outside. “Asshole alert,” he said, and Billy turned to see.
They watched Ray ‘Bubba’ Carlton get out of his truck and approach the door. He played tight-end for the football team and looked it, built like an orangutan. There was always friendly competition between the baseball and football players, but Bubba took it more seriously than most.
As Bubba pushed the door open, Billy turned back to Josh and said, “You’re getting paid to put up with this shit, but I’m not. I’ll see you at practice.” He started towards the door.
“What’s up faggots?” Bubba said. Seeing Billy leaving, he said, “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I? If you two were about to suck each other’s dicks, I can come back another time.”
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Billy flipped him the bird as he walked by.
“So that’s how big your dick is,” Bubba said. “No wonder Amber always looks pissed off.” He laughed at his own joke.
Billy kept his finger in the air as he pushed the door open and left.
“Josh, I saw Haley out with Jimmy last night,” Bubba said, “I guess she wanted a real man after dating you for two years.”
“So I hear,” replied Josh, trying to keep the emotion off his face. “What can I do for you Bubba?”
Bubba reached into his back pocket and laid a driver’s license on the counter. “Give me a carton of Marlboros.”
Josh looked down at the ID and up at Bubba. “What’s that?” he asked.
“That ID proves I’m twenty-one.”
Josh paused and stared at him. “Bubba, we just graduated from high school together. I know how old you are.”
“That’s not what the ID says. Besides I was held back a few times.”
“We’ve been in the same class since Kindergarten. Were you held back three times in pre-school?”
Bubba looked confused. “Maybe.”
Josh slid the ID back to him. “Sorry, it’s not happening.”
“The law says you have to sell to me if I have proper ID, and that’s proper ID.”
“Obviously it isn’t.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Bubba decided to changed tactics.
“I thought we were buds,” Bubba said with a fake pained look on his face.
“When was that?”
“Remember when I invited you to my football party in Ninth Grade?”
“Yeah, and you and the rest of the team stripped me down to my underwear and locked me in the closet with Gertrude Fritz.”
“We did you a favor. There’s a reason her nickname is the Vacuum Cleaner.”
“Yeah, I know. I still have scars on my dick from her braces.”
Bubba began to laugh but stopped himself. “I was just trying to show you a good time.”
A flicker of movement over Bubba’s shoulder caught Josh’s attention. His eyes refocused and stared.
“No fucking way!” he said, his mouth hanging open.
“Come on dude,” Bubba continued, oblivious to Josh’s gaze, “Just this once.”
Josh continued to stare, now speechless. Bubba finally noticed he wasn’t looking at him, and turned to see what had grabbed his attention. His own mouth dropped open in shock.
Carly Zanderson was walking across the parking lot towards them, stark naked. They both watched silently as she came to the door and pushed it open, walking inside. She had a huge grin on her face.
Josh couldn’t take his eyes off her. He had known Carly since they were little, and had a crush on her in the Fifth Grade. But when they reached Junior High she had changed, and started hanging out with a weird crowd. She had dyed her blonde hair black and several piercings appeared on her face, beginning with a single nose ring then spreading like weeds, several on her lips and a few on her ears. Haley had told him she also had one on her clit, and had showed it off to the girls in the locker room after gym class.
She stood there naked, appraising both of them, the grin never leaving her face. Her body was white, as if it had never seen the sun, and it contrasted starkly with her black hair, which was matted against her head and shoulders. Her medium-sized breasts looked firm, with rosy pink nipples standing erect. With her pussy shaved bare, he could see the beginning of her slit before it curved underneath. Sure enough, there was a glint of silver from her piercing there.
Josh was the first to speak. “Carly? Are you ok?”
She turned her attention to him and her smile widened. “Do you want to fuck?”
His mouth dropped open again and he finally took a good look at her face. She seemed to be on some kind of drug or something. Her bloodshot eyes looked right at him, but he could tell the Carly he knew wasn’t behind them. What kind of drugs had her weird friends given her?
Bubba chuckled and grinned. “You are looking fine baby.”
Her head turned to him. “Want to fuck?”
He grinned wider. “Does the Pope shit in the woods?”
She stared at him, showing no sign of getting his joke. “Fuck me.”
“Sure thing darlin’. Let’s hop in my truck and find somewhere where we won’t be interrupted.”
“Bubba,” Josh said, “something’s wrong with her. We should call her parents.”
Her head swiveled back to Josh. “My parents sent me out to fuck someone.”
“See?” Josh said to Bubba. “She isn’t right. She’s fucked up on something.”
“Don’t worry,” Bubba said, still grinning, “I’ll be sure to take her home when we’re done.”
“Don’t do this.”
Bubba slapped him on the shoulder. “Dude, that’s some prime pussy right there, and I plan on having me some. I don’t care if she’s drunk or high. If anything, I’m doing her a favor. When she wakes up with a sore pussy and doesn’t remember how she got it, maybe next time she’ll be more careful about what substances she puts in her body.” He laughed again and walked over to Carly.
“Carly,” Josh said, “why don’t you stay here and I’ll call your parents?”
But Carly wasn’t listening to him. As Bubba put his arm around her shoulder, she turned into him and kissed him hard, her hand reaching for his crotch and squeezing him there.
Their tongues explored each other’s mouths, and when they separated, she said, “Fuck me now.”
“Whoa there baby,” Bubba said, “let’s go out to my truck.” He led her towards the door.
She turned back to Josh. “Join us,” she said.
He stared at her before responding. “Not the kind of three-way I’m interested in. Carly, I think you should stay here.”
She ignored him and turned, allowing Bubba to lead her outside. They got into the truck and Josh saw her crawl into his lap as he started the engine. As the truck left the parking lot, her head disappeared below the top of the door.
He stared out the window for a minute before picking up the phone and hitting the speed dial for 911.
“Falls City Police Department, what’s your emergency?”
Josh recognized the voice of Mrs. Greenbower, the ancient ex-teacher who now worked for police dispatch. She had been his teacher in Fourth Grade, and had been old even back then.
“Mrs. Greenbower, this is Josh Becker out at the QuikFill on 159.”
“Hello Josh. How’s your mother doing?”
“Fine. I think we have a problem out here.”
“What kind of problem?”
“Do you remember Carly Zanderson?”
“Yes. Such a sweet girl. It’s a shame she became a slut.”
“Um, yeah. I think she’s in trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“She showed up here naked and on some kind of drug or something.”
“Did you say naked?”
“Yes. She was totally nude.”
“Hmmm. Can’t say this comes as much of a surprise. I always knew that girl was heading down the wrong path.”
“Mrs. Greenbower, I think she’s in danger.”
“Of course she is. Any girl who acts like she does is in danger of ruining her life. What’s your emergency?”
“Carly’s the emergency.”
“You called the police because some whore is walking around nude? Son, time is valuable to the police. Don’t be wasting it with nonsense like this.”
“But she’s–” The line went dead.
“Fuck.”
Chapter 5
Bubba sat back in the seat of his pickup with his pants around his ankles. He was enjoying the sight of Carly’s lips gliding up and down his rock hard shaft. What she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm, and her eyes met his as her mouth took him deep, and then slid back upwards until she was sucking the head. Something about those eyes he couldn’t look away f
rom. They were full of lust, nothing else, as if his cock was the only thing that mattered in the world.
The truck was sitting in the middle of Brown’s apple orchid – one of the benefits of having four-wheel drive. She had been on him since they left the gas station, quickly pulling down his zipper and engulfing his growing cock in her mouth. He almost came a few times while he drove, but managed to hold off until they parked.
To his surprise, he hadn’t softened at all after spraying his cum into her throat, and her mouth kept up its rhythm, bringing his passion back up quickly until he was close again. It was the first time he had gotten a blowjob from a girl with a stud in her tongue, and he was enjoying the unusual sensations.
But after a few minutes, he wanted something different, so he pulled her head up from his crotch. She resisted at first, but then allowed him to push her back on the seat. Her legs opened wide in invitation, spreading the outer lips of her pussy slightly, sending a jolt through his cock. One of her feet rested on the back of the seat, and the other was on the dashboard. He settled between her legs and nudged the tip of his cock at her sopping entrance, planning on entering her slowly. But she wanted something else, and reached up and grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him violently into her, sheathing his cock completely inside of her in one swift thrust.
“Yes,” she moaned, “fill that cunt.”
He groaned into her ear from the sudden pleasure. Her pussy was gripping him tightly, like a squeezing fist. He backed out slowly until just the head was inside, and she jerked him back into her, their bodies coming together in an audible slap. They began a rhythm of slow exits and swift impalings, his balls slapping against her upturned ass.
“Ahhhh, fuck me,” she said, “that’s it. Just like Daddy did.”
Huh? What was she saying? Something about her father? A fog of lust had descended over his mind, and he couldn’t think of anything other than the feeling of her cunt gripping his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. He tried to refocus, but the lust kept drawing him back down into its depths, confusing his thoughts.