Page 2 of Leather & Lace

The POS went out on me multiple times. Dicking down whatever female would give him the time of day. Needing to stroke his own ego due to his deep insecurities. Me being a naive idiot at the time, allowed him to saunter back in time and time again because I believed I loved him.

What a joke man. Jenny was always right about ‘little dick’. I was wasting my time on a fucker who didn’t even deserve one glance from me. But being the stupid teenage girl, lost in a bad lay, it took me a while to see the truth. Way to fucking long.

Jenny and I have always been close. She pretty much lived with my mother and I for two years when she was nine, while her mother was in and out of rehabs for whatever drugs she could get her hands on. Ever since her father went to prison when she was eight years old for manslaughter, her mother was never the same. She completely checked out mentally and abandoned her daughter. Void of all emotions.

The random men her mother would have come in and out of her life would hurt Jenny. Some would take advantage of her innocence. She hasn’t opened up much to me about it all. I know she pushes that trauma deep down inside herself, locking it into its own little barbed wire cage. I think that is why sex, just isn’t a big deal for her anymore. Since she was ripped of her innocence at such a young age, she doesn’t see the importance anymore.

Now, she just sees it as a physical act to get some type of high from, some kind of vice to help her with the noise that constantly fills her tortured mind. Something she has complete control over.

My mother becamehers. I still believe that is the only reason why she made it through school and stayed away from drugs. Even after her mother got clean and married a wealthy man, Jed Jones, who owns the local Volkswagen dealership, God, he’s a douchebag. She would still sneak over at night and stay in my room with me. We would bundle up together and watch our favorite cheesy scary movies while we shoved our faces full of salt coated, buttery popcorn. My mother was always ok with that. She loves Jenny like she is her own child. Maybe she doesn’t agree with everything Jenny does in her spare time, but nonetheless, she loves her.

She saved Jenny. Now, Jenny has her own addictions,boys. Which reminds me so much of my Aunt Eve. It was a high she was never able to reach, despite how many hits she took. Probably because she never felt love from her father. Which I get as well, because I haven’t known mine since he left me at age 3.

But instead of me opening myself to boys, I am terrified. My mother was both a protector and nurturer. I was lucky. I still want to chase that high though. I want to feel what it’s like to be truly wanted. Craved. Longed for. I want to get over that fear and let myself fall.

I want to know what true pleasure really feels like. Like what Jenny has told me of her own physical experiences. The mind-blowing orgasms she had experienced from a few of the football team boys. Some by way of a hot threesome at the parties we would attend in a parent’s bedroom and others of men that stole her heart that were much too old for her.

The other girls always called her names behind her back, out of pure jealousy. That their man wanted her more than them, but we never let it affect us. She would never touch any man that was attached. If any girl ever said one tasteless word about her in my presence they would have my fist in their fucking face. Sisters. That is what we are. Blood or not.

I was always so jealous and envious of her. The long, glowing blonde hair, sun kissed skin, big breasts, little waist. Her toned legs looked a mile long. Her baby blue eyes that could pull any man she wanted with just the flick of a gaze. Just the scent of her strawberry perfume would have a man drop to his knees and beg her for one night.

Me on the other hand, have plain, jet-black hair that falls past my chest, onyx eyes that I am sure I inherited from my absent father. Pale skin that always burns in the sun and slightly underdeveloped breasts that though they are not small, they do not compare to Jenny's mountains.

I have thick thighs that bring out even more insecurities about myself. I would say I am pretty. Maybe a little plain. An inexperienced girl who wants to shed that skin and live for once. Be free. Let myself live in the moment. Jenny and I are stark opposites in looks but feel one of the same souls. Night and Day. Sun and Rain.

BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP!I hear suddenly, jolted out of my wandering thoughts.

“Brooklyn Eve Winters Hurry the fuck up! We got to hit the road!” I hear Jenny yelling outside, Pour It Up by Rihanna blaring from her car. I run over quickly to my window, slide it up and yell back.

“I am almost done, just give me one more minute!” A squill quickly left my voice. Laughing I raced around my room, throwing in the rest of my ripped jeans, shorts, seasonal shirts, little dresses, underwear and necessities I had scattered on my bed. Grabbing my suitcase, I raced out of my room, down the stairs to her waiting at her black Volkswagen, trunk open.

“Took ‘ya long enough babe,” she says while taking one last drag of her cigarette and stomping it out. I gave her a small smile and quickly threw my suitcase in the back. Shutting the trunk, I turned around to face my mother one last time.

Jumping into her arms, she says, “Now don’t get too lost out there. Remember who you are. Don’t break too many hearts. You be safe my love. Both of you girls. And study Brooklyn!” Kissing my head gently, I turn and get into the car. My mother grabs Jenny one last time, hugging her tightly while whispering into her ear.

I cannot hear whatever it is because of the blaring music from her bumping speakers. She nods at my mother and jumps into the driver’s seat. Tears fill my eyes once again as the car pulls out of the driveway and speeds down the road. Turning around I see my mother one last time, tears flowing down her beautiful porcelain face, gripping her shirt above her heart and waving goodbye.

CHAPTER 2

BROOKLYN

The sun was slowly setting by the time Jenny, and I arrived on campus. It’s bustling with so much energy. Students filling the common areas in the courtyards, leaning against the trees in groups. Little stands set up for clubs and informational educational flyers. She parks and I step out. Breathing it all in. The energy is buzzing all around me.

Or could that be the flask of whiskey Jenny had hidden for us in the car ride over that she stole from Jed? But whatever it is, feels fucking amazing. I am free! A bird finally flying out of my mother’s oh-so-neat nest. Letting the wind lift under my wings to sail towards the endless sky. I can’t keep the smile off my beaming face.

Stretching her hands up towards the serene sky, Jenny says, “Can you fucking believe it babe? We finally made it! And thank god your mother allowed you to be on the IUD like me!" She says as she looks around the courtyard at all of the gawking men staring at us. We both look at one another and screech in excitement, dancing around the car to the trunk to get out our belongings. As we open the back up and start to pull out our suitcases, we hear a whistle from behind us.

“Hotdamnladies! The girls keep getting better and better each year!” Two men stand behind us, both wearing black leather jackets, dressed as if they just got off a motorcycle or possibly in some motorcycle gang. “Can we help you ladies take up your things?” The one with the dark hair, the sunset casting off his mulatto skin and forest green eyes says to Jenny. She blushes quickly. He is an attractive man. Tall, at least six footfour, muscular build and a shiny white perfect smile. Fuck. Jenny’s type to a T.

“You know, I would greatly appreciate that.” She says with a wink.

The other man standing with him is a bit shorter,I would guess around six foot even, sandy blonde hair, blue oceanic eyes and a toned figure. I can tell he is a bit more introverted than his buddy. He takes a quick look at me and smiles, then shifts his chin towards the ground as if a bit embarrassed. It’s cute.

“Ok, Dollface”, the tall dark-haired man says while walking over, shooting her a quick wink and picking up her suitcase from the trunk. “Just let us know where to take it.” He says while giving her a bright, cunning smile. This man has the biggest ego I have ever encountered.

“Well, first of all” she starts, “what are your names? I mean we must know who these chivalrous men are, coming to aid us damsels in distress,” she says while taking a small step towards him.

“I’m Dane Carter,” he says looking down at her, “and that is Chase Beckham.” Pointing behind him to his buddy. Not leaving her eye contact. “What’s your name, Dollface?”

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