care enough to bother. Not that Missy seemed to mind. She let me smooth back her hair and fuck her mouth hard and thoroughly.
I told her how much I liked what she was doing, how good it felt. In response, she tried her damnedest to take all of me in, which is never an easy task for most girls. I was impressed with Missy’s effort, but I could see it was a struggle for her. I finally took pity on her and gave her a break. I went a little slower, not as deep, just an easy in and out.
“There, that’s it,” I said softly when she found a rhythm and slowly took in more and more.
Her top was still pushed up above her bra, so I reached down and tugged at hot pink sheer until her breasts spilled over the top. Missy rose slightly so I could more easily grope and caress her soft mounds—real, after all—while she deep-throated me until I was finished.
Shit.
I turn into the church parking lot and shut the memories from last night the fuck down. I park, yank the emergency brake up, rake my fingers through my hair. Shit, shit, shit. What the hell was I thinking? I work for this church now, I can’t avoid Missy forever. If she blabs that I was with her and she had cocaine, I know what everyone will think. They’ll think I’ve gone right back to my old ways. Hell, they’ll probably think I supplied her.
But why would Missy say anything to anyone? I’m sure her drug use is a secret. And I seriously doubt she plans on broadcasting what happened between us in that disgusting alley any more than I do.
So, I take a breath, then another. Yeah, everything might turn out okay. This secret should be safe.
I glance around.
Mass ended a while ago; everyone is gone. The lot is empty, except for one car, a blue Neon with faded paint that looks a little worse for wear. I don’t know who it belongs to, but I know it’s not Missy’s. I was enough of a gentleman last night to walk her to her car. Although I think she was pissed I didn’t ask for her number. Oh, well. Like I said before, what happened between us was a one-time deal.
The rain, though lighter than before, continues to fall. Hell, it’s as good of an excuse as any to hang out in the lot for a while longer. But I can’t kid myself. I just don’t want to face Father Maridale quite yet. I know he’ll ask why I missed Mass this morning. Guess I’ll tell him I forgot to set my alarm. It’s no lie. I just won’t be relaying the reason why I was too tired to remember.
I slouch down in my seat, flip the radio on. An Imagine Dragons tune comes through the speakers. I like this song, a lot, so I turn up the volume. The music soothes my mind, and I start to feel better, more relaxed.
As if the weather is in synch with my brightening mood, the rain suddenly stops.
Perfect.
The sun comes out and this really good feeling washes over me, like maybe today is some kind of a new start.
Getting out of the truck, I think, bring it on . I am more than ready for whatever this new life of mine may have in store.
Chapter Two
Kay
“Number one, you loved the color purple. Number two, you couldn’t sleep unless you were holding Peetie.” My voice breaks as I hold tight to a stuffed bunny with bent and floppy ears—Peetie.
I’d planned to leave him here—at the grave—but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Her hands were the last to have touched him, that’s why he’s missing a nose. And there’s this faint hint of red on his tummy, from cherry Kool-Aid-stained-lip kisses.
Her kisses, Sarah’s kisses.
What if I leave Peetie here and someone steals him? What if he becomes ruined from the rain, faded beyond recognition from the beating sun? This stuffed bunny is one of the few reminders I have left of my little sister. So, no, I won’t take a chance and lose Peetie too.
I gingerly stuff the worn fawn rabbit back into a hobo-style bag that’s big enough to hold his plushy body, as well as all the other crap I keep in there.
Clearing my throat, I turn back to the
I told her how much I liked what she was doing, how good it felt. In response, she tried her damnedest to take all of me in, which is never an easy task for most girls. I was impressed with Missy’s effort, but I could see it was a struggle for her. I finally took pity on her and gave her a break. I went a little slower, not as deep, just an easy in and out.
“There, that’s it,” I said softly when she found a rhythm and slowly took in more and more.
Her top was still pushed up above her bra, so I reached down and tugged at hot pink sheer until her breasts spilled over the top. Missy rose slightly so I could more easily grope and caress her soft mounds—real, after all—while she deep-throated me until I was finished.
Shit.
I turn into the church parking lot and shut the memories from last night the fuck down. I park, yank the emergency brake up, rake my fingers through my hair. Shit, shit, shit. What the hell was I thinking? I work for this church now, I can’t avoid Missy forever. If she blabs that I was with her and she had cocaine, I know what everyone will think. They’ll think I’ve gone right back to my old ways. Hell, they’ll probably think I supplied her.
But why would Missy say anything to anyone? I’m sure her drug use is a secret. And I seriously doubt she plans on broadcasting what happened between us in that disgusting alley any more than I do.
So, I take a breath, then another. Yeah, everything might turn out okay. This secret should be safe.
I glance around.
Mass ended a while ago; everyone is gone. The lot is empty, except for one car, a blue Neon with faded paint that looks a little worse for wear. I don’t know who it belongs to, but I know it’s not Missy’s. I was enough of a gentleman last night to walk her to her car. Although I think she was pissed I didn’t ask for her number. Oh, well. Like I said before, what happened between us was a one-time deal.
The rain, though lighter than before, continues to fall. Hell, it’s as good of an excuse as any to hang out in the lot for a while longer. But I can’t kid myself. I just don’t want to face Father Maridale quite yet. I know he’ll ask why I missed Mass this morning. Guess I’ll tell him I forgot to set my alarm. It’s no lie. I just won’t be relaying the reason why I was too tired to remember.
I slouch down in my seat, flip the radio on. An Imagine Dragons tune comes through the speakers. I like this song, a lot, so I turn up the volume. The music soothes my mind, and I start to feel better, more relaxed.
As if the weather is in synch with my brightening mood, the rain suddenly stops.
Perfect.
The sun comes out and this really good feeling washes over me, like maybe today is some kind of a new start.
Getting out of the truck, I think, bring it on . I am more than ready for whatever this new life of mine may have in store.
Chapter Two
Kay
“Number one, you loved the color purple. Number two, you couldn’t sleep unless you were holding Peetie.” My voice breaks as I hold tight to a stuffed bunny with bent and floppy ears—Peetie.
I’d planned to leave him here—at the grave—but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Her hands were the last to have touched him, that’s why he’s missing a nose. And there’s this faint hint of red on his tummy, from cherry Kool-Aid-stained-lip kisses.
Her kisses, Sarah’s kisses.
What if I leave Peetie here and someone steals him? What if he becomes ruined from the rain, faded beyond recognition from the beating sun? This stuffed bunny is one of the few reminders I have left of my little sister. So, no, I won’t take a chance and lose Peetie too.
I gingerly stuff the worn fawn rabbit back into a hobo-style bag that’s big enough to hold his plushy body, as well as all the other crap I keep in there.
Clearing my throat, I turn back to the
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