MAKING UP AND MAKING OUT
MAY 7TH 2004
AOIFE
You know the old saying; don’t poke the bear?
Yeah, I poked him.
Furious at my goading, Joey had decided that the best way to prove that he wasn’t a pussy was by eating mine.
Strewn over the passenger seat of my steamed-up car, which had been fully reclined to the point that my hair was spilling onto the back seat, I rocked my hips against his face, as my fingers clutched at his hair.
“Don’t stop!” As naked as the day I’d been born, and in broad daylight, I gave a grand total of zero fucks, as he drove me to the brink of madness with his fingers and tongue. “Don’t fucking stop, Joe!”
“Ease up on the thigh clenching, Molloy,” he growled, and I looked down to see my thighs squeezing his neck tightly. “You’re cutting off my circulation here.”
“Sorry, sorry,” I cried out, letting my legs fall to his sides, only to feel them spring back up when his tongue flicked over my clit. “I can’t…I can’t…”
“You can either cum or you can kill me,” he warned, prying my thighs open. “You can’t do both.”
“The first one,” I quickly replied, breathless. “I can do the second one later.”
Joey chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
Jesus.
My eyes rolled back of their own accord, and I drowned in the sensations and the unimaginably addictive pulsing of pleasure that he conjured up from deep inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I heard myself cry out as I came hard, shuddering and shaking as shocks of white-hot heat tore through me. “Fuck me, Joe.”
It wasn’t my plea that surprised me as much as it was his response.
He. Laughed.
That’s right; instead of taking advantage of the opportunity I’d offered no other boy before him, the big, bare-chested bastard laughed.
“Wow. Thanks for laughing,” I deadpanned, watching as he flopped back into the driver’s seat and ran a hand through his thoroughly mussed hair. “I feel so special.”
“You should,” he replied, thoroughly amused, as he reached a hand inside his jocks and readjusted his hard on. “I just spent the past half an hour with my head between your legs, Molloy.”
“Which, as you can tell by my earlier screams, I am very grateful for. But I just offered you my virginity on a bloody platter and you laughed at me.”
He laughed again.
Louder this time.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he choked out, trying and failing to sober his features, as he wheezed with laughter. “It’s just…you said bloody…platter.”
“Oh, cop on to yourself!” I flushed bright pink. “You know what I meant.”
“Yeah, I do,” he chuckled. “It just got me.”
“So, come on,” I demanded. “Tell me why you laughed?”
“Because you were high and not thinking it through.”
My mouth fell open. “I don’t take drugs. I’m not you, asshole!”
“Do you still want to give me that virginity of yours?” he shot back, waving a hand around us. “Or have you come down from your cum-high enough to remember that fucking me in a car is not what you’ve held out this long for.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “Oh.”
“Well.” My face flamed as I begrudgingly agreed with his logic. “I suppose I should thank you,” I muttered, as I quickly threw my disheveled school uniform back on. “For being so chivalrous when it comes to my protecting my virginity.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied, re-buttoning his school shirt. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not that guy, Molloy.”
“No,” I blew out a shaky breath, as I flipped my hair over one shoulder and reached for my seatbelt. “I know you’re not, Joe.”
“But I’m not a saint either,” he warned, when he was fully dressed and had the key turned in the ignition. He cast me a heated look and said, “Next time you beg me to fuck you, I won’t say no.”
“Yeah.” I laughed nervously. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”
He winked. “You do that.”
Oh boy…
PHONE CALLS AND PHONIES
JUNE 8TH 2004
JOEY
“And then she poured the jug of water over his head and told him to go fuck himself.” Molloy laughed down the line. “Can you believe the audacity of that man? He thought he could cop a feel, and Julie would just take it lying down?”
“Julie?” I asked, as I tried to balance my phone between my ear and shoulder, while rolling a tire across the garage floor.
“You know Julie.”
I had no clue who Julie was.
“She’s the barmaid that I’m always telling you about.”
Nope, still nothing. This woman was a mystery to me. “Oh, yeah, I remember now,” I said instead. Like I gave a shit about this Julie and her audacious punter. “Good for her,” I added, indulging Molloy for the sake of a quiet life. “Wait – he didn’t touch your tits, did he?”
“No, chill, the only one touching me is you.”
“Good.” Pausing, to sit the tire against the wall, I moved for the next one. “Listen, I’d love to stay and talk, but I’m still at work.” And so are you.
“Yeah, me, too,” she replied with a sigh. “I’m on my break.”
“Well, I’m not,” I replied, growing frustrated by the distraction. It was an unfamiliar feeling for me because when I was at work, I was at work. I didn’t mess about. I put my head down and got shit done. Unlike the deviant on the other line. “So, I’m hanging up now.”
“No, no, no, don’t hang up” Molloy whined down the line. “Stay on the line and keep me company.”
“Call Casey to keep you company,” I replied. “I have a lot to get done here before I clock out.”
“Joe—”
“Do you want to meet up at five?” I growled. “Because that won’t happen if you don’t let me finish my jobs, Molloy.”
“Fine.” She huffed out a breath. “I’ll call Casey.”
“You do that,” I replied. “Bye.”
“Love you.”
“See you at five.”
“Say it.”
“Jesus Christ, just go the fuck back to work.”
“Say it and I will.”
“No.” I blew out a frustrated growl. “Stop pushing.”
“You love it when I push you,” she teased, and then her voice took on a flirty purr when she added, “But you love it even more when I pull you.”
“What have I gotten myself into?”
“The best relationship of your life.”
She wasn’t wrong there. “See you at five.”
POTTY TRAINING AND PEP TALKS
JULY 6TH 2004
JOEY
I didn’t want to be here.
Not in this house, or this family.
Unfortunately for me, God didn’t let children pick their parents.
If he did, then maybe there would be less miserable children in the world.