Page 60 of The C*ck Down the Block

Oh yeah, let me at him. This was the creepo that had not only proposed disgusting things to Trixie, he’d fucked up my chances with her as a consequence. If he wasn’t such a slimeball, I might have been with her all these years. “Where? I’d like to have a word with him. And by word, I mean his face meeting my foot.”

Trixie squeezed my hand tighter, and I needed to calm my tits and support her right now, not give into my absolute anger. “You want to go?”

“No. I want to ignore him, and Rachel, and Amanda. Like you said, not caring about what she does will probably be worse than anything I could say or do. So, let’s mingle and maybe dance, and then we can go.”

“You’re a lot more fucking mature than I am.” Lulu scowled in the direction of the asshole. “While I would enjoy watching Chris beat the snot out of that guy, I, too, would like to mingle and dance with my beautiful wife. Let’s scandalize this place by not caring what anyone thinks of us and enjoy ourselves.”

And that’s what we did. Most everyone here had been at last night’s event, so they weren’t as shell shocked that I was here, and I only got asked for a few autographs. Which I obliged. The DJ did a decent job of playing a bunch of songs that were popular when we were in high school, and I put in a request for the cheesiest T-Swift slow-dance love song from back then.

When it came on, Trixie’s eyes lit up. “I love this song. They played it at prom, and I almost cried because I didn’t get to dance to it.”

I pulled her into my arms, and we swayed to the music. “Why didn’t you get to dance?”

If it was because Asshole Anthony had taken her, that was one more mark on his already black soul. What a fucker.

“I didn’t have a date.” She held me a little bit closer. “Lu and I went stag, because I didn’t want to miss out on the memory, even if I didn’t have someone to take me.”

I should have fucking asked Trixie. “I would have taken you if I’d known.”

“You couldn’t have.” She rubbed her hand along my jaw in a way that had me longing for so much more from her. “Your prom was the same night.”

“I would have skipped it for you.” I barely recalled the girl I’d taken to my prom, but if I’d gone to hers, it would have been a night to remember.

“I thought you were too cool for me back then.” She smiled up at me with so much love in her eyes that I wanted to pull her glasses off so I could stare into them with nothing else between us. “I never would have had the nerve to ask you to my prom.”

“You really didn’t know?” I’d been in love with the girl next door for a long time. “God, I had the biggest crush on you back then, Trix. I probably would have come in my pants if we’d danced this close back then.” I pulled her close enough that the erection I was sporting now pressed against her belly.

“Why, Mr., Kingman,” Her eyes went faux wide. “I didn’t know you brought a football with you.”

Such a tease. “Why don’t we go home, and I’ll show you my football.”

“I’m a major fan of your football. So, I’d say that sounds like a great idea.”

When the song ended, I kissed Trixie, long and deep, right there in front of all her classmates, the nuns, and God. I kissed her until there were whistles, and the DJ started up a new song. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. Let me just go to the bathroom first, and I’ll meet you at the beehive.” She waved to Lulu and Mina, who’d been dancing nearby, to join her, because women had to go to bathrooms in packs, and I hit the refreshment table while I waited. No peehive punch for me, but I grabbed a couple of bottles of water. I had a feeling I’d need some extra hydration for the night ahead.

“So, Bea Moore, huh? I dated her back in high school.” A voice I didn’t recognize spoke from behind me. But I already knew who this was. Asshole Anthony.

“Yeah. But she goes by Trixie.” Asshole. I said that part in my head because I wasn’t starting a scene two minutes before we were leaving. But I couldn’t help a little dig. “But from what she said, you didn’t really date, and she dumped you.”

“Right. She’s a hell of a prude. But I’m sure you know that.”

She was far from it, but I wasn’t discussing our sex life with this jackass. “You’ll excuse me if I don’t stay.”

I took two steps away from him to go find Trix, but he didn’t shut up. “Made for a hell of a good story for the Sunshine Babcock fan club.”

I turned and stared at Anthony, balling my up my fists. He didn’t seem to notice that I was going to smear him across the gymnasium floor. He just kept fucking talking shit.

“And I’m not the only one with the same story. Her boyfriend Tate in college is in the club too, and he said he couldn’t get in her pants either. Said she’d do everything but let him fuck her.” Anthony chuckled, actually fucking chuckled. “Hey man, you should join. Unless you’re the one to finally pop the porn star’s daughter’s cherry. Bet you haven’t though, have you?”

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TRIXIE

I came out of the bathroom feeling like the night was a success. Sure Rachel had brought Anthony, or rather Amanda had under Rachel’s direction. Lulu had scoped out the gossip and found out that Asshole Anthony was actually some kind of cousin of Rachel’s. He’d definitely kept that fact from me in high school.

If Amanda really was dating him, I felt sorry for her. And if she wasn’t, I also felt sorry for her. What an awful so-called friend Rachel was to her. But if she hadn’t learned that after all these years, she probably wasn’t ever going to.

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