Page 55 of Fighting the Tide
“Avery, you literally graduated yesterday,” I chastise her as her laugh grows louder in my ear.
“Yeah, well, now it’s official.It also helps that she was my psychology professor.She kind of lets me know how the different traumas of my life have formed me.”We both laugh at that, and I can’t express just how happy I am for her for finally moving on.
“We should let her take a stab at me,” I suggest.“We’ll put that degree to good use.”
Avery’s full belly laugh comes through the line and then she says, “Hell no!I’d like this one to stick around, Nolan.”
“Well, you know I’m not going back home either, so we should plan to meet up for about a week or so.I mean, you could stay here, but we’d be sharing a futon.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time, but I’ll have to pass.I’m not sleeping anywhere where you’ve shed your DNA.You can come here for a week.”
“Where are you staying now?”I ask as I get up and walk to my fridge, pulling a beer out from inside.
“Um… well, my girlfriend has a three-bedroom apartment here in Boston.”I nearly choke on my beer as I place it down on the counter and cough into the phone.“For fuck’s sake,” she grumbles.
“You really did make it official,” I gasp out between coughs.
“Yeah, I did.”Even though she should sound happy right now, she sounds a little sad, and I know the exact reason why.Because, like me, Avery has moved on physically, but inside, I know she still thinks of Monica every day.
“I’ll give you a call later,” I tell her.“I need to take a shower.”
“I don’t even want to know what your body smells like.You’re a walking, talking STD.”
“Hey!I get tested every six months!I wrap up… sometimes twice!”The click in my ear makes me laugh as I set my cell phone on the counter and begin to take my clothes off to step into the shower.
I’m in there for about ten minutes, rinsing the shampoo from my hair, when the shower curtain slides open.“Well, if that isn’t my most favorite appendage.”Cassie’s voice floats in over the sound of the water spray as I crack an eye open and look at her.
“I knew I should’ve locked that door.”I grin as she pulls the dress she’s wearing over her head, revealing her naked body.It’s the one thing I like about Cassie.She’s always ready to go.“Grab a condom from the drawer there.”I point to the drawer under the sink.
“I’m on the pill, Nolan,” she huffs as she grabs one anyway, and then steps into the shower with me.“We can fuck like animals without a problem.”
“We can do the same with a condom on,” I inform her as I run the latex down my length.“Now turn around and put your hands on the wall.This is going to be a little rough.”
Cassie takes my direction eagerly and tips her ass up in the air, waiting for me to fill her pussy with my cock.I move her over a bit so the spray from the showerhead hits her lower back.Who doesn’t like the sound of wet flesh when it’s being slapped?My palm meets her ass cheek with a loudclap,and I snicker when she gasps, her ass tensing as I force her cheeks apart and thrust into her pussy.She cries out from the intrusion, only spurring me on faster, the sounds of our slapping flesh like a hedonistic symphony.
“You always feel so good,” Cassie moans as she tightens like a noose around my cock.
“I know, baby,” I coo as I pound into her, my balls slapping off her clit as her cries overpower the sounds of our heated flesh.I reach around and grab her full tits, squeezing them in my palms as my balls tighten with an impending orgasm.“Come around my cock,” I demand.
I slip my fingers through her hair and yank her head back as her pussy explodes around my length, pulsing as I let go and coming so hard that I see fucking stars.Then I pull out of her and step back under the spray as I remove the condom.“Jesus, Nolan,” she gasps as she turns around, her back hitting the tiled wall.“Nice place, by the way.”
“Thanks.”I grin at her as I offer her the shower and step out to grab my towel.“Pizza?”
“Pineapple!”she calls out as I leave the bathroom with a groan.
“Fucking nasty,” I mumble as I open my drawer to pull out a pair of boxers and track pants.Cassie has an absurd obsession with pineapple on pizza, and I had been hoping she would get the fuck over it, but that time hasn’t come yet.
I order a large half meat lover and half Hawaiian as we settle in to watch Girl, Interrupted, Cassie’s pick.I just pop in the DVD when her cell phone rings and she gives me a sheepish smile.“Sorry,” she murmurs as she reaches into her jacket pocket hanging from the end of my futon.“Hey, Ma,” she says sweetly into the phone.
She suddenly sits up straight as a gasp leaves her, the sound making my head snap around to look at her.“Wait, Mom.Slow down.What happened?”My heart begins to pound in my chest as the pulsing nearly steals the breath from my lungs.No.It can’t be.“Oh my God, are you sure?”A tear falls from her eye as I stand, already grabbing my jacket from the hook by the door.“I’ll leave right now.”She stands as her voice shakes and her eyes finally meet mine.I already know who it’s about because of the squeezing in my chest.“Okay, Mom.Thank you for calling.”
“What is it?”I ask as soon as she hangs up and her phone hits my futon.
“There’s been an accident.”My jacket falls from my hand as I stare at her, my lungs refusing to work as the room tunnels around me.“It’s Brooke.”
“Is she…?”I can’t swallow past the lump in my throat as I try but fail to suck in a breath.
“She’s in the hospital, but it’s bad.Sean was killed.He was driving.”The words are garbled as they swim through my mind, my hand landing on the back of the futon to stop me from falling to the ground.Sean Clark and Brooke Eastham were together again and probably on the path to destruction.
