It was a warm summer night
and all the windows were open. Chloe could hear the cicadas and crickets
through the screen door as she sat on the couch texting her friend Emily. She
was wearing a short, tight, pink tank top without a bra and white short shorts
but was still hot.
There was a reality show on
TV about alligator wrestlers or something. She thought it was amazingly stupid
but Darrel liked it, and she wasn't going to argue with him. Darrell was very
unpleasant when he got angry, and he got angry pretty easily these days, having
been unemployed for a while.
She hadn't told him she'd
borrowed money from her parents, for example, to buy groceries and buy gas for
the pickup. That would put him in a bad mood. And she was wearing the small,
gray cotton short shorts because Darrell liked them on her, even though a skirt
wouldn't have been cooler.
Every time she got up to go
and get him a beer in the kitchen or to go to the bathroom or to do anything
else his hand always slid in to give her butt a squeeze before she drew out of
range. She kind of liked that and then kind of didn't. It was nice that he
thought she was hot, of course, but sometimes he was kind of rough.
On the other hand,
sometimes him being rough turned her on, and she knew
it, and she knew he knew it, so she couldn't really complain. Darrell had never
been a soft spoken or gentle man, and she hadn't been attracted to him because
he was kind and sensitive. He was a big man with big muscles. That was what had
attracted her to him.
He was hot! And he made her
feel hot!
Headlights drew her eyes up
from the screen and she frowned, for their house was down a curved dirt
driveway, which meant visitors.
“Who could that be?” she
asked, putting her phone down.
“Probably Phil. He said he
might come over,” Darrell said.
She tsked at him and
started to get up.
“Where you going?”
“I want to put a bra on, at
least!
His arm slid around her
waist as she stood up and yanked her back. Chloe yelped in surprise, and sat
back across his lap as he grinned down at her.
“You afraid Phil will see
your big boobs, baby?”
“Darrell!” she gasped,
wriggling and trying to stand.
Then Phil knocked at the
screen door and Darrell told him to come on in.
Chloe blushed as the man
entered. He was shorter and more slender than Darrell, with tousled reddish
blonde hair. He was wearing denim shorts and a light blue shirt which was
unbuttoned down the middle.
“Hey Darrell,” he said,
waving a hand negligently. “What ya doing?”
Darrell tightened his arm
around her waist, which meant he wasn't letting her up, so Chloe stopped
struggling.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said.
“Watching TV. What about
you? Anything going on?”
“Naw, quiet night.”
Phil drove a tow truck,
which was probably what was parked out front now.
“Maybe when the bars let
out.”
“Yeah, well, there's some
action on highway nine sometimes when Barneys shuts down. Too many cars trying to
get onto a two lane road with no passing. Then you got the guys coming out from
the titty bars in the city.”
“I don't need to go to no
titty bar. I got Chloe here,” Darrell said with a possessive smirk.
His left arm was around her
waist, and his right hand was caressing her thigh, uncomfortably high, which
was why she'd put her hands in her lap to block him going too much higher in
front of Phil.
“Yeah, she'd make a lot of
money dancing,” Phil said with a grin.
“I bet she would too,”
Darrell said, “But she's my private dancer.”
Which was more than true,
Chloe knew, for she'd often given him lap dances, and if their house had a pole
he'd have her swinging around it too.
His right hand rose up and
her two hands slid down to block access to her crotch, but he bypassed her
entirely and cupped her full breast through the tank top. She blushed and
shoved his hand away as he laughed in amusement.
“Darrell,” she hissed. “Be
nice!”
“Darlin', you know I'm
always nice!” he said with a broad grin.
“Hey, I heard they sold the
old box factory,” Phil said.
“Yeah? To who?”
“Dunno, but if someone
bought it they're gonna be building something, and that means they gotta hire
people.”
“Probably for minimum
wage,” Darrell snorted.
“Better n' nothing,” Phil
said.
“My sister used to work at
the box factory,” Chloe said. “I should call her and tell her.”
“We don't even know who
bought it yet,” Darrell said. “Besides, your sister's a lazy skank. Nobody'd
want to hire her if they had a choice.”
“My sister is not a skank!”
she said, slapping at his chest.
“She's lazy.”
“Well, kind of, but she
just hasn't found something that she likes to do.”
“I know what I like to do,”
he said, his hand diving in between her thighs and cupping her sex.
Chloe gasped, and shoved
his hand away, and he and Phil laughed in masculine amusement.
She wriggled and tried to
pull free again.
“Darrell, it's hot,” she
sighed in complaint.
“Yeah, and yer getting me
hot, baby,” he said with a grin.
Which she didn't mind at
all except that Phil was there looking on and smirking.
She gasped as the arm
around her retreated, but only because his hand slid up through her thick
blonde hair (which used to be brown) and jerked her head in and over so he
could kiss her fiercely. She pressed her hands against his chest, but not with
any great determination, for Darrell was a great kisser, and even though Phil
watching made her uneasy, she still moaned helplessly into his mouth as her
lips melted against his.
“Would you two like to be
alone?” Phil asked after several long seconds.
Chloe gasped in pain as
Darrell jerked back on her hair, pulling her mouth back from his.
“Just kissing muh girl,
bro!” Darrell said in amusement.
“Tod wants to set up a
football game in Browns Park tomorrow. You wanna come?” Phil asked.
“Maybe. What time?”
“Round ten or so.”
“I could maybe do that,”
Darrell said.
“Ow! Darrell!” Chloe
complained as he pulled back further on her hair.
“See how good this makes
her look?” Darrell said in amusement as her back was arched sharply back.
Chloe flushed again. She
wasn't wearing a bra because it was hot, and because Darrell liked her to wear
short, tight tank tops, at least around the house, but now she felt a dark
thrill shoot through her, along with more than a little anxiety.
It wasn't like Darrell
hadn't ever enjoyed showing her off to his friends before, nor that he much
cared if it embarrassed her. Because the thing was that Darrell knew her pretty
well by now, and knew she'd forgive him just about anything.
Plus he knew that however
embarrassing stuff like that was he could always manage to get her turned on
anyway!
Sure enough she felt his
right hand slide down between her legs, firmly cupping and rubbing her through
the short shorts.
“D-Darrell!” she gasped,
her right hand trying to reach for him even though her head was being forced
sharply back.
She couldn't do much to
stop him, though, and then she jerked in even more embarrassment as his hand
slid down through the waistband of her shorts and even into her thong!
He jerked her head up
again, but only to pull her mouth against his for a fierce kiss as his fingers
found her sex and stroked her roughly.
“You heard anything from
Bob?” he asked, pulling her head roughly back by the hair again and making her
back arch.
“Still marching back and forth I guess,” Phil
said. “I think he was nuts to join the army.”
“Maybe. There ain't no wars
now, though. He might just have it pretty easy. Anyway, he's out of this shit
hole.”
His fingers were still
stroking up and down along the line of her neatly shaven sex, and across her
clitoris, making Chloe's insides twist and squirm as her tightening chest
fought for air.
“He might wind up getting
sent to Iraq or something,” Phil said.
“Iraq probably ain't no
hotter than this place.”
“Darrell!” Chloe whispered
urgently, as she felt his middle fingers sinking slowly through the moist,
sweating lips of her sex.
She moaned as they drove
fully up inside her, and Darrell jerked her head up and forward again.
“You want a beer man?”
“Is the pope Catholic?”
Phil got up and went to the
small kitchen as Darrell jerked her forward to kiss her roughly again, then
jerked her back. He seemed to be amused by his ability to use her thick hair
like a handle to jerk her in and back. But then, she knew, Darrell always liked
to be the guy in charge. Of course, she'd always wanted him to be in charge.
She wasn't a girl who
generally liked trying to figure out how to do things. Whenever there was a
problem, she asked Darrell, and Darrell usually told her what to do or took
care of it himself. She liked that about having a man, that
he would take care of stuff.
But it meant that, over the
last year and a half of their relationship, she'd come to cede most of the
decision making to Darrell on just about everything. And of course, that
included when they were going to have sex, or even fool around, and this wasn't
the first time he had pawed and groped her in front of his friends, nor the
second, nor third.
And Chloe really didn't
like it! It embarrassed her! But at the same time, it excited her, having some
guy looking at her like that who wasn't Darrell, but sort of with Darrell's
permission, kind of. It was very confusing to a girl who was only nineteen and
hadn't finished high school.
She gave him a stern look,
mouthing a wordless complaint as Phil got his beer, but he only grinned back at
her.
“You are so hot and sexy,
baby,” he purred.
Phil returned with his
beer.
“You coulda fuckin' got me
one, buddy.”
“I didn't know you was
empty.”
Phil got up and got another
beer, then slapped it down on the table next to where Darrell was sitting.
Darrell got it and lifted
it to his mouth to take a lazy swig. His other hand was still down the front of
Chloe's shorts, and though she clutched his wrist there was no way she could
make him pull it free. He had what felt like three fingers inside her now as
his thumb casually stroked against her clitoris, and she felt her insides churn
wildly.
But then he spit the
mouthful of beer out on her chest!
“Whoops,” he said,
smirking.
“Darrell! You asshole!” she
gasped, slapping at her chest.
The tank top was thin
enough to become partially see-through when it was wet, and Darrell grinned at
her as she tried to fold her arms across her chest.
“Who you calling an
asshole?”
“You! You're an asshole!”
“Sounds like your woman is
disrespecting you, man,” Phil said with a grin.
“You keep out of this!”
Chloe exclaimed.
“We can't have my woman
being rude to people,” Darrell said.
And with that he put down
the beer and then flipped her over onto her belly.
“Darrell! Hey! Don't!”
He laughed as he adjusted
her slender body so her hips were up across his and her bottom rested right
below him. He kneaded her through the thin shorts, then gripped the waistband
and yanked them down, taking her thong with them!
Chloe squealed, her face
heating up as Phil laughed in amusement.
“Bad girl, Chloe,” Darrell
said.
Crack! His open hand slapped down
against her wriggling bare bottom.
“Ow! Darrell!”
Crack! He slapped her bottom
again, and it stung!
“Darrell!”
“You gonna be a good girl?”
Crack!
“Ow! Yes!”
Crack!
“You promise?”
“Yes!”
“Say yes, sir.”
“You're an asshole!”
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Ow! Oh! Darrell! Ouch!”
He chuckled in amusement as
her bottom began to redden.