Chapter Two: You Owe Me
"C'mon! Do it" Duane said to Brittany as she sat on her couch staring out the window.
"No!' Brittany said, "Tiffany's going to be here any minute and we don't have time. Plus also I'm not your sex slave!"
"I don't want sex!" Duane parried back, "Just a quick blowie."
"Ugh." Brittany said crossing her arms, "Why should I give you a blowjob?"
Duane lived alone in an apartment right next to the tracks. His apartment was in a garden style building from the '60s with wood paneling and shag carpet. Inside all the furniture had come from Goodwill, as had most of Duane's wardrobe.
By day Duane serviced vehicles at the car dealership but by night he was the guitarist of the suburb's best (and only) metal band, Half Life Reward, or HLR for short. Today Duane wore a pair of baggy jeans and a flannel shirt and topped off the outfit with a trucker-hat that had the words "Butt Pirate" embroidered on the front.
Brittany sat on an old red couch, the "porno couch" as she called it because it looked like it belonged on the set of an adult film, and was wearing a tight green top and some yellow jean short shorts.
Brittany was built like a brick house. Like most women in her family she had blonde hair, freckles, and enormous tits and ass. Her shirt struggled to reign in her out of control breasts and shorts could barely contain her wide hips and jiggly ass which caused her ass crack and silky orange thong to peek out whenever she bent forward.
"You should give me a blow job because you're my girlfriend Brit!"
Brittany scoffed, "So?"
"And also I'm driving you and your friend two and a half freaking hours to Jefferson College so you can stay with your cousin for four days and then I have to go pick you guys up! That's gotta be worth at least" Duane stopped for dramatic effect as he looked up and did the math on his fingers, "at least three blow jobs. But I'm letting you off with just the one."
Duane walked to Brittany and sat next to her. He ran his hand up and down her milky white thigh.
"C'mon, with you dressed all sexy like this what am I supposed to do?"
Brittany smiled at the compliment.
"You're a dirty old man." She said
"I aint that old. I'm only 20"
"You were 18 when we were dating you pervert. Do that math."
"Hurry up Brit, it ain't gonna suck itself."
Brittany have a look of disgust and reluctantly reached forward and grabbed his belt as Duane smiled triumphantly. Undoing his belt she didn't even bother with undoing the pants, choosing instead to slide Duane's pants off, underwear and all. He was slim enough that they came right off and Brittany was met with Duanes erect penis.
"You trimmed your pubes." Brittany said, noting that the shaft stuck out clear of any small curly hairs.
"Trim the leaves to make the tree look bigger." Duane said, grabbing the back of Brittany's head and guiding it to his member. Brittany complied and opened her mouth. She swallowed his dick as deep as she could letting it rest on her tongue and then began to suck as she moved her head front to back.
She worked the shaft of his cock with her mouth and played with his dangling testicles. Duane moaned in pleasure as he rolled his head back. She was sitting next to him on the couch but decided she would have better leverage from the floor, so she slid onto the hardwood floor with Duane's cock still in her mouth and knelt in front of him.
"Oh yeah baby, that's it. You know what I want." Duane managed to say as Brittany looked up and gave him a look and a mischievous grin. For all their talk, for all their back and forth, Brittany loved sucking Duane's cock, sucking cock in general, and being a slut.
