Page 1 of Chucky’s Pride

Maria

Today is my first day back at work in over a month. I took an extended vacation just to get away for a while. The first week on vacation I stayed in Memphis with my best friend Rae. After all the nights spent trying to drink all the Jack Daniels in the area, I am completely surprised my liver is still working properly.

She and I spent most nights partying down on Beale Street, which is where I got my tongue pierced. I had said I was going to do it since my nineteenth birthday several months ago. At first having something like that in your mouth feels really weird, but then you get so used to it, and you forget it’s even there. Well, except you find yourself twirling it around in your mouth constantly.

“Good God, I wish you’d stop doing that. It seriously looks like it would hurt,” my aunt, and the boss, remarks as I walk in.

We all work in the family owned gas station. It’s practically the only one in this little town. Aunt Joy is the manager, my mom is the assistant manager, and I work as a cashier. I have worked here for only about three years, but my mom and Aunt have been here longer.

“It doesn’t hurt at all, Aunt Joy. You just don’t like seeing it because you are a prude.” I add as I stick my tongue out at her causing her to laugh.

“Kaye, can’t you do something with your daughter?” she demands of my mom, who is busy stocking the shelves.

“She is twenty years old, Joy. I blame her father for the way that she is.”

“You can’t blame Daddy, Momma. I spent most of my childhood with you,” I smile.

“Why would you get such a thing in your mouth anyway?” my mom asks.

“Because it makes blowjobs a little more interesting,” I answer as I wag my eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way. My aunt wrinkles her nose and Mom just shakes her head and goes back to stocking the shelves. I just laugh as my Aunt Joy wrinkles her nose at me.

We hear a rumble from outside as a lone rider on a motorcycle pulls up to the gas pumps. From behind the counter, I watch as he gets off the bike and takes his helmet off. All the hair on my arms and neck stand on end as I watch him walk towards the door.

As he steps through the door, his eyes cut my way and just about sucks all the air from my body. His blue eyes have me rooted to one spot.

“Bathroom?” he asks.

I vaguely hear my aunt answer his question as I am still standing there like a crazy person watching him stroll to the bathrooms.

My body has never acted like that just from looking at a man. I do have to admit that he is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. There is just no way he’s from around here. They don’t grow them like that in Mississippi.

Hell, they don’t grow them like that in Tennessee, either. I should know. I just spent most of my vacation there and not once found a guy that even remotely got a second look from me.

A few minutes later, he stands at the counter as I ring up the drinks and snacks he picked out.

I bite my tongue ring, swirling it outside my teeth without even paying attention. “You from around here?” I ask casually.

“I’m from all over really, but currently staying with some of my brothers on the other side of Tupelo. But, I’ll be close by here for a few days. Don’t know many people around here,” he drawls as he looks up at me with a grin.

All I can think is, Oh, fuck me. He has dimples. I feel my nipples tightening up against my thin shirt, and I pray he can’t see it.

“My name is Maria,” I grin, “so now you know me. Would you like to get a drink Friday night? I know a really good bar we could go to,” I add breathlessly.

“Sounds good to me,” he tells me. “Everyone calls me Chucky.” He holds his hand out to me palm up, and it takes me a minute to realize he wants my phone.

I watch as he calls himself and hands it back.

“I’ll text ya about the details, beautiful.” He grins at me as he takes his purchases and backs out the door, staring the whole way.

“Good lord, he sure was pretty. If only I were about thirty years younger,” I hear from behind me.

“I thought Maria was going to pass out from the look on her face when she looked at him the first time. She didn’t look like she was breathing.” My mother jokes to my Aunt.

“She’s still not talking, which is strange, should we check her pulse and make sure she is still alive?” asks my Aunt as I turn around to glare at them which doesn’t stop them from laughing at my expense.

“Did you at least get his number?” mom finally asks.

“Better than that, I asked him out for a drink this Friday night.” I finally smile wide at them both.

“Just don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.” My aunt winks.

“Knowing you two, that doesn’t leave a whole lot out.” I laugh as they both huff and walk away.

I’ll never get tired at riling the two of them up. For one, they make it entirely too easy to do. Even though they both love going out and having a good time, they are both still a little old fashioned about some things.

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