Chapter Four: Haters, Assholes, and the Hands of Fate
On the way home from school the next day, still feeling weird about the extra lubrication inside my girlfriend the night before, I decided to stop in the little drugstore to purchase some condoms for Adam so that he had no excuse not to wear one.
When I got to the counter, the place was empty except for that old lady behind it.
"I need a box of the extra extra large condoms." She grabbed a box off of the rack behind the counter and rang them up avoiding eye contact, so I egged her on, "What? Nothing smart to say? Aren't you going to tease me this time?"
She looked up at my face, "Oh, it IS you. I thought it was you. Don't be starting no trouble for me, mister. I can't believe you had the nerve to call my boss and complain 'bout me teasing you after what you said to me, pointing out your little stiffy that you say I caused. I shoulda had you arrested for public lewdness."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I didn't call your boss. Like I said before, I was happy you said those things to me. I even told my girlfriend about you and she said I should thank you. So, thank you."
"If you ain't called my boss, who dun it?"
I shrugged, "I don't know." I looked behind me, "But there's no one else in here now, so you can say anything you want without having to worry about it."
She looked down at the box of condoms, then up at me and smirked, "Well, thanks to you pointing out your little bulge last time, we know these ain't for your teenie weenie. Aw hell, I've seen plenty of guys coming in here with gym shorts or sweatpants with bigger bulges that weren't caused by no stiffy. If these ain't for you, who they for?"
"My roommate."
"Oh? An' why doncha roommate buy his own condoms?"
"I don't think he wants to wear them."
She gave me a puzzled look. "So why you buying 'em for him if he don't want 'em?"
I looked at her, smiled, winked and looked down at the box of condoms, "Because he'll be using them with my girlfriend."
She looked down at the box of condoms and as she looked up her eyebrows were raised and she was grinning from ear to ear, "Your girlfriend got tired of your poodle noodle already, so she's in heat for a big dog's swinging ding-a-ling. What's it been, a month?"
I smiled but held back the laughter from her colorful, yet weirdly erotic terminology. "Two."
"You should count yourself lucky it lasted this long. But good for her. You need to bring that smart girlfriend of yours by so I can meet her, if she doesn't kick you to the curb before then." She put the box in a bag.
I handed her some cash, "I don't think she will. She loves MOST of me."
She laughed, "Well good. A bird dicked fella who don't mind buying condoms for his girlfriend to use with another fellar's human size dick sounds like a keeper to me. The world would be a much better place if all the ones like you acted like you. But they go off and start wars and bankrupt companies trying to overcompensate for what they ain't got. And dare a woman tell 'em she need a bit more to get her happy and they go off beatin' 'er up, rapin' 'er, or maybe even shootin' 'er. So, you wanna the few good ones in my book." She handed me my change.
"Thanks," I smiled at her.
"You're welcome, son. You seem like one helluva kid. Do come by again and share some stories, would ya?"
"I sure will," I answered as I turned and left.
When I got home, I handed the box of condoms to Adam.
He looked at them and smirked, "Thanks, man. These will come in handy this summer."
"They're not for this summer. They're for you to use with Kristy."
He laughed at me, "I don't wear condoms with Kristy. I never have and never will."
Shocked and angry, I looked at her. "Yes, it's true," she confessed. "We'll discuss this later in bed, Michael, where you can appreciate it."
I let it go, somewhat pissed and somewhat excited about what she was going to say and how difficult it was going to be to hear. It was more of a disappointment than a shock after two nights of witnessing him not wearing one.
Later that evening, after I performed the 'key to her heart' and licked her pussy to orgasm while she sucked his cock, I was getting ready to mount Kristy when Adam complained, "Can't I go first this time?"
"Huh?" Kristy asked.
"Well, you like my cock better, right? So why do I always get his sloppy seconds?"
"Wait a minute," I interjected. I noticed Kristy rubbing herself as I spoke, "There's nothing 'sloppy' about it. I have to wear TWO fucking condoms to keep my prick juice out of her. I don't cum until you're the one who makes her pussy 'sloppy' with your nasty cum. And, only then, when her pussy is all stretched out to the max from your cock am I permitted to fuck a pussy I can barely feel until I cum into a condom. Sloppy seconds? You got some nerve, buddy."
Kristy was listening intently, rubbing herself feverishly.
"It's not like before, though, when I was her boyfriend. You stretch her out some," he argued.
"But not like you do. I'm really just getting her warmed up. You're getting the best of her, what do you want it all, me wanking in the other room like before?"
Wide grinned, he replied, "Why, yes. That's exactly what I want. Thanks for offering."
"Fuck that," I groaned, annoyed.
"Enough!" Kristy interjected, "All this talk has got me hot. I'm ready to be warmed up by my boyfriend while I suck your cock to warm you up, Adam. Don't get jealous and think of it as him fucking me before you get to. I don't get any more stretched out from his prick than I did when you used to finger me with your middle finger. You showed us last night that they're practically the same size. So, just think of it as him fingering me with HIS middle finger to get me ready for YOU."
Adam gave her half of a smile and pushed his cock to her lips.
I'm not sure if her words aroused him at all, but I know they did me. After I climbed off of Christy, following my two minutes of 'finger fucking her with my middle finger', she was ready for him. But, Adam seemed to have an attitude when he mounted her and began to fuck her half-heartedly. Seeing the disappointment on her face, I tried to think of a way to console him and bring back his sexual energy so she could enjoy it. I certainly wasn't ready to give up the only two or three minutes of raw physical pleasure I was relegated to during our sexual encounters, but I still wanted to help him get past his jealousy that she was MINE and would always choose me over him. But, my mind drifted back to the story she told me about the time she didn't; the time she chose him over me.
"Adam?" I asked after pulling up a barstool and taking a seat a few feet away from the bed.
"What the fuck do you want? I'm trying to fuck!"
"Kristy told me this hot story about the first night you fucked her, when she chose you over me. I'm not sure if it's true or not, though. You told me that we were all drinking, I couldn't handle my liquor and passed out, and then you and Kristy discovered a mutual attraction and couldn't help yourselves since you were drunk. So, who lied to me? You or her?"
Kristy gave me a dirty look. I winked at her and smiled. She smiled back and looked at him, "Come on, baby, let's tell him the story about the first time you proved you were better than him just like you're proving right now! We can do it together."
He looked at her and smiled before kissing her lips. She placed her hand on the back of his head to ensure he stayed there until his thrusting rhythm improved both in passion and intensity. When that kiss finally broke, he looked at me, "Alright loser. I'll start. Remember when you were getting ready to go out with her and you asked me for a condom and it was my last one so I told you that it was my lucky condom so I'd only give it to you if you had a picture of her to show me so I could see whether or not she was worth fucking?"
I had forgotten about that little exchange, but now remembered, "Yeah."
"I took one look at that picture and I realized two things. First, she was WAY out of your league. And, second, she had potential to be MY girl. I love to fuck and I love to fuck a lot of different girls. You wouldn't know, but different pussies feel different. And I wanna feel them all. But, I fucking hate wearing rubbers. I do most of the time just cause I'm not interested in STD's or some pregnancy drama, but I always try to have one girl, MY girl, that only fucks me and takes the pill so I can fuck her bareback and nut inside her."
"Oh, baby. That's really sweet, in a way," Kristy moaned lost in his words and the slow steady thumping of his abs against hers. I didn't like that she was calling him 'baby' but knew I had to 'take it'.
"But what about the party? Were those girls really coming over?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, they were until I hatched a plan to fuck Kristy. When I realized you took my last condom, I thought maybe it was fate telling me I was supposed to fuck her bareback and make her my girl. So, I called up those bitches and told them I wasn't feeling well. Then I texted you and told you that if you brought her over after the movie, there was still plenty of beer to help you get lucky. Before you got back, I shaved, showered, put on cologne and deodorant and changed into a tight shirt that shows off my muscles and my tightest jeans that highlight my package."
"Oh, yeah, baby," she moaned as he thumped into her, "When I saw you walk across the room, I first noticed how tall you were and then the way your muscles looked in that shirt and I even stole a glimpse at your bulge. But as you came closer, my eyes studied your hair, your beautiful face, and those amazing eyes. When you reached out to shake my hand, I was trembling, drooling, and ready to come. I wanted you to take me right there before we ever even spoke."
"I noticed that. I also noticed you were hot as fuck and the picture didn't do your face justice, let alone your ass and tits. I would have fucked you right there, but we had a little problem at the time I needed to deal with first." He looked at me and laughed.
"Fuck," I blurted out from the mix of emotions and arousal. "So how did you deal with the problem?"
