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that distracted by my rage? I tried again, and the same thing happened. I had to use my cloth napkin to blot my boobs, which mortified me even further in front of Dyno.
Worse, he was laughing . Despite trying to act all Greg Brady about everything, he was laughing at my dilemma!
That sent me over the top. I slammed my napkin down on the tabletop and stood so fast my chair nearly went tumbling. My voice quavered like a fucking baby’s. “This is a fucking farce, dad. I can’t stop you from getting a new wife even if I think it’s a giant slap in the memory of mom. But you don’t know what a delinquent criminal this moron is.”
My dad half-rose from his chair. “April. I’m fully aware of his brushes with Lawson, of their fights. And let’s let bygones be bygones about Texas. Second chances are what Hardscrabble’s all about.”
“ Ooh! ” I fisted my hands and stomped off like a little kid. The last thing I yelled over my shoulder was, “You don’t have to be so fucking obvious about burying mom’s memory along with her body!”
“April!” was all my dad yelled in protestation.
I muttered all the way down the hallway. I didn’t even turn at my bedroom, just kept going to an Asian garden area I enjoyed, chock full of swaying maples and ornamental grasses. I slid the sliding glass door open so energetically it banged and rattled the whole plate glass window. “God damned motherfucker! Motherfuck! Thinks he came come in…invade my space…annoy the god damned crap out of me…”
But when I sat on the edge of the raised bed, my tears began to unexpectedly pour. Hormones, that was it. I was so hormonal that absolutely everything was bringing forth giant waves of emotion—emotion I didn’t want to deal with.
What was it about Dyno that annoyed the crap out of me so badly? All right, his smug, vain arrogance. He had no reason to be so damned self-assured. I knew he hooked up with chicks around Mario Lanza High. But they were usually hipsters, chicks with tats who vaped e-cigs and wore retro hippie shit. I knew a couple of those holier-than-thou hipsters who pursed their lips and acted so blasé. I wanted to just shake them and ask what they saw in this fucking outlaw.
And my intense reaction to him, when he’d pressed me against the bleachers with his big, fat erection. My pussy had flowed like a faucet, and pins and needles had rushed up and down my spine for hours after that incident. Again, when I showered that night I’d used my WOB, or Water Operated Boyfriend, my friendly neighborhood shower massager. And yeah, I’d come closer to finishing that blowjob fantasy from earlier. This time, being more familiar with the size and heft of Dyno’s cock, I could easily imagine taking it from his jeans and applying great big lathering licks to it. I hadn’t quite finished off the daydream because again, I had come too fast. It was like a hormonal steamroller was running over me. I was just flattened by lust.
My sobs subsided as it all became clear to me. That’s it. That’s got to be it. It was my god damned hormones that were reacting so heavily to Dyno. His pheromones were stirring my pheromones. We literally had good chemistry, or explosive chemistry, thanks to his nickname. Yes, girls had named him Dynomite because they had such explosive chemistry with him—at least, that’s what Olivia had blabbed to me. She’d blab anything. She claimed the girls in Paducah, Texas had named him that when he was only fourteen due to his sexual prowess.
The sad part was, I was still a virgin. It was a constant source of angst for me. I didn’t particularly want to lose it to Lawson. He was such a cloddish oaf, all hands and dick every time we got hot and heavy. He had no finesse at all. I wanted to get laid by an expert at the game. Should a girl expect anything less?
Lawson was going to Harvard in a couple months. I had that much time to get the deed over with. That was, if my perverted uncle didn’t get
Worse, he was laughing . Despite trying to act all Greg Brady about everything, he was laughing at my dilemma!
That sent me over the top. I slammed my napkin down on the tabletop and stood so fast my chair nearly went tumbling. My voice quavered like a fucking baby’s. “This is a fucking farce, dad. I can’t stop you from getting a new wife even if I think it’s a giant slap in the memory of mom. But you don’t know what a delinquent criminal this moron is.”
My dad half-rose from his chair. “April. I’m fully aware of his brushes with Lawson, of their fights. And let’s let bygones be bygones about Texas. Second chances are what Hardscrabble’s all about.”
“ Ooh! ” I fisted my hands and stomped off like a little kid. The last thing I yelled over my shoulder was, “You don’t have to be so fucking obvious about burying mom’s memory along with her body!”
“April!” was all my dad yelled in protestation.
I muttered all the way down the hallway. I didn’t even turn at my bedroom, just kept going to an Asian garden area I enjoyed, chock full of swaying maples and ornamental grasses. I slid the sliding glass door open so energetically it banged and rattled the whole plate glass window. “God damned motherfucker! Motherfuck! Thinks he came come in…invade my space…annoy the god damned crap out of me…”
But when I sat on the edge of the raised bed, my tears began to unexpectedly pour. Hormones, that was it. I was so hormonal that absolutely everything was bringing forth giant waves of emotion—emotion I didn’t want to deal with.
What was it about Dyno that annoyed the crap out of me so badly? All right, his smug, vain arrogance. He had no reason to be so damned self-assured. I knew he hooked up with chicks around Mario Lanza High. But they were usually hipsters, chicks with tats who vaped e-cigs and wore retro hippie shit. I knew a couple of those holier-than-thou hipsters who pursed their lips and acted so blasé. I wanted to just shake them and ask what they saw in this fucking outlaw.
And my intense reaction to him, when he’d pressed me against the bleachers with his big, fat erection. My pussy had flowed like a faucet, and pins and needles had rushed up and down my spine for hours after that incident. Again, when I showered that night I’d used my WOB, or Water Operated Boyfriend, my friendly neighborhood shower massager. And yeah, I’d come closer to finishing that blowjob fantasy from earlier. This time, being more familiar with the size and heft of Dyno’s cock, I could easily imagine taking it from his jeans and applying great big lathering licks to it. I hadn’t quite finished off the daydream because again, I had come too fast. It was like a hormonal steamroller was running over me. I was just flattened by lust.
My sobs subsided as it all became clear to me. That’s it. That’s got to be it. It was my god damned hormones that were reacting so heavily to Dyno. His pheromones were stirring my pheromones. We literally had good chemistry, or explosive chemistry, thanks to his nickname. Yes, girls had named him Dynomite because they had such explosive chemistry with him—at least, that’s what Olivia had blabbed to me. She’d blab anything. She claimed the girls in Paducah, Texas had named him that when he was only fourteen due to his sexual prowess.
The sad part was, I was still a virgin. It was a constant source of angst for me. I didn’t particularly want to lose it to Lawson. He was such a cloddish oaf, all hands and dick every time we got hot and heavy. He had no finesse at all. I wanted to get laid by an expert at the game. Should a girl expect anything less?
Lawson was going to Harvard in a couple months. I had that much time to get the deed over with. That was, if my perverted uncle didn’t get
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