Page 551 of Hell Hath No Fury
“This whole camping out in the front yard thing is so very redneck,” she said.
Bellamy slammed the hood, and I turned around, wiping my hands on the towel hung from the low-slung waist of my jeans.
Nora stood in front of Drew, her back to me as she bent over to slip out of her shorts. I bit my lip, telling my dick to calm down while thanking God for small swimsuit bottoms.
Over the past few months, I’d had my face and fingers in her pussy, my dick in her mouth, and damn… I’d never been so hard-up for anyone in my life. Because she refused to fuck me again.Refused.Three years ago, I’d taken her virginity, and she swore it was a one-time thing. A one-time thing I’d been trying like hell to make an all-the-time thing.
She bent a little farther, the small string of her swimsuit bottom slipping farther into her perfect crack. My blood flow shifted, and so did I, trying to adjust the hard-on quickly growing in my jeans.
Nora shot me a glance when she headed toward the carport.
“You call it redneck, and yet you're dragging up a lawn chair to camp out, too,” I said when she pulled out another ratty chair.
“I’mfrom Dayton.” She lugged it across the concrete to the weed-littered lawn. “I’m born and bred redneck.”
And hot as fuck. She plopped down onto the worn mesh, her tits bouncing. Nipples hard through the thin material.
“Stop staring at my tits like you’ve never seen a pair, Wolf.” She readjusted her top with a glare.
“They weren’t that big when I sucked on them.” They were. Because I had sucked on them last night. And the night before. But this denial crap was part of what had me so hard for her.
“You’re gross.” And so was she, begging me to come on her tits, then rubbing it in with a smile.
“I’m gross. And yet, you gave me your cherry juice.” Everyone knew I had taken her virginity. What no one knew was that she had taken mine, too. Rumors had run rampant in high school, painting me out to be a complete player before my balls had even dropped. But what teenage boy would ever admit he wasn’t dicking down half the girls in school?
“Yeah, well,” she said, “there’s no accounting for poor decisions and youth.”
Drew snorted. “I still cannot believe you fucked Wolf. He’s almost as bad as Hendrix.”
Nora glared at her. “No one comes close to being as bad as Hendrix.”
That used to be the damn truth. Now he was all loved up with his ex-girlfriend. Which left me as the last player standing. The sole survivor. The ultimate warrior.
Unless Nora wanted to change that…
* * *
Dad’s big rig was gone when I pulled up in front of our triple wide that afternoon. I stepped into the instant relief of the air-conditioned home and snatched the sticky note from the TV screen.
There are some Hungry Man meals in the freezer. See you on Tuesday. Love, Pops
I went to the kitchen and popped one into the microwave, sorting through the mail on the counter while I waited on it to heat. Bills. Collection agencies from the hospital. Dad had always busted his ass, and until Mom had gotten diagnosed with cancer, our family had done all right. The minute her treatment started, though, I had to do what any other desperate person in Dayton did. Make money any way I could, cutting lawns for the rich assholes in Barrington, dealing weed, stealing cars…
The microwave beeped, and I grabbed my meal, taking it into the living room to watch TV. I watched a replay of the old Bama versus Florida game and was halfway through some crappy horror flick when Hendrix texted me.
Human Amoeba: Party tomorrow night at my house.
Human Amoeba: Bring your own beer, you stumpy, ogre-faced gremlin.
I sent a picture of my middle finger, then swiped to the text message thread between Nora and me. Nearly two months of sext messaging. Dirty pictures. Dirty promises. I scrolled past the last picture of her pussy, my blood flow shifting. It wasn’t just the teasing or the orgasms, though. I’d had a thing for her since eighth grade.
The girl came across as shy, but once you got to know her, she really wasn’t. She was sarcastic as hell and made me laugh. I spent two months trying to get up the nerve to ask her to date me. Somehow, we ended up having sex before I actually had asked her out, then when I did, she laughed. Broke my teenage heart.
Me: All I could think about when you bent over today was sliding my cock between your ass cheeks.
Nora: Were you hard for me?
The memory of her ass in that swimsuit popped into my mind and my jeans tented.
