“Y’all still talking about the douche?” the manager, who I knew was called Annie, asked as she walked past with a couple of empties in her hands. If memory served me right, she’d been in the same grade as my brother Noah, which would make her twenty-five to twenty-two years of age. Lily had said earlier that she’d graduated four years ago, so that would make her roughly the same age as me. Funny how these things worked out…
“Would anyone laugh this hard if we weren’t?” I replied, laughing but deadly serious at the same time.
“Unlikely,” she muttered, throwing the bottles into the huge bin on wheels behind the bar. “Just to say though, his car just pulled up in front.”
It was like someone had flipped a switch in Lily as she went from laughing and relaxed to tense and pissed in the blink of an eye. Pivoting slowly on my stool, I turned to face the door and waited.
That’s when one of the biggest douches in the history of douches walked through the door, and I knew this not just because of what he’d done to Lily and the fact he’d always been a douche, but because of what he’d done to my sister Ariana.
“Sweetie,” he called out, like everything was hunky dory between them. “You look so pretty.”
False, motherfucker. She looked fucking gorgeous.
“What are you doing here?” Lily asked in the most acerbic tone I’d heard in my life.
“Came to see my best girl,” he replied trying to be smooth but failing spectacularly. That was proven by the snorts everyone sitting around the bar let out at the same time.
“She here?” Lily asked, looking around her curiously.
It was that response that made him stumble, and for a brief moment, hostility and irritation flashed across his face before he replaced it with his previous fakeness.
Interesting!
“I’m looking right at her!”
Fucking barf! Lily must have been thinking the same thing as me as she met my eyes and swallowed audibly.
“Ugh, I just puked in my mouth,” she muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Me too,” Annie agreed, making herself busy behind the bar in front of us.
“Me three,” I nodded, taking a mouthful of my beer to try to wash the nasty taste away.
“Amen.”
“Agree.”
“Gross.”
“Need a bucket when you got a second!” Were all of the answers that came from the guys sitting around us, making the douche’s face twist in anger.
“Look,” he snapped, leaning on the bar and trying to get around me into Lily’s face. “I said I was sorry, didn’t I? You were always busy, and I hadn’t seen you, so when I got drunk, I thought she was you…”
“My father had just had a heart attack, you piece of shit,” Lily seethed, throwing down the dish towel she’d been using under the bar. “I’d been with him at the hospital for twenty-seven hours, and I know it was that long because I’d been on a date with you when I got the call. So you’ll have to fucking excuse me if my attention was diverted for twenty-seven hours,” she hissed, leaning over the bar. “And thank you for trying to find someone to stick your tiny little penis into that looked like me – even though she did not.”
“Who was it, doll?” Jonesy, the guy who worked at Dahlia’s garage asked from his seat.
“Carly Thresher,” she muttered, not taking her eyes off the douche who blanched at the name. “Didn’t think I got that good a look, did ya?” she asked, a smile teasing the sides of her mouth. “Also didn’t think that I knew you weren’t drunk, and that it wasn’t the first time with Carly, was it, sweetie?”
“Nasty,” Jonesy mumbled, going back to his beer and shuddering.
Yup, it was nasty. The rumor that she sent out notifications informing men about her most recent STI instead of Christmas, Valentines, Easter, Independence Day, Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Birthday and any other type of greetings cards might be slightly exaggerated, but I was willing to bet it was only by one holiday.
I’d taken about all I could take of it all, so I stood up, unfolding to my full height of six-feet-three inches, roughly five inches taller than Chris. That was when he gulped, remembering well who I was.
“I think you’ve said enough,” I informed him, sounding light hearted and easygoing when all I wanted to do was kick him up the ass. What stopped me from doing that was that my foot would get stuck and I liked the boots I was wearing, plus it was his ass. Ew!
Trying to buy himself some height by straightening and raising up onto his toes slightly – Jesus take the wheel – he sneered as he looked me over.
“Like I’m gonna listen to you!”
“I would if I was you,” Annie informed him, rooting around under the bar for something.
“Boy, you’re standing on your fucking tip-toes,” Jonesy snorted around the bottle that he was holding up to his mouth. “Ain’t no one gonna take you seriously doing that. Not even Albert!” he gestured over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction of the eighty-nine year old, who was passed out drunk with his head on his table.
It turned out either Albert wasn’t as drunk as he seemed or he was a cognitive drunk, because he raised his thumb slightly and gave the thumbs-up back to Jonesy who missed it because he’d turned back around, but the rest of us didn’t.
Without even fixing what had just been pointed out, Chris glared over at Jonesy and spat, “Shut it, fuckwad!” Making us all laugh even harder. “Whatever,” he sneered, and then turned back to Lily who was finding it all hilarious. “I’ll see you at mine when you get off.”
The smile dropped from her face and she was just taking a breath in to blast him when I took a step closer to him and leaned down into his space. “Don’t you mean after you get off?” The anger that filled his face would have been funny if it hadn’t been for his entire existence pissing me off at that second. “You know I have enough issues with you already, you little pissant,” I growled. “And now you’re just adding onto them. Trust me when I say, you did not want to add to the existing problem that I had, and you sure as shit don’t want to add to the one I have now.”
“Your sister’s a ho, everyone knows it,” he snapped, digging himself a deeper grave, something which all the spectators knew by their gasps and groans. “But Lilith has fuck all to do with you, so move the fuck along.”
Pulling the cap I was wearing off my head, I tossed it to Lily who missed it, but flicked it with her hand sending it back into the air. This meant she juggled it a couple of times with the tips of her fingers before Annie grabbed it and shoved it under the bar. It had only taken a matter of seconds for it to happen, but it was long enough for me to see out of the corner of my eye, before I grabbed the asshole by his ear and used it to drag him outside.
“Let go of me,” he screeched, trying to dig his heels in and wrench his head away, but my grip was too strong and he either followed and cut it out, or he was going to lose it.
In front of the door was a metal pole that bisected the steps leading from the parking lot onto the raised pavement of the property. I knew exactly where it was without even looking as I dragged him outside, and I made sure to smack his head off it hard.
“Sorry, man,” I mumbled, and then did it again. Letting out a beleaguered sigh, I made a point of pulling him forward again, and after I heard the thunk of his head hitting the pole, I pulled him around it and threw him down the three steps onto the tarmac. “I don’t think it’s fair to hit you with my fist after the pole took you out,” I informed him, walking slowly toward where he was lying.
“Pussy,” he gargled as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Deciding not to go back on my word, I raised my foot and kicked him in the gut instead. “Just because I said I wouldn’t punch you, didn’t mean I couldn’t kick you!”
I’d only just gotten the last word out, when a small foot wearing a glittery red Converse shoe connected with his crotch making him scream and curl up into a ball. Looking over, I saw Lily standing w
ith her hands on her hips glaring down at him.
“Now see,” she snapped. “You made me go and ruin my favorite shoes with your diseased dick.”
Apparently she’d also heard the rumors.
Throwing my arm across her shoulders, I walked her back toward the front door. “Not so, babe. If you use some of that antibacterial shit you use on the tables they’ll be just fine.”
At the sound of the door shutting behind us, she looked up at me. “What did he do to your sister?”
“Put his hand up her dress in the store a couple of months ago. Then when she slapped him, he punched her and bruised the side of her head.”
Faster than I expected, she turned around and ran back outside. By the time I’d gotten through the swinging door she was kicking him again.
“That.” Kick. “Wasn’t.” Kick. “Nice.” Kick.
Picking her up with an arm around the waist, I carried her back inside.
“Blood thirsty little Gremlin aren’t you,” I mused, carrying her back over to the bar and jerking my chin up at Annie who was wiping away tears of laughter. “Bourbon.”
Bringing over the bottle and two glasses – good enough – she patted the space on the bar in front of us and walked over to the other laughing patrons.
“What a dick,” Lily whispered to herself, staring at the wooden countertop and shaking her head.
“Drink up,” I instructed, pouring out a healthy measure for both of us and moving her glass closer to her.
Staring at it, she blinked a couple of times and then turned to look up at me. “I don’t drink liquor.”
I paused with the glass in mid-air. “You’re shitting me!”
“Rules,” was all she replied, and I remembered her telling me about her goody two shoes ways.
“Are made to be broken. Now drink!”
Apparently, whenever she broke the rules bad shit happened. What was the worst that could happen here, in the bar run by her family? With me beside her?
* * *
Way too much alcohol later…
The room was spinning as I fell down onto my back on the bed, refusing to let go of her ass, and leaving her no option but to follow me down.
Flipping us, so that I was on top and her back was on my bed, I straddled her waist and tried to pull her tank over her head. Unfortunately, she was too drunk to raise her torso, and I was too drunk to figure it out, so I grabbed a handful either side of her chest and pulled as hard as I could. The sound of ripping material was followed by the peek-a-boo of her tits encased in black lace.
I loved black lace.
“Success!” I yelled, dropping both halves and closing one eye so I could focus on what had been covered so rudely.
With a groan, I pulled the cups down underneath each mound and then face planted, miraculously capturing a nipple in my open mouth.
Shit, she tasted amazing. She even felt and smelt amazing.
Threading her fingers into my hair, Lily groaned and twisted beneath me until she knocked me off as she grabbed a handful of my t-shirt and tried to pull it over my head. Unfortunately, with the angle she was lying at, all she managed to do was gather the bulk of it under my chin, and when she pulled, it closed off my airway making me choke.
“Off,” she ordered, falling back with her arms above her head, making her tits bounce beautifully on impact and leaving me to take it off properly. When I just stayed still staring at her bouncy breasts – replaying their bouncing in my drunken brain – she lifted a hand and slapped my stomach snapping me out of it. “Off!”
Doing as I was told, I took it off, and then decided to just get rid of everything I was wearing at the same time. With a toe to heel maneuver, I got both boots off and kicked them to the side of the room, noticing belatedly that we were in my bedroom.
“Hey,” I snorted, yanking down my jeans, not undoing them or feeling the burn as they scratched down my skin with the belt still done up. “We’re in my house!”
When she didn’t reply, I turned and looked down to see her in a U shape, trying to unhook her bra with her jeans around her knees. Kicking my own off my feet, I climbed in beside her and flipped her over to help out, getting an “Ooof!” as her body thudded face down on the mattress.
Whoever invented bra’s was evil, or sober. An evil sober person who’d probably never been so horny that his dick was going to shoot off his body and go into outer space. My dick felt like it was going to do that, like a bottle rocket – woooooomph off it would go and pass all of the other planets in a matter of seconds.
During all of my musings about bottle rocket cocks, I managed to undo the bra, flip her back around, yank her jeans and panties off, and position myself between Lily’s legs without even realizing.
“Pretty kitty,” she sang, stroking my beard – something which I’d told her it wasn’t throughout the duration of the night and the bottles of bourbon we’d consumed. “You so cute!”
Those were the nicest words anyone had ever said to me, and I felt them all the way down to my soul. In fact, the huge consumption of alcohol had woken that soul up for the first time and it was currently doing the merengue in my chest.
Me and my beard bet she had a pretty kitty too.
That thought had my eyes trailing down her body to the area in question, widening when I saw it really was pretty.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, slowly sliding down. Any faster and I’d probably shoot off the bed seeing as how I only just had control of my muscles at this pace. Had I been sober, I probably wouldn’t have said what I did next. “Meow!” before licking right up the center of it and groaning.
Now I wish I hadn’t been drinking, because the harsh taste of the bourbon meant I couldn’t fully appreciate how amazing she tasted. What I could taste I loved enough to go down for more, so I did.
“Tate,” Lily groaned and swallowed loudly. “Are we going to regret this in the morning?”
It all came out slurred, but I understood every word. Drunk to drunk conversations were the best secrets in the world. No one could figure out what was being said apart from the people involved in it, the secrets were almost always forgotten in the morning and the best plans in the world were formed because of the alcohol.
So, no, we wouldn’t regret this – which I told her before going back to what I was doing.
It felt like hours and seconds at the same time had passed when suddenly her back arched off the bed, her hand grabbed a fistful of hair and she let out a wail as she came. I was having so much fun where I was that I didn’t want to leave her until she started smacking the back of my head.
“Too much,” she gasped, twisting away from me. “Stop.”
Standing up, I pumped my cock a couple of times, groaning at the sparks that flew down my thighs as I did it. I’d stood up for a reason, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Looking around the room to see if I could remind myself by doing that, I missed the moment when she dropped off the bed onto her knees in front of me, her head angled up.
The first inkling I had that she’d moved was when a warm, tight wet mouth closed around the tip of my erection, which I’d still been holding in a fist. When that mouth moved down and met my hand, I looked down in shock.
“What you doing, baby?”
Her garbled response was impossible to decipher this time seeing as how she didn’t stop what she was doing. Not that I’d have made her stop, it felt too good. Who in their right minds would want to stop this?
As my head fell back on my neck and I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling, I remembered suddenly why I’d stood up to begin with.
A condom! Always, always protect your wood, boys.
If I hadn’t been so desperate to actually be inside her in another location on her body, I might have let what she was doing carry on a bit longer, but Lily on her knees on my floor? She deserved rose petals, or the feathers from the wings of angels, not wood. Well, at least, not that kind of wood. Mine was different.
Bending and pulling my cock
from her mouth at the same time, I reached down and picked her up, throwing her back on the bed.
“Stay,” I ordered firmly, adjusting where I was pointing a couple times as her body moved on the bed. “Jesus Jones, woman, would you just stay put!”
“I am,” she huffed, and I saw the three versions of her fall back so she was lying flat on the mattress. “Hurry, Tate.”
Those two words had me tripping toward where my pants were, five million miles away by the door, to pull my wallet out of the pocket.
Of course, my pocket had shrunk at some point, so I had to tear it to get my wallet out, but eventually I was holding it in my hand. Opening it, I reached into that area behind the little slits for credit cards that no one knows what it’s for, and pulled out a condom which had been sitting in it for a while.
Something I would end up kicking myself for in the morning, but sober hindsight and all that.
Carefully pinching the foil packet between my teeth, I tore it open and pulled out the rubber that would keep both of us protected.
Rolling it down my length, I walked over to her, climbed onto the bed and then moved so that I was on top of her, balancing my weight on one shaking arm.
“Are you sure?” I asked, wanting to make sure she was where I was. Women had a choice, they always had a choice even if alcohol was involved– no meant no.
“If you don’t shove that in me,” she hissed pointing to the dick that I was still running my hand up and down slowly, making me pause until I realized it was attached to my body and not just a random cock that had appeared. “I’ll hurt you.”
Angling it, I ran it up and down her pussy, miraculously hitting the target first time around. I might be drunk, but I wanted to take it slowly so I didn’t hurt her.
Apparently, she didn’t share that sentiment though, because she lifted her pelvis upward at the same time as me pulling me down into her, which led to about two inches of my dick going into her at once. I wasn’t like an elephant trunk swinging around its head huge, but I wasn’t a small guy, so slowly would definitely have been better.
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