Sledge

by Jessie Cooke

  “It’s good to see you too, Bobby.”

  “Where’s Mom?”

  “She’s at home, Bobby. Probably sleeping, it’s kind of late.”

  “Mom used to have pancakes with me at night.”

  Sledge smiled again. She did do that. Bobby’s memories were better than his. She worked one job from three in the afternoon until eleven at night. They left for school in the morning and she was gone by the time they got home. So about once a week, she’d wake them up in the middle of the night and they would all have pancakes, and hot chocolate. It used to be one of his favorite memories, but he’d fought so hard to put his old life behind him that he hadn’t realized he was burying the good memories along with the bad.

  “You want me to call her and see if she wants to have pancakes with us tonight?” Bobby’s face was like a beacon of light at the mention of their mother joining them. Sledge took out his phone and pressed in his mother’s number. It was so late that he wasn’t surprised to hear worry in her voice when she said hello. “Hey, Mom, everything is okay.”

  “Okay,” she said, sleepily. “Then why are you calling so late? Steven, it’s two in the morning.”

  “I know, Mom, I’m sorry. It’s just…Bobby and I were wondering if you might want to come out and have chocolate chip pancakes with us.” He heard her gasp and then there was a pause. He could hear the tears in her eyes…happy tears as she said,

  “You know what, baby boy? There is nothing on this earth I’d rather do tonight.”

  29

  “I like your mom.” Daria and Sledge walked hand in hand from the restaurant in Brooklyn where they’d just had lunch with his mother and his stepfather. “And her husband, he’s nice.”

  “I like my mom too,” he said with a smile. “She’s good people.”

  “She is, they are. But I shouldn’t be surprised. She raised you, and you’re good people. I wish I could have met your brother.”

  “Me too…but Bobby’s happy with his life, and as sad and pathetic as I find it, it’s not my life to live, or judge, I guess.”

  “It had to be hard for you, and your mom, to leave him there.” After Sledge, his mother, and Bobby ate pancakes that the waitress had fashioned on their plates to look like Mickey Mouse, and talked for over an hour, Bobby had simply stood up and said, “I have to go home now.” Sledge and his mother had both tried talking him into going home with them…but Bobby would have none of it. Sledge held his mother for twenty minutes while she cried after Bobby gave them both a stinky hug and went back to his little tarp on 129th Street. Later that night when they got back to her house, they’d sat up and drank coffee, looking at old pictures and talking about old times. Once again, Sledge was reminded of good memories that he’d suppressed because he’d been living in fear of the bad ones. By the time the sun came up, his mother had formulated a plan where Bobby was concerned. She wasn’t going to try to force him to do anything he didn’t want to do, but at least now she knew where he was…and they could have pancakes together in the middle of the night once a week. She had gone to bed happy about that and she’d been just as happy about it during lunch while she told Daria all about her boys.

  “It was hard,” he said, “but I’m beginning to see that everyone has their own version of happiness, their own standard of living, and none of them are wrong. What’s wrong is judging people based on their choices…the way they choose to live. In the past, I might walk by some guy like Bobby and think he drank himself homeless, or he was using drugs. But no matter what the truth is, bottom line is that it’s not my business. I think we all do the best we can and as much as I hated being judged as a kid…I was doing the same thing all along.”

  “You have such a good heart,” she said, as they stopped next to his bike. “Maybe you judged people in your own way, but you were never mean. That was the difference between you and us.”

  “Them,” he said.

  “No, baby, us. I was mean too. But…I plan on spending the next hundred years or so making it up to you.”

  “Oh yeah, you got some time today?”

  She smiled. “I’ve got all day.”

  “Mm…all day, huh? My schedule is surprisingly clear today too.”

  “Follow me to my apartment?” she said. Sledge had been at his mother’s, so he’d ridden his bike and Daria had met them at the restaurant.

  “I have a better idea.”

  “Better than following me to my apartment?”

  “Mm-hmm,” he said, throwing his leg over the bike. “I’ll take you there. Climb aboard.”

  She smiled and took the helmet he was offering to her. He started the bike and she shivered at the sound of the Harley engine as it rumbled to life. She slid the helmet on and, placing her hand on his wide shoulder, she swung her leg up and over. Leaning in close and putting her hands around his waist she said, “You don’t have a sissy bar.”

  “I’ve never had a sissy I wanted to ride with before,” he said with a grin. As she wiggled around, trying to position herself in the center of the seat, she had to use his body to steady herself since there was no bar. Once she seemed to be comfortable he said, “I like that. I don’t think I’ll get a sissy bar.”

  She laughed and patted his stomach. “Just drive, baby.” Her chest was pressed firmly against his back and her thighs gripped his on either side. She slid her hands up from his abdomen to his chest and held on tight, enjoying the closeness. She loved the way he felt and the way he smelled, and the fact that she already wanted him so badly was only egged on by the vibrations of the bike that radiated all the way up into her core. She hardly felt him release the brake and turn the throttle, but suddenly they were moving toward the edge of the parking lot and out onto the street. She barely felt his leg move as he used his foot to smoothly shift gears as he accelerated, but she did feel his hand when he took the right one off the handlebars and rested it on her thigh, squeezing it lightly and intensifying the heat that was already burning up her core.

  This wasn’t Daria’s first time on a bike, but it had been a long time. She remembered every other ride almost down to the last detail. There had only been two of them, and both times she’d felt scared for her life. She wasn’t sure if Sledge was a better driver, or if just his presence made her feel safer. Since she was not only safe but comfortable, she had to go with his presence. Being with him felt so right and so natural…she couldn’t wait to wear his patch and be his old lady. She couldn’t wait to start her new life…with him.

  As soon as they got to her apartment, Daria led Sledge straight back to the bedroom. She flipped on the light and he said, “This is nice.” It was very girly and she knew it. She’d loved it when she first decorated it, but lately she couldn’t wait to trade it for his tiny, masculine trailer…a place where she’d be able to reach out in almost any direction and touch him. She warned herself over and over again to not write their romantic story in her head without adding a dose of reality…living in a tiny trailer on top of each other every day would take some getting used to…but as he came up behind her and wrapped his big arms around her waist she decided it wouldn’t take much more than that to get used to it. His warm lips were on her neck and she felt herself instinctively press back into him. He was already growing hard and when she wiggled into him, he let out a sexy moan against her flesh that sent goosebumps skittering down her arms and spine.

  “God, you’re beautiful, Daria. I’m so fucking lucky.”

  She smiled and stretched her neck back into him so he could reach more of it. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

  He slipped his hands underneath her t-shirt and she felt the warmth of his palms against her skin. He used his fingertips to trace circles on her stomach, around her bellybutton, and down to the waistline of her jeans. She shivered into him as he let his fingers slide down underneath them and he continued to bite and suck on her neck. Bringing his other hand down, he unbuttoned the jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. When his fingers reached the top of her
mound and he felt the moisture there he pulled his mouth up to her ear and whispered, “You’re wet for me already.”

  “Already? I’ve been wet for you for a month solid.”

  “Mm…” He pushed his hand down further between her legs and his fingers began to explore the sensitive, wet folds of her pussy. His other hand worked its way up underneath her bra and he took one of her breasts into his big hand. He began to massage it while manipulating her swollen clit at the same time. She was whimpering and moving her hips in circles against the bulge that was pressed into her from behind. She felt like she might come already, but suddenly her pussy was missing his fingers and her neck his mouth. He let go of her breast too and spun her around to face him. He reached down and pulled off her shirt and then without unhooking her bra, he simply pulled it off of her over her head and tossed it aside. He pushed down her jeans and when he got them to her ankles, she slipped off her sandals and then lifted her feet one at a time so that he could slide the jeans off her and toss them out of the way as well. He stood back up and she began working on the button and zipper of his jeans. Her hands were shaking and she was having trouble getting them undone.

  “Damn,” she cursed. Sledge smiled at her, took her hands, and walked her backwards to the bed.

  “Lie down, baby.” She did what he asked and then watched as he kicked off his boots and then stripped off his jeans. He was left in a pair of boxers with a sexy outline of his huge, hard erection and the tip of it showing out the top. She sat up and when he came over close to the bed, she leaned forward and licked the moisture that had gathered on the smooth, round head. He groaned and pushed his shorts down. Daria licked her lips and then went back for more. She ran her tongue around the thick tip and down his shaft, all the way to his balls. They instantly tightened when her tongue touched them, and she began to lick them all over, flattening her tongue and using it to draw them into her mouth one at a time.

  He was moaning, and he dropped his head back and let his mouth fall open as he wrapped his hands up in her hair. He held onto her hair tightly and began to flex and thrust his hips, egging her on. She formed a tight “O” around his shaft with her lips and wrapped her hand around the base. She started to bob her head up and down on his cock as she slid her hand along the shaft in time with her lips. She took more and more into her mouth until her jaw was as full as she could get it. She swallowed around the tip of his cock and he groaned, loudly. He was pulling hard at her hair and when she sucked faster he arched his back and began fucking her mouth wildly, bucking into her face and gasping to catch his breath at the same time.

  She felt the swell of his cock and the tightening of his balls and she braced herself, but Sledge didn’t come in her mouth. He pulled her off of his cock with a loud growl and suddenly she was on her back on the bed and he was on top of her, devouring her lips, sucking on her tongue, using his teeth to nip at her lips. She was overwhelmed with desire and she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around him, getting in position so that she could rock her hips back and forth into him, rubbing her wet pussy against his hard, hot flesh. He kissed his way down her neck and to her chest. When he reached her breasts, he sucked one of them into his mouth and at the same time, he reached down between her legs and slid two fingers up into her. She felt her core tighten and the muscles of her pussy clamp down around his fingers.

  “So wet, baby,” he murmured against the fleshy mound of breast he had in his mouth.

  “You make me so wet,” she said. He moved over to suck on the other breast. He sucked it hard, bit at it, licked it, and then sucked it again, the whole time moving his fingers in and out of her and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She was panting hard and her body felt like it was on fire. His mouth slid down from her breasts to her stomach and she felt his tongue drawing a wet path down to her pussy. He moved his thumb and let his tongue take its place on her clit. He was still fingering her but now his tongue was pressing into her clit and he was moving it back and forth, bringing her closer and closer to her first orgasm. He pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of her harder and faster as she held her hips up off the bed. He licked her clit harder and just as her center tightened up and her pussy grasped his fingers even tighter, he sucked her clit into his mouth. She came, hard, with a scream. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. She bucked up and down off the bed. Her entire body was involved in the orgasm and it felt so good that she almost didn’t want it to end.

  Sledge didn’t stop licking and sucking until she was shaking so hard that her teeth were chattering. That was when he moved up and kissed her again. They sucked at each other’s lips, letting their tastes mingle together and linger on their tongues. Daria couldn’t stand it any longer. She had to feel him inside of her. She slipped her hand down between them and lined him up with her pussy. He thrust forward, drilling himself into her so fast and hard that it was almost painful. But that only lasted for a second. Once he started moving inside of her, her own slick juices got thicker and her pussy relaxed and opened up to accommodate him…and then it was pure pleasure.

  Sledge reached up to the top of the bed and grabbed a pillow. He pulled it down and shoved it underneath her hips, tipping them upwards so that each thrust hit bottom. She lifted her legs straight up and he grabbed them with his arms and rested them on his shoulder. The slap of flesh against flesh as he slammed his cock into her over and over again was like music to her ears, with the sexy, satisfied noises he was making blending in the background. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, intertwining her fingers so that she had a good hold on him. Using that hold as leverage she moved her hips in time with his, and she lost track of all space and time for however long it took him to bring her to orgasm number two. Just as she was beginning to come down from one of the highest plateaus she’d ever reached, he exploded himself. She opened her eyes and looked at his face and that powerful feeling was back. He looked like he was in heaven and when he opened his eyes too and looked down at her, she felt like she was there too.

  Sledge woke up sometime in the early hours of the morning. When he first opened his eyes, he was slightly disoriented. It only took him seconds to remember where he was, though. With a smile on his face he snuggled in deeper against the warm, pliant body that his was pressed into. He felt his cock stirring as soon as it touched her. She was the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world and it was still slightly surreal to him that he was with her.

  He loved the way she smelled. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the light coconut scent and then sliding his nose down to her neck where the smell of her light perfume still lingered. He lifted his head up to look down at her. She still had her eyes closed, but she was smiling. The air in the room smelled like their lovemaking and it only served to make him even hornier. He reached down and moved her hair out of the way so he could press his lips against the pulse in her neck. He liked the way it sped up when he touched her. He loved the way her eyes dilated when he was close to her, the way her breath hitched in her throat when he touched her. He loved not having to wonder or guess if she wanted him.

  He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Good morning, beautiful, I love you.”

  She smiled, and her eyelashes fluttered. “I love you too.”

  “Daria?”

  She opened her eyes. “Yes?”

  “Are you sure you’ll be happy in California?”

  “I’m sure I’ll be happy anywhere that you are,” she said. “You make me happy, Sledge.”

  “But you have such a nice home here, won’t you miss it?”

  She rolled over to face him and rested her hand against the side of his face. “This apartment is nice, but it’s never really felt like home to me. As a matter of fact, I haven’t really felt at home anywhere since I was a kid…until I ran back into you, and you know what I realized?”

  He grinned. “That you always wanted to live in a trailer with a poor boy from the Bronx?”

  He felt her body move with a
silent laugh. “That too,” she said. “But in a more general sense, I simply realized that home was never really a place. Home is wherever your person is.”

  Sledge liked that. He liked knowing that he was “her person.” He snuggled back into her and kissed her softly on the lips. “My person,” he whispered as he wrapped her up tighter in his arms. Daria Ford is my person…who would have thought?

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