Just a story for a little entertainment. More serious than my previous efforts, but not exactly high literature; plenty of sex with some mayhem. Not exactly BtB, definitely not RAAC, more of an expectations and consequences tale. Self-edited with Autocrit, Word and Google Docs.
Irresistible Forces
Fuck. I didn't even like Tammy.
Hell, nobody liked Tammy Fae Dunker. Even Tammy didn't like Tammy.
One time, I'd heard Tammy call herself "trailer loud, trailer mean, just plain trailer trash."
That was a pretty good summary as far as I was concerned.
She'd set the high school record for suspensions. Mostly for fighting, but once for weed, and at least a couple times for mouthing off to teachers. She didn't finish high school and I'd heard she'd ended up working the night shift at the cash register for a local gas station.
I'd more or less known her since second grade, though I was a couple years ahead of her, and she'd never said two kind words to me. Of course, I doubted she had ever said two kind words to anyone in her whole life, so there was that.
We were socially about as far apart as possible; my family is, to put it mildly, "very well off." The Country Club set. Vacations in the islands, a private fishing lodge at the lake, brand new high-end sports cars on the sixteenth birthday. Ridiculous trust funds waiting in the wings. The only reason I even knew people like Tammy Dunker even existed was that my great grandfather, and then my grandfather, had made standard public education in standard public schools through high school as one of the conditions of getting anything from the family trust. My father certainly would have continued the tradition, had his heart held out long enough for him to gain control of the family trust.
If anything, I'd generally avoided people like Tammy until I'd headed off to college and law school. I hadn't seen her in probably six years. But here we were.
My sister's friends had rented out a pavilion at the park for the baby shower and gender reveal party. Sylvia was more down-to-earth than the rest of our country club set, and had somewhat real friends so the park was the venue. In the past, guys didn't go to baby showers, but now, it seems, they are supposed to show up, give a gift and then stay out of the way. Mom would have pretty much disowned me if I didn't show up to support Sylvia, so I had to go.
The giant balloons had popped, dropping pink glitter everywhere, announcing that the coming baby was a girl.
I was watching Cindy, my older sister, trying to get the pink glitter off her three year old son; he'd run under the huge cloud of glitter and then rolled in it, screaming with laughter. Three year olds tend to be somewhat sticky at the best of times and now he looked like a living pink disco ball.
I was wondering how long the rest of the party would take when I looked up and saw thin-as-a-rail Tammy perched on a nearby metal bike rack, sipping a cherry slushie Big Gulp and sneering at the o-so-domestic scene.
She was dressed the same as always; dirty pink rubber flip flops, jean shorts cut off to a zero inseam with the white flaps of the pockets sticking out along her thin thighs, paired with a red tube top. Too-bright red lipstick stood out stark against her pale skin, which matched her long technicolor fake fingernails. Her short hair was bleached so blonde it looked white.
She wasn't my type. No curves at all; no tits to speak of, not even enough to be called mosquito bites. Her hair wasn't just bleached, it was cut ragged and obviously by a beginner or maybe just by herself. She never smiled and, as always, had an angry look on her face.
Tammy Fae Dunker had gotten the shitty end of the stick in life and she damn well knew it.
Just as I started to look away, she glanced at me and our eyes locked. She had pale blue eyes. I'd never really noticed that before...
It hit like a freight train.
I suddenly
wanted
her. More than I'd ever wanted a woman in my life. Not to meet and talk to her; I didn't have a sudden desire to hear her life story or learn her hopes and dreams. I just wanted to rip her skimpy shorts down and bend her over the bike rack and take her right there. I could almost feel myself grabbing her almost non-existent hips and driving into her with everything I had. It was pure primal need. There was nothing rational or civilized about it.
Her eyes widened in shock, as if she could see the incredibly lewd image in my brain. Her jaw dropped and her lips formed a perfect too-bright red circle...and the image in my mind shifted to her kneeling in front of me, eagerly taking every inch in her mouth and down her throat while I gripped her short ragged hair tight with both hands.
Tammy took a shuddering breath and staggered half a step off the bike rack, never taking her eyes from mine, even when the tip of her flip flop caught on the rack for a second, making her stumble a tiny bit. I could feel her fear, but there was something else there.
She was feeling this too.
Her nipples hardened against her tube top as I watched. Suddenly thrusting out lewdly like they were trying to escape. She didn't have much in the way of tits, but I very much wanted --
needed
-- to drag that top down and get them in my mouth. Her eyes flickered down to her own rock-hard nipples then back up to me. I watched her cherry red lower lip quiver and something like pure panic washed across her face.
I fought it, but I took a step toward her, then another faltering half-step before I managed to stop.
Her chest heaved as she tried to get her breathing under control. She looked fucking terrified, and the still-sane part of my brain wasn't sure she shouldn't be. The still somewhat-rational part of my brain was frantically screaming about prison sentences for sexual assault...
Shaking slightly, eyes still wide and round, she bit her lower lip in for a second, fighting to breathe evenly, then flicked her head meaningfully toward the walkway that led to the old World War One Memorial Fountain area almost a quarter mile away in the Grove of Peace. Sawhorses marked "OFF LIMITS - Keep Out -- Construction Zone" blocked the path, but it was a Sunday, there'd be no workers there.
She glanced around before looking nervously at me again, making sure I got the message. She gave me a single trembling nod, then slid off into the trees, turning towards the fountain path as she went.
I waited for what felt like hours, but was probably less than a minute, then, as casually as I could, I slipped past the barricade.
Once I was clear, I started running, pulling my shirt off as I went. She wasn't going to get away.
It could be a trap; she might have a boyfriend or brothers, or some other partner in crime waiting to jump me and take my wallet and watch. Hell, my Rolex watch could probably bring her more cash than she'd ever seen at one time, much less held in her hands.
I didn't care. If a man, or two, or five were waiting, I'd beat them down, rip the clothes off of her and fuck the hell out of her anyway. She could just keep the damn watch.
She was waiting for me at the center of the circle of marble walls right at the fountain, running at me and throwing herself up into my arms as soon as I entered the small grassy clearing.
Tammy didn't have a stitch on. When I caught her up, she wrapped her legs around my stomach and began kissing me with a desperate hunger that was every bit as strong as my own. Staggering back against one of the old, polished granite dedication walls, holding her bare ass, I could feel hot wetness against my stomach as she ground herself against me.
The kisses were madly intoxicating; each one made me want more. She tasted of cherry slushy and lust. I finally forced myself to break away; she whimpered for a moment until she realized I was lifting her higher, and moaned when I reached my goal and sucked one of her insanely hard nipples into my mouth.
Just a minute or two of that and she was almost sobbing. She finally unwrapped her legs and pushed away, dropping to the ground in front of me, straight down to her knees in the grass, yanking my shorts down with her.
I'd had blow jobs before; good ones; playful ones, drunk ones, some really fun, eager ones. I'd never had one anything like this. She acted like she needed it to live. She forced it so deep into her mouth she was completely unable to breath. Instead of gagging, or choking, she just looked up at me, holding my cock in as deep as possible, blue eyes streaming with tears, veins standing out against her pale skin. She wanted me to know
how much
she needed this.
I pulled back and she took two deep gasping breaths and did it again, her nails biting into my butt as she jammed me as deep in her throat as she could.
