Page 59 of Lightness In My Dark

It was cold out, so I had brought several blankets. Kye, Amanda, Mason, Sophia, Jared, Monica, Jonathan, and Bethany sat around the fire pit, shouting for us to claim the last car and join them. I grabbed the bottles of wine and glasses out of the basket and placed it inside a refurbished 1941 Ford Sedan Deluxe. We found seats next to Jared. I poured each a glass of wine as the others passed joints around. One came to Wren.

I said, “Uh, she…” as Wren took the joint.

After the second hit, I took it away from her and passed on it. One of us needed to be clearheaded. Amanda glanced over. She got on her knees between Kye’s legs and started rubbing his dick.

I yelled at them. “Why don’t you get in your car for that?”

Amanda continued rubbing as she said, “Why? Are you jealous, Finn?”

“No. I don’t want to fucking see Kye’s junk.”

While still looking at me, she unzipped his pants and started to remove his dick. The others yelled to her it was too early for the shit. Kye zipped up, hauling her onto his lap. She ground her ass into him while examining Wren and me. Wren spit toward her. It dribbled on her chin, and I wiped it away, hiding a laugh.

Jared brought up the wedding, and everyone talked about it. He, Jonathan, Bethany, and Monica told Wren she had done a great job.

Wren squeaked out athankson her way to a numb-filled night.

The women oohed and aahed about the dresses, wedding colors, and table arrangements. The guys laughed at the way they got all excited about it. Sophia and Mason were lip locked, only offering a word or two. Bethany described the wedding she wanted, and Jonathan gave her a crooked smile, liking where their relationship was going.

As the night wore on, everyone’s demeanor chilled, squinty eyed from weed and alcohol. Jonathan and Bethany’s hands were all over each other, even inside of their clothes. Sophia and Mason dry humped each other while Amanda had Kye’s cock in her mouth. Wren watched with fascination until I led her to the car. Best not to have her witness the sexual acts.

We laid across the bed with the basket between us. I offered Wren some crackers, but she was uninterested in food. Her eyes wandered over me, tongue doing its proverbial licks. She moved the basket out of the way, inching closer.

Her head rested on her outstretched arm as her other hand touched my chest.

“We’re not doing anything, Wren.”

In a scratchy voice, she said, “I noticed.” Her body scooted toward me. “I’m trying to change that.”

“No. I’m not doing anything with you while you’re wasted.”

She rolled halfway on top of me and pressed a hard kiss to my lips. I loved kissing her. My dick was hard enough to hammer a nail into a two-by-four. It had to stop for her sake as much as mine. I rolled her onto her side.

The driver’s door opened, and Amanda popped her head in and asked, “Whatcha guys doing?”

Wren sat up, narrowed her eyes, as if they could get any narrower, and said, “None of your business. Get out!”

“Fuck you, Wren.” She bit her bottom lip, gazing at me. “Finn, you know what I got. I can take care of whatever she can’t.” And she sneered at Wren.

Before I could stop it, Wren kicked Amanda in the shoulder and said, “He doesn’t want your infected, scabby pussy.” I howled and then blocked Amanda from smacking Wren.

“You bitch! I’ve made him come—”

I yelled, “Kye! Get Amanda the fuck out of here.”

He threw her over his shoulder and disappeared.

I gave her an astonished expression. “Language, Wren!”

She threw her head back and had a giggle fit until her eyes closed, falling asleep. Her short hair hung listlessly over her forehead. I brushed it aside, cuddled her into my chest, and closed my eyes. Wren’s smell and small body soothed me, and before I knew it, I fell asleep with her in my arms.

I woke to Wren staring at me, her hand caressing my cheek. We smiled at each other.

“How are you feeling?” I tried imitating a woman when I said, “You got sassy there with Amanda.”

She tucked her head down and laughed. I pushed off my arm to see some guys still in their cars. The others must have left. Motioning to Wren, we collected the blankets and basket and crept out of the yard. The drive home was a comfortable silence. It seemed like Wren and I were at the stage where we should be, enjoying each other and having fun.

Chapter 27 - Jokes on You

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