Plausibility

by Jettie Woodruff

  “Yes, you never told me what you were doing at that junkyard so much. Are you smoking weed, Quill?”

  “What? Why would you ask that?” she feigned ignorance.

  “I could smell it.”

  “You were there? That close?”

  “Yes. I don’t want you going there anymore, Quill.”

  “They’re not bad people, Julius. They don’t do anything but smoke a little. I like it. It relaxes me.”

  “I don’t like it. I don’t want you doing drugs, Quill. I mean it. No more weed.”

  “Do you really think weed is a drug? Come on, Julius.”

  “It is a drug. It is illegal, and I don’t want you doing it. Promise me.”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “No, Julius. I’m not going to promise you that. I am not addicted to weed. I only smoke it when I am stressed out. It helps. It doesn’t hurt anyone or anything.”

  “I’m too in love with you, and missed you too much to fight about this right now, but, this conversation is not over.”

  “What are we going to do, Julius?”

  Julius didn’t answer. He kissed her. He didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t want to mess up the relationship she had with her family. They would never accept him. He knew that. She knew that, and nothing would change that fact.

  Quill ran her hands up his strong chest and tried to unbuckle the belt to the erection she could feel on her hip. Julius stopped her.

  “What are you doing? I’m not doing this in your mother’s house.”

  “Yes, you are. She’s down stairs. She won’t come up here.”

  Julius laughed at her. “You are a crazy girl, and no, I am not touching you here,” he demanded. “I’ve got to get out of here,” he assured her, sitting up. He did have to get out of there.

  “What do you mean you have to get out of here? Where are you going to go? I want you to stay.”

  “I can’t stay here, Quill. I’m not about to take that chance. Can you get away tomorrow?”

  “Maybe, I don’t know. My mom thinks Sundays are family day. You know, homework, dinner together and then we usually watch television and eat popcorn or something.”

  Julius smiled. “I’m glad things are good with you and your family.”

  “Yeah, me too, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re not leaving me again. EVER.”

  “Neither one of your parents nor your best friend are ever going to accept me, you know that, Quill.”

  “Then I will keep you hidden in my closet or something,” she teased, pulling herself across his lap.

  He smiled up at her and softly kissed her lips. “I’ll live in your closet.”

  “Get in there,” she demanded with a smile.

  “Give me your cell number. I’ll text you and see if you can get away tomorrow.”

  “But, I don’t want you to leave.”

  “I have to, baby.”

  “Promise me you won’t disappear.”

  “I promise.”

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  “Quill?” Liz questioned at breakfast.

  “Uh?” Quill answered, looking up from the untouched bowl of oatmeal.

  “I asked you if you got your paper done last night. You okay?”

  Shit. She forgot about the paper.

  “Oh, it’s almost done. Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “You seem distracted this morning. Anything you want to talk about?”

  “No. I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep very well last night.”

  “You’re not sick, are you?”

  “No, mom I’m fine.”

  “Do you want to run after your sister for me?”

  “Yeah, sure, is it okay if I don’t eat this? I’m not really hungry.”

  Liz smiled. “You don’t have to eat.”

  “When do you want me to get Reese?” Quill asked, standing from the table.

  “I’ll call her. Knowing Reese, she’s still in bed.”

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  Liz cleaned up the dishes, tidied the house and planned her Sunday diner. She was sitting at the kitchen table writing out bills when she heard the flute. Aquilla still amazed her. She never did like the flute. Her sister drove her crazy with it when they were growing up, but Quill, there was just something magical about the way she played it. She could literally melt your heart with her melodramatic tunes. She sat in a daze, staring blankly at the floor in front of her until her trance was broken by the sudden silenced flute.

  “Hi,” Quill answered her phone.

  “Good morning. Can you get away?” Julius asked, hoping like hell she could.

  “I haven’t asked yet, but I will. Do you want me to meet you somewhere?”

  “Just go for a walk around seven. Walk down that dirt road to that dirt track and I will pick you up.”

  “Okay, I have to run after my sister, and eat dinner with my family and then I’ll leave. I’ll text you.”

  “Quill?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I love you.”

  Quill smiled. “I love you too, Julius. I’m glad you didn’t leave.”

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  “Geesh, Quill. Are you starving?” Reese asked, as she shoved mashed potatoes in her mouth, scooping up corn with it.

  “No. I’m just in a hurry. I’m going over to Whisper’s to work on a paper.”

  “It’s your turn to clean up the dishes, and you said you would help me with my geometry,” Reese complained.

  “If you trade me days and clean up the kitchen, I will help you when I get back,” Quill countered.

  Reese took a deep breath, giving in. “Fine.”

  Liz was disappointed, but didn’t say anything. She loved Sundays with her girls. It seemed like the only day they were all able to spend the entire day together. Oh well, she had papers to grade anyway. Maybe they could still watch the movie that she had rented later.

  Quill texted Julius and told him to meet her at a nearby grocery store. It was too cold to walk anyway. Her mother wouldn’t buy it or she would at least complain about her catching a cold or something. It was better just to leave her mom’s car in the parking lot for a while.

  “Brrr, take me back to the island,” Quill said, sliding into Julius’s car, and wondering where the hell he got a car.

  “I would love to take you back to the island. Kiss me,” he smiled, happy to see her.

  Quill smiled and kissed him, really kissed him, shoving her tongue down his throat, and pressing her body to his. Julius moaned in her mouth.

  “Jesus, Quill,” he said, pulling away.

  She laughed. “Take me somewhere that you can fuck me.”

  “Stop talking like that. I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you.”

  “Fine, I guess I will settle for that,” she teasingly whined, moving to her side of the car so he could drive.

  Julius only drove a couple of miles down the road and pulled into a driveway of a small house in a middle class neighborhood.

  Quill looked at him confused. “Who lives here, Julius?”

  “I do. I rented it a couple weeks ago, but I haven’t really had the chance to furnish it yet. I didn’t know how long you would want me here.”

  “I want you forever and ever and ever and ever and—.”

  “Okay,” he laughed, “I get it.”

  “Do you at least have a bed?” Quill asked as Julius held her close to his body as he unlocked the quaint little house.

  “I have a bed, some dishes, and some bathroom supplies, that is about it.”

  “I just need the bed,” Quill assured him, spinning in his arms to kiss him.

  He walked her back to the bedroom and she was removing clothes before he even had her to the bed.

  “Damn, Quill. You’re like a wild woman.”

  “That’s because I need sex in a baaaaad way,” she assured, letting her bra fall to the floor.

  Julius laid her back and took the pink erect nipple between his lips. She moaned and squirmed beneath him.
Quill tugged on his shirt, wanting to feel his strong body on hers. Julius lifted it over his head and popped the snap on her jeans.

  “Fuck, Quill,” he whimpered as his fingers slid in her jeans to the wet pussy that he loved. She whimpered too. “Take your pants off, baby,” he whispered to her bare chest. Quill gladly obliged.

  “Fuck, Julius. You’re going to make me cum,” Quill warned. He had barely touched her and she was finished. She was going to cum, no doubt about it.

  “I love watching you cum,” Julius replied, watching her face as her eyes closed, her head swayed to the side, and her chest was pushed out as her back arched and she moaned. Julius smiled a small, proud of himself smile. He instantly dismissed the thought demanding her to open her eyes. He didn’t want that. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to be in control. He wanted to please her, not himself. He wanted her how she was and not how he told her to be.

  “Julius,” she moaned in pleasurable agony.

  “Let go, baby,” he beckoned as he slid out of his own jeans. He had to, he was ready to explode himself. He removed his fingers, halting her on the brink of detonation. She panted heavily as he slowly moved into her. She moaned again, this time, in his mouth.

  Julius pulled away and held himself above her. God, she was beautiful. He loved her so much, and making love to her, becoming one in a sea of emotion, caused him to feel how deep their love went. Was it taboo? Was it distasteful? Was it unacceptable? Probably, he didn’t care. He didn’t care what her family thought of him. He didn’t care what Seri thought of him. He loved her, and nobody could take that away from him. He wouldn’t let them. Not again. Not ever.

  “What are you thinking about?” Quill asked as Julius moved in and out of her, towering above her.

  “How much I love you,” he quietly said, staring deep into the pool blue eyes that burned his soul.

  Quill didn’t reply. She couldn’t. She placed one hand on his bare chest and called out in pleasure. Julius could only stare at her expressional desire as she gave herself to him. Julius moved deep inside her, steadied himself abysmal in her core and suddenly pulled out, moaning his own gratifying pleasure as he spilled to her stomach.

  “I hate when you do that,” Quill stated, watching him rub the head of his cock along her stomach, smearing his flow. He laughed.

  “Would you rather I put it inside you?”

  “Fuck, no. Which brings up a good point, if we are going to continue to do this, I need to get on some sort of birth control or you need to start wrapping it up.”

  “I’m never wrapping it up with you. Make the appointment. I’ll take you,” he smiled.

  “Am I going to see you tomorrow?” Quill asked.

  “You sound like you’re leaving me. Are you leaving me, Quill?”

  “I have to. I have a two page report due second period tomorrow and I haven’t even started on it yet. Reese needs my help with her homework too.”

  “Do you want me to pick you up from school tomorrow?”

  “No, Reese will see you. Pick me up at the junkyard.”

  “I told you I didn’t want you going there.”

  “I’m not going there. I’m telling my mom I am going there. You’re going to cum and get me.”

  And so it became the routine. Quill saw Julius every day for the rest of the week. He wasn’t very pleased that she had to spend the weekend with her dad and Seri, but nonetheless, he couldn’t have been happier. He was working on a few things anyway. It would give him time to do some research and maybe even take a trip.

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  “So, what are you going to do? Are you just going to not work? I can’t see you doing that, Seri,” Quill questioned as she sat on the toilet of her dad and Seri’s master bath, twisting a joint.

  Seri took a deep breath, flipped on the exhaust fan and sat on the floor, leaning against the tub. “I don’t know. I got a nice severance check. I have some time to figure it out. Your dad wants to buy a house closer to you girls.”

  “I don’t want you to do that. I would rather live here in the city. There’s nothing to do there unless you like to hang out at the dirt track or the junkyard, besides, Reese is going to leave for college in a couple years anyway. She wants to move here too.”

  “Hmm,” Seri thought. It gave her something to think and talk to Manny about. She really didn’t want to move to a small town either. She was afraid of becoming bored and ruining what she and Manny had. She was happy in the city. And Monica was there.

  “Tell me what you’ve been up to,” Seri beckoned, taking the joint from Quill.

  “Why? What do you mean?” Quill asked, suspiciously.

  “Quill? What the hell are you doing?” Seri asked, picking up on the nerves.

  “What? I’m not doing anything.”

  “You can’t lie to me. I’m like your Seeing Eye dog. I sense things.”

  “Give me that joint. You don’t sense shit. I haven’t been up to anything, just going to school and hanging out with Whisper.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Well, tough shit. That’s all I do.”

  Seri studied her. She was lying, she could tell.

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  Seri took them all out to a fancy restaurant for Manny’s birthday. It was almost November and New York was cold. Quill hated it, whining the whole time as they walked the sidewalk, peering in the windows at Christmas displayed on every corner.

  “My fingers are going to fall off. Can we go now?” Quill whined for the millionth time.

  “You’re fingers are not going to fall off. Forty degrees isn’t even cold,” Seri scolded. She was having fun with Manny and his girls. She loved Quill like no other, and had even become close with Reese, not close like Quill, but close in a special way. Nobody would ever impact her, the way Quill had, and she was sure she would never smoke weed with Reese.

  “It is too cold, and your fingers aren’t freezing because my dad can’t seem to let go of your hand,” Quill complained from behind. Seri and Manny smiled at each other, it made her miss Julius. She wanted his hands to warm her.

  “Wait till January, Quill,” Reese warned.

  Quill had never seen snow, and didn’t care if she ever did. She wanted to be back in Jamelia Lei where the temperatures were consistent year-round. Eighty degree November’s not forty.

  “Come on, you big baby. I’ll buy you a cup of hot chocolate,” Manny offered, pulling Quill to his body in a hug and kissing the top of her head.

  He felt warm. God, she missed Julius.

  “Will that make you happy?” he asked, teasing.

  Chapter 22

  “I knew it!” Seri accused, walking into the shared bedroom right after Quill got a shower. Quill was thankful for the warm fuzzy pajamas that her dad had bought her and Reese earlier that day.

  “You knew what, weirdo?” Quill asked, sliding her arms through the button up flannel night shirt.

  “Who are you seeing?”

  “What? What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I thought you told me everything. I didn’t think we kept secrets,” Seri accused.

  “I do tell you everything. What the heck?”

  “Oh, so you gave yourself that bite on your boob?” she questioned.

  Well, shit.

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “Who did it, Quill? I thought we talked about this and after the Patch guy, you weren’t just going to jump into bed with just anyone anymore.”

  “I didn’t just jump into bed with just anyone, just one someone.”

  “Are you seeing this someone?”

  “Sort of, I guess.”

  “Is it someone at school?”

  “Kind of.” Well, it kind of was. He did pick her up after school every day, just not at the school.

  “Is it Blain?”

  “Yuck, no way, I don’t see what everyone sees in him, besides; Reese thinks she is in love with him. I would never do that to her.”

  “Then tell me w
ho it is, damnit.”

  “Nope,” Quill smirked.

  Seri shot up and tossed her to the bed. Quill laughed, permitting her to tie her in a knot, letting her think she had the upper hand. She wasn’t sure yet whether she did or not. She would soon find out.

  “Tell me,” Seri demanded, holding her head to the mattress.

  Quill managed to get her leg up enough to sling her to her side, allowing her to take the lead. Seri got it right back.

  “You too are like a couple teenage boys, scrapping in the back yard,” Manny accused, pulling Seri from Quill as they both laughed.

  “You hold her, Dad,” Quill tormented.

  “You’re telling me before you leave tomorrow,” Seri demanded with a squinted glare.

  “I’d like to see you make me,” Quill countered.

  “Get out of here before someone gets hurt,” Manny demanded, shoving Seri to the door.

  Reese laughed when she came in, seeing the same ridiculous pajamas on Quill as her own. She, of course, had to have a picture for her Facebook page.

  Quill rolled her eyes, but let her take the picture, appeasing her little sister.

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  Quill wanted to leave first thing Sunday morning. She wanted to see Julius. She needed to see Julius, and the constant text messages just weren’t doing the trick. She didn’t want to meet Monica and her new man for breakfast. She didn’t care about her boyfriend. She wanted to see her own boyfriend, and knew she was going to have a hard enough time convincing her mother of letting her leave for a while the way it was.

  “What is your problem?” Seri asked, tired of hearing her complain about going home. It wasn’t even quite a two hour drive.

  “I have homework,” Quill lied. She didn’t have homework, Reese and her had done it Friday night when they went to bed.

  “Yeah, at the junkyard,” Reese offered.

  “You can’t do that,” Quill warned. “We’re sisters, blood sisters with the same mom and dad. You’re breaking the code of sisterhood. You have to take my side, and you’re not allowed to throw me under the bus,” Quill warned light heartedly.

  “Sorry. Quill has lots of homework,” Reese assured Seri with a tilted head.