Chapter Two: Trying to Get Ahead
Another night and another dream, I woke up again to an empty bed. At least I had my son Clayton. I had a big day planned. He wanted to go to the water park.
I got changed, and we headed for the water park. As usual, during the summer, the place was jammed pack, wall to wall people, with kids running around like crazy.
It was fun watching Clayton run around and play with the others. That was the thing about Clayton. He never met a stranger. He was always making friends wherever he went.
It took hours to get Clayton out of the water and into the car so that we could head home. He left with new friends to add to his growing number of friends online and on his video game systems.
'Crap,' I thought as I pulled up to the house.
Jesse was waiting for me, leaning against his truck. I had forgotten about him coming over to look over the deck.
"Go inside and get changed," I told Clayton as I pulled into the driveway.
"I took a look around," Jesse said as he approached me. "It doesn't look good."
I nodded, not wanting to open my mouth and say something I shouldn't. I knew Jesse was the one that told on me, I knew I shouldn't be mad at him because I was the one that did the cheating, but I was furious.
"So, there are a couple of options," Jesse said.
Again, I nodded as he started to go over the options. He, of course, started with the most expensive one, which I turned down immediately. The other two were just as bad. I agreed on the last one, it would take the most time, but it was the cheapest.
Jesse wrote it all up for me and handed me the piece of paper. It was going to be one guy tearing it all down, then rebuilding it by himself. It would take a few weeks as he was going to do it in his spare time, but at least it would get done and cost me a lot less.
As Jesse was leaving, he turned to look at me. "You know," he said as he approached me again. "You can be mad at me all you want, you can also never talk to me again, but it wasn't me that sucked Johnny's cock in front of seven other people, while your best friend was shouting at you to stop, that wasn't me, that was all you!"
He turned around and headed for his truck. Jesse was right, and I knew it. I watched as his truck pulled away.
After the incident, I never saw Johnny again, although I did hear from him after I got divorced. Johnny messaged me and asked if I wanted to meet him. I knew what he meant when he said he wanted to meet. He wanted more than to meet and talk. A lot of men did as soon as the news got out.
I was the talk of the bar, and I was sure many other places. Guys would look at me with a smile or ask me for my number. Something they didn't do when I was married or before the incident. Even now, if someone talked about it, I would get looks.
Jesse's words stung for the rest of the day and into my night shift at the bar. I still remember everything. It wasn't like I blacked out or anything like that; I remember looking at Johnny with his tight abs and muscular chest. I remember him looking down at my bare chest and admiring the size of my tits.
We were flirting, and that's when it happened. Johnny just took it out. Instead of pushing him away or saying something, I, well, I did what I did.
I kept going back to that night many times but never came up with a clear-cut reason for doing it.
"Hey!" a voice said, breaking me out of my daydream and returning to the present.
"What?" I asked.
The guy ordered a drink, and I sighed as I made it.
The night was more of the same, guys ordered drinks, and I made them.
"So," one of the guys said as it was getting close to closing time.
"Nope," I replied.
"What was I going to say?" he asked.
"You were going to ask if you could take me home, or walk me to my car, or something along those lines," I said as I cleaned up. "And to all those thoughts, the answer is no."
"Unless your name is Johnny," another man said.
"Hank," I said as I looked at the man. "Haven't seen you around since."
"That night," Hank said as he sat down.
"We are closing," I said.
"One drink," Hank smiled.
"Okay," I nodded. I poured him a beer and set it down in front of him. "Just one."
"You look the same," Hank said as he looked at me.
"It hasn't been that long," I said, staring at him.
Hank was the friend that brought Johnny to the bar that night. I hadn't seen or heard from him since. "So, what brings you back?" I asked. "Last I heard you got a nice gig out west somewhere."
"It was nice," Hank nodded. "But there is no place like home, right?"
"Uh-huh," I nodded.
Hank was always up to something. His mind was always working on an angle, something that either made him a decent amount of money or got him laid. I had known him since high school.
"Fine," Hank said as I kept staring at him. "I heard about your little problem, thought I could help out."
"My problem," I laughed. "What problem is that?"
"Your divorce, and I heard you haven't been with another man since," Hank smiled.
"That's none of your business," I said.
"Oh please, your girl toys must be working overtime," Hank said as he looked at the other man. "This woman right here, once took three guys and drained their balls, and still wanted more," Hank smiled.
I shook my head. "I was nineteen," I said. "That was a long time ago."
"How about Jason's party, on your twentieth?" Hank smiled. "Four guys that time," he nudged the guy. "Including yours truly."
"A lot of alcohol," I said, shaking my head. "And I mean a lot!"
"Or how about the night in question, that wasn't too long ago," Hank smiled. "Sucked my boys cock, right there in front of everyone," Hank shook his head. "The way your head just bobbed up and down, it was like looking at a professional, you didn't even stop to catch your breath."
"It wasn't that big," I said, shaking my head.
"Didn't stop you from slurping all that cum down, while he held your head down," Hank said, again looking at the man beside him. "He pushed her head down and held it down with both hands, you should have seen it," Hank laughed.
"That's it," I said. I took the beer back and poured it down the sink. "You can go."
"I must have hit a nerve," Hank smiled as he got up. "If you change your mind, I am at the Quality down on fifth, next to the Waffle House," Hank said as he walked away.
I had no intention of visiting Hank. How dare he bring up the past like that? From high school to now, he had always been a pain in my side.
Hank knew how much I loved the jocks, with their muscular bodies and, 'Dammit!,' I thought I was doing it again. "Casey, I am leaving, can you close up?" I said to my helper.
"Absolutely," Casey chimed as she came around the bar.
I sat in my car in the parking lot, trying to calm myself down. Everything Hank had said was true. The moment I turned eighteen, I turned into a complete slut, a whore, or whatever the guys called me.
For so long, I was cooped up in my house. While stupid and drunk most of the time, my parents kept me in my place. Straight to school and straight back home. I guess they didn't want me to repeat what had happened with them, they never told me what happened, but I could do the math, and it wasn't hard to figure out that they had me earlier than they wanted.
Sure, I kissed and made out with guys before, but nothing that pushed passed the boundaries and nothing under the clothes.
The very following night after my eighteenth birthday party. I sucked off four of the football players in the locker room of our school after we broke in to litter the place. After that night, everything was on the table.
I wanted to do it all. No holds barred. I had been face fucked, anal fucked, double and triple penetrated. My tits were fucked daily as most of the guys. Especially Hank couldn't get enough of them. I was a cock whore, and I loved it.
Even through all of that, Jacob still flirted with me and treated me with high respect. Not once did he make a move on me. Even though he knew what was going on, he knew everything.
After that night in the woods, when I took Jacob's virginity, I settled down. The past came just that, the past.
I never had a boyfriend before, not someone I would be loyal to, so it was hard at first. Jacob was fine with me flirting, but I never did anything with anyone else. Not until that night.
I always tried to sum up the reason I did it and think of any reason why I would betray Jacob's trust. Sex with Jacob was always mind-blowing good. He had a thick and long white cock that I loved. He would use toys on me anytime I wanted and always ensured I was satisfied.
I tried to blame it on him travelling a lot, but that wasn't the reason either. The moment he came home, he made every day he was home about Clayton and me.
The simple reason was I made the wrong decision. Since then, I quit drinking; I wasn't like some people who drank to take the edge of the day away; no, I was just like my parents. I drank and drank until I was completely and utterly blitzed.
Hank knew my weakness, I would be infatuated with Johnny's colossal biceps and bulging muscles, and I loved the attention my large breasts brought me. He had set me up.
Hank always picked on Jacob in high school. The two had a rivalry that still carried on to this day. I didn't know how it started, but I knew it wouldn't end.
When Hank got the job down at the supermarket, Jacob made sure to visit every day and go down Hank's aisle and drop or break things so that Hank would have to clean it up.
Then they became adults, and things spiraled out of control. Jacob always flaunted that he made a lot more than Hank. Jacob had the lovely house, the excellent vehicles and the busty wife, while Hank lived paycheck to paycheck and rented a small apartment alone.
