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because he was extremely serious.
“Sorry, sorry it was just funny. Pretty boys?” I laugh and he looks at me.
“Dude, they went to that prep school upstate. They would come to the bar and just hang out all the time. I never thought anything of them. Turns out one wanted Sam and she wouldn’t give him the time of day, so he took her. His friends were drunk and decided they were going to help him.” I can see his veins bulging on the sides of his neck as he speaks and I know exactly how he feels.
“I would have killed them. I know this sounds shitty, but I’m glad I was gone. I’d be in jail and not those pretty boys” I say with a smirk and he punches my arm.
“Dude, stop. For real. It was funny, I get it, but I hope some guy with a big schlong is using them all, taking turns on them. I hope they live in that hell every day for five years, just so they know what my sister lives in every day of her life.” He stands up and blinks back the tear that threatens to fall. “Speaking of my sister, I’m going to check out this birthday present.”
He bumps my fist with his and goes back to see what Sam’s doing. Of course, because life always deals a shitty hand in walks Mary-Beth.
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“Your momma told me you opened a shop. I’m happy for you Jameson,” she says and I scowl. Is she really going to come in here and act like we’re okay? We are not and probably never will be okay ever again. That dress she has on isn’t going to do the trick either . Why didn’t I ever notice how she dressed before today? Oh, I liked it then. Those dresses that came down to her mid-thigh, the kind that barely covered her ass? Yeah, not my thing anymore. I prefer those cut-off jeans on the blonde in the back.
“Thanks Mary-Beth. I’m enjoying it. It’s been years since I picked up my guitar and Uncle Scott has reminded me that I love to play the guitar,” I say and she grimaces. I quit playing the guitar about a year after we started dating.
“I just, I wanted to come and say I’m happy for you. I hear you’re with umm, I hear you’re with Samantha.” She looks at the ground and then back up at me. Does she expect me to not move on? She’s the one that left, not me.
“Yeah, I guess I am or at least I want to be, if she’d let me.” I look up and she meets my gaze. “What do you want Mary-Beth ? You’re the one who wanted it to be over. You got what you wanted and I am leaving you to do what you wanted. You got your way out now let me have mine, ” I say and then wonder if I’m being an asshole. It’s the truth though and sometimes that shit hurts. I have put up with her crazy ass and I understand she had a lot put on her having to take care of a crippled man, but damn it, I went through it too. I was there for her when she needed me but when I needed her , she walked.
“You know, you’re right Jameson. I, I’m sorry.” She sighs, turns and walks out. I look up and watch her leave. I notice that Sam has stopped playing her guitar in the back. I turn around and she’s standing at the door.
“You just picked me over her?” she asks softly and then looks me in the eyes. Had I done that before? Picked Mary-Beth over Sam? Well hell, I guess I did when we were sixteen, but today it’s time to show Sam that she is everything I could want and need.
“Hell yes I did! I shouldn’t have ever put you next to anyone Sam ,” I say and she walks up to me with her lip between her teeth again. I swear she’s trying to kill me. Is it possible for a man to die from blue balls? She walks up to me and slides her hands around my neck. She pushes up onto her toes, her breasts pressing up against the solid muscle of my chest and her lips touch mine gently.
That’s all I need. I grab her head and pull her to me deeper, my tongue sliding out and licking her bottom lip, wanting entrance into that sweet mouth. She opens for me and finally I can taste
“Sorry, sorry it was just funny. Pretty boys?” I laugh and he looks at me.
“Dude, they went to that prep school upstate. They would come to the bar and just hang out all the time. I never thought anything of them. Turns out one wanted Sam and she wouldn’t give him the time of day, so he took her. His friends were drunk and decided they were going to help him.” I can see his veins bulging on the sides of his neck as he speaks and I know exactly how he feels.
“I would have killed them. I know this sounds shitty, but I’m glad I was gone. I’d be in jail and not those pretty boys” I say with a smirk and he punches my arm.
“Dude, stop. For real. It was funny, I get it, but I hope some guy with a big schlong is using them all, taking turns on them. I hope they live in that hell every day for five years, just so they know what my sister lives in every day of her life.” He stands up and blinks back the tear that threatens to fall. “Speaking of my sister, I’m going to check out this birthday present.”
He bumps my fist with his and goes back to see what Sam’s doing. Of course, because life always deals a shitty hand in walks Mary-Beth.
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“Your momma told me you opened a shop. I’m happy for you Jameson,” she says and I scowl. Is she really going to come in here and act like we’re okay? We are not and probably never will be okay ever again. That dress she has on isn’t going to do the trick either . Why didn’t I ever notice how she dressed before today? Oh, I liked it then. Those dresses that came down to her mid-thigh, the kind that barely covered her ass? Yeah, not my thing anymore. I prefer those cut-off jeans on the blonde in the back.
“Thanks Mary-Beth. I’m enjoying it. It’s been years since I picked up my guitar and Uncle Scott has reminded me that I love to play the guitar,” I say and she grimaces. I quit playing the guitar about a year after we started dating.
“I just, I wanted to come and say I’m happy for you. I hear you’re with umm, I hear you’re with Samantha.” She looks at the ground and then back up at me. Does she expect me to not move on? She’s the one that left, not me.
“Yeah, I guess I am or at least I want to be, if she’d let me.” I look up and she meets my gaze. “What do you want Mary-Beth ? You’re the one who wanted it to be over. You got what you wanted and I am leaving you to do what you wanted. You got your way out now let me have mine, ” I say and then wonder if I’m being an asshole. It’s the truth though and sometimes that shit hurts. I have put up with her crazy ass and I understand she had a lot put on her having to take care of a crippled man, but damn it, I went through it too. I was there for her when she needed me but when I needed her , she walked.
“You know, you’re right Jameson. I, I’m sorry.” She sighs, turns and walks out. I look up and watch her leave. I notice that Sam has stopped playing her guitar in the back. I turn around and she’s standing at the door.
“You just picked me over her?” she asks softly and then looks me in the eyes. Had I done that before? Picked Mary-Beth over Sam? Well hell, I guess I did when we were sixteen, but today it’s time to show Sam that she is everything I could want and need.
“Hell yes I did! I shouldn’t have ever put you next to anyone Sam ,” I say and she walks up to me with her lip between her teeth again. I swear she’s trying to kill me. Is it possible for a man to die from blue balls? She walks up to me and slides her hands around my neck. She pushes up onto her toes, her breasts pressing up against the solid muscle of my chest and her lips touch mine gently.
That’s all I need. I grab her head and pull her to me deeper, my tongue sliding out and licking her bottom lip, wanting entrance into that sweet mouth. She opens for me and finally I can taste
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