Chapter One

 

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.