Surprise Surprise 27

It was a slow night at the fuel stop. The last time someone had been in was over an hour ago, and it was starting to look like the rest of their shift would be just as dead. Silus, the keyholder and older worker, was certainly looking forward to a dead night.

"Hey" said Rebb, his younger coworker, a perky goth with bright green pixie-cut hair that had little LED lights spliced into it to contrast with the rest of her black.

"Hey" replied Silus, deadpan and dead-eyed.

"I'm bored as fuck" Rebb stated. If she was a cat, she'd've started knocking things off of counters by now.

Silus couldn't help but grin. "As fuck, you say?"

Rebb and Silus had hooked up in the bathroom a few weeks ago, and many times since then once they realized that the camera in the fuel station didn't actually connect to anything. Built like a dark haired brick, Silus knew that he wasn't much to look at, but he had a big dick, and Rebb was, he'd learned, a size queen.

Rebb rolled her eyes and punched him in the shoulder. "Not that bored, you perv."

Silus grunted. "Well what did you have in mind, then?"

Rebb shrugged. "I kinda wanna suck your cock."

Silus raised an eyebrow at her. "Kinda?"

Rebb blushed, surprisingly, then looked away and said, softer, "No. I really wanna suck your cock."

Silus grinned at her. "Is that all?"

Rebb shook her head and blushed crimson. "I want to gag on it till you cum down my throat."

Silus leaned against the counter. "Well here it is, if you really want--"

He had no idea how she got his pants down as fast as she did.

"Someone's an eager beaver, aren't they?" asked Silus, his cock, already stiff, rapidly hardening to full roar just from her light breaths.

"Uh huh," she said, barely listening. "Fuck, I've been craving this."

And just like that, her head was bobbling up and down on his member.

"Fuck, you're so amazing. How'd you get so good at this?" said Silus, his hands already on her head, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth, just the way she liked it.

She popped her head off his cock for a moment. "Practice with boys," and then she was back to her almost worshipful sucking.

"Well I'm glad I could join their ranks," said Silus.

Rebb shook her head, not stopping.

"Am I not in their ranks?" asked Silus. His cock was in her mouth, so it was weird to be wondering if she didn't want to suck him off, but the wondering came nevertheless.

Again, a little grumpier now, she popped her head off his cock. "There aren't any ranks. Not anymore, at least. You're the only cock I suck these days. The boys at school are just... they aren't you. Yours!"

Rebb turned her attention back to his cock, although it was impossible to not notice the blush in her checks.

"I'm older than you, you know," said Silus, his mind having trouble focusing as Rebb sucked and flicked away at his cock.

"Mmhmm," said Rebb, not moving from his cock.

"Like, almost twice as old as you," said Silus. He didn't know why it mattered, since it wasn't like they expected anything more from each other than just fun fucking.

"Mmhmm," said Rebb, her tone not changing as she bobbed up and down his dick.

"But I'm the biggest dick you've ever sucked, so that makes it worth it?" said Silus, and that finally prompted more than a happy moan.

Pulling her head slowly, agonizingly slowly, off of his cock, Rebb laughed. "You aren't the biggest I've ever had." She kissed his cock. "You aren't even the best lay I've ever had." She kissed it again, then gave it a little suckle. "But you fill my mouth and my pussy up just right." She slid her mouth up and down his cock once, flicking her tongue all along it. "And you're fun." She forced herself to the base of his cock, choking on it for a moment. "And you make me not want anyone else." And with that, she went back to sucking his cock, milking it for all she could milk it for.

"Fuck. Oh, you're gonna break my heart when you meet a boy your age you wanna go steady with, or whatever you kids call it," said Silus, sagging against the counter. "Youch!"

She'd bitten him, and while she resumed sucking him once she had his attention again, she was clearly annoyed.

"Right, you said you're not interested in boys your age. Just us and our situationship."

She scrunched up her nose in what would have been a smile if she wasn't sucking his cock, and nodded her head, then shook it.

"Not just us? Me? Or you?"

"Umuee," she verbalized, not stopping. She began to hum as her head moved up and down his cock. He placed a hand on the back of her head, and began to give her the forceful facefucking that she loved so much.

"You got some friends whose faces you want me to fuck?" Silus asked, not stopping. He put his other hand on her head. Not that she needed him to make her be forceful. She could bottom out and gag on his cock just fine on her own. She just seemed to like it more when he was involved, and Silus did love being involved.

"Ugluk," she said. "Gluk glukle."

"You want to show them what they're missing out on when they don't flirt with hopeless old dudes who work at gas stations?"

"Glakk glohk" she said, although he knew she didn't mean it.

"You're right, I'm sorry. Fuck, Rebb, if you don't stop I'm gonna cum down your fuckin' throat right here," said Silus, feeling an orgasm welling up inside him.

Before he could do anything, she bottomed out on his cock, then, moments later, she was swallowing everything his cock could shoot into her throat.

He held her there for a moment, and she stayed there for a moment, then his cock popped out of her lovely lips with a little pop, and she stood back up. His dick was covered with black lipstick, and he almost began to get hard again.

"Fuck me, you're gorgious," said Silus, smiling at her.

Rebb smiled back. It was a good smile, and he was glad she didn't use it often. If she did, he was afraid she'd be swept away from-- From here.

Then she scowled at him and punched him in the shoulder.

"You're a catch, too, dumbass. Don't be so hard on yourself," said Rebb. She pulled him towards her, and kissed him. "You'd be a lot cuter if you didn't put yourself down so fuckin' much. And you aren't old. You're still young. Just-- not young young."

She gave him another kiss, just a peck on the lips, then turned around, wiggled her ass at him, and went off to do a cleaning check. She almost looked like she'd not been gagging on his cock just a little bit ago. It was like magic, and he'd seen literal magic.

The world had changed a few years ago, and real magic and gods and actual hope for the future had come back. People could work and not feel like they were trapped, they could pray and gods, real gods, answered, and, sometimes, if you were in the right place, at the right time, you could see spirits, fairies, wizards performing wonders, and honest-to-gods miracles.

And yet Rebb was still more tricksy and wonderful than anything else he'd seen.

It occurred to Silus that, all things considered, he and Rebb were almost dating.

It also occurred to him that she was eighteen, almost nineteen, and he was solidly thirty-six, and that their doing anything more than just being casual fuckbuddies was impossible. Even what they had going was pushing the boundaries of what was ok by a fair margin, and even that was only because they both treated the boundaries of what was ok more like shades of gray than a black and white thing.

"At least it isn't a "fifty shades of gray" thing" Silus said under his breath.

"Fifty shades of what?" asked Rebb from the bathroom.

He'd thought it was under his breath, at least.

"Fifty shades of gray. I was thinking about us. I don't actually remember what it is. I think it's something from the old reality," said Silus, a little embarrassed to have been heard. "Something to do with BDSM, I think. But, like, a bad representation of it, I remember that. You know what BDSM is, right? Gods, please tell me you know that."

Rebb popped her head out of the bathroom, huffed, and rolled her eyes. "I know what BDSM is." Then back into the bathroom she went.

He wondered what she was doing in there.

Not masterbating, he knew that. She'd call him in there if she was feeling that horny.

It was nice to be wanted.

"You need help?" he shouted at her from the counter. "Something spill?"

"Meh," she replied. "I just learned that a stain I thought I couldn't get up gets up if you don't dilute the cleaning stuff. Gettin' that fucker at last."

"Isn't that your nemesis spot?" Silus asked. She'd made war on it as long as she'd been here.

"It was! Now it's fuckin' donezo!" crowed Rebb, parading from the fuel station bathroom with her chest puffed like she'd just won a prize fight. "I am a god among mortals!"

Silus grinned over at her, then glanced at her chest and grinned all the more.

"You seem pretty excited about your triumph," he said, openly, comically leering at her. Her nipples were at full attention.

Rebb just puffed her chest out all the more. "Read 'em and weep; you'll never see a better pair."

"Hold on, I better take 'em in real good so I can be sure of that. Science requires validation, after all," said Silus. He began to head over to her so he could motorboat her titties. Rebb, meanwhile, pushed them together so that he could.

The bell above the door jingled, and they both leapt back into 'I hate this job' professionalism mode.

"That's a big statement from a little girl with nothing to show for it," said the femme voice who entered the shop.

In an instant, Rebb went from 'I don't care what you do, just don't make me work' mode into what Silus thought of as 'hissing cat' mode. When Silus saw the femme who'd just entered the shop, he got a gut instinct as to why that was.

The young woman who'd just walked in was... gorgeous, there was no other way to put it. Her hair was bouncy, but not too bouncy, all in soft, gentle curls, her skirt tight and short but not so short as to be inhibitive as to movement, her top was like silk, and damn near fell from her shoulders, and her jacket was cut above her waist. She had the kind of eyes that inspired sonnets, and the kind of pout that would make men go to war in a thousand ships. She was femme, and she knew it, and it shone from her like light from a perfect gemstone.

Silus took a deep breath, looked back at the small altar they had to Jocahn, god of planes, trains, and automobiles, then gave a deep, heavy sigh.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice more monotone than he'd ever been before.

The young woman smiled at him. "Yeah. I think I could use a pump. It's just so tricky, and I know with your help I could get it in there just right."

Her voice was like finely woven Egyptian cotton, and he could damn near feel the innuendo running under it, even if he knew just as well that it wasn't meant for people like him. It was a voice that didn't make requests. It made statements, and the people around it were meant to leap into action for it.

Silus stared at her for a moment longer than he needed too, then smacked his lips. "Is this your first time filling up a car with fuel? We don't have anything that's that weird. If you have a gas car, the diesel pump, that's the green one, won't fit into your tank. If you have a normal battery link, our links should hook up with yours." Silus stopped and thought for a moment, then added "Number five is a little tricky with the hook-up, but it should connect once you wiggle it in a few times.."

The woman stared at him. "Are you for real?" she asked, like he'd just announced that the moon was, in fact, made of cheddar cheese.

Silus patted himself a couple times, then shrugged. "I think so."

Rebb burst into giggles, and Silus looked over at her and traded a smile.

"Do you want me to help you, Amelie? I've got time," said Rebb, sarcasm oozing from each word. "If it really is too hard for you to figure out, I mean."

The young woman, Amelie, stared daggers at Rebb. "I'm fine. I don't need help from the Suck Machine." Amelie turned back to Silus and said "If you change your mind, I'll be at my car," then stormed away.

Silus watched her go. She did, in fact, struggle with number five for a moment, but she got it in the end. She didn't come back inside.

"Well she seems like a catch," said Silus, still watching Amelie as she speed-charged her car at the fuel link. "How do you know her? School?"

Rebb finally relaxed. "We're neighbors. We used to be friends, but--" Rebb trailed off, then shrugged. "I dunno. We're not anymore. Fuck her."

Silus looked back out at Amelie, in her fine, fancy clothes, with her fine, fancy car, then back to Rebb, who could best be described as "scruffy".

"You're neighbors?"

Rebb laughed. "Her parents are modest. They'd rather have a normal house with good stuff than a fancy house filled with expensive crap. I don't know how she got the way she is."

Silus blinked a couple times, then shrugged. "Huh. Takes all sorts, I guess."

Rebb rolled her eyes, then pouted at Silus. "Are you not gonna ask about 'Suck Machine'?"

Silus shrugged again. "That one seemed pretty obvious to me." Then he leered at her and waggled his fingers, and Rebb laughed.

"Perv."

"Slut."

"Dick for a brain."

"Vice City Pussy Edition."

They traded insults back and forth for a while, then smiled at each other. For a moment, Rebb lit up the way she only did when she was happy, and Silus nearly felt his heart light up and burst out of his chest. Then, mischief in her eyes, Rebb threw a roll of paper towels at him, and the moment passed.

The next few hours after that were odd repeats of Amelie's visit. Or, if not exact repeats, the people who came in had the same beat, rhythm, and harmony of Amelie's visit.

"Could you help me check something?"

"Does this make my ass look phat, with a 'ph'?"

"You're the guy?"

"Are you really dating Rebb?"

Silus felt very much like a bear at the zoo.

"What did you tell them?" Silus asked Rebb after a particularly giggly group of rugby players came through just after midnight and looked over them both.

Rebb shrugged. "I'm not interested in casual hookups with anyone right now. That's it."

Silus stared out at the rugby players as they piled into a car and drove off. "Well, they're acting like the Pope just died."

Rebb rolled her eyes. "Not my fault they only had enough game to get into my pants."

Silus's eyes lolled over to Rebb, his head and body following slowly after. "Like you're a person whose pants are easy to get into."

Rebb scoffed. "Used to be. Catch me at the right time, be brash and bonzo enough, and, yeah, you could get into my pants. Do a good enough job, and we'd probably fuck more than once. I like to get fucked, and lots of other people like to fuck. Not much to it."

Silus nodded. As independent as she was, and as loathe as she'd be to admit it, Rebb liked to go with the flow. "What changed?"

"I dunno," said Rebb, ripping open a bag of cups to stock the soda fountain with. "I just-- I dunno. I want more for myself than that, now, I guess. I don't want to be-- I dunno. You get it?"

"I do," said Silus, and he did.

The door jingled open. Rebb looked up, then her eyes narrowed. "No. Out. Get out, right now," she said, pointing at the door.

Silus looked at the door and saw, standing there, some preppy sports-jock with forgettable short brown curly hair, a forgettable cocky half-smile that asked 'what did I do wrong?' and an attitude that let you know that he'd never figure it out, no matter how many times he was told or how small the words were that he was told with.

"I haven't done anything," the preppy sports-jock said, taking another step inside.

"You stepped inside after Rebb told you to leave. She said out, so get out. Get fuel somewhere else," Silus added, his slack attitude no longer at half-mast.

"What if I didn't want fuel? What if I wanted something else?" the preppy sports-jock said, ignoring Silus as he started to slow walk towards Rebb.

Rebb took a step back. "Then get that somewhere else. You're not wanted here, Jax."

"I think I am," said the preppy sports-jock, Jax, and he reached out for Rebb.

Silus could see her shiver.

Silus didn't know how he leapt over the counter. He didn't remember being that athletic.

He didn't know how he crossed the distance to Jax as quickly as he did. He didn't remember being that fast.

Jax was taller than him, Silus noticed, and buffer, but, in that moment, it didn't seem to matter.

"Leave. Or you will be made to leave," said Silus in a voice that wasn't entirely his own. "You have been warned."

"Or what?" said Jax, turning to look at Silus as if he'd only just realized he was there.

Again, the voice bubbled up from somewhere deep within Silus and words he didn't know flowed out from his mouth. "Quarterbacks like you travel around so much, Jaxton deVilliers. It would be such a shame if something were to hinder that ease of travel."

Jaxton deVilliers, a person Silus didn't know with a rich name he didn't recognize, took a step back, eyes wide. "Is that a-- what are--"

"Get. Out. Jax," said Rebb, newfound iron in her voice.

Jax left, and soon a pair of tire marks and the smell of burnt rubber were the only signs he'd been there at all.

Silus looked at Rebb. She was breathing heavily, but not quickly. She looked totally in control of herself and the situation.

Still--

"You want a hug?" he asked, and like that they were hugging like their lives depended on it. Silus was a firm believer in the 'Disney Princess' hug; you didn't let go until the other person let go, because you don't know how much they need that hug.

Rebb needed his hug.

Silus didn't ask her anything, didn't say anything. He felt his shirt get wet, heard a few sniffles, but he kept on hugging.

After a long while, Rebb gave him a squeeze. "Thanks for backing me up," she said, her head nuzzled into his chest.

"No problem. You're worth backing up," said Silus, and he squeezed her back. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No," said Rebb, her voice muffled by his chest. Then she looked up at him. "I mean-- yes, but not-- not right now."

Rebb sniffled again.

Still holding her, Silus pulled his shirt up and wiped off her snot and tears. "Fresh spot for you. Because you matter."

"Thanks. You're a sweetheart," Rebb said with a laugh like bells, then, with a quick glance at the door, she asked "Could you just, like, make-- I mean, just-- do me? Not a rough fuck. Just-- something nice and easy. Gentle."

Silus looked outside. The road was dead. The store was dead. Although there was a chance that--

Nah.

Screw it.

He bent down, and gave her a little kiss on the lips, barely more than a peck. "Sure. Come on."

He flipped the door sign to 'Out, be back soon!', then he went and took her by the hand, and led her to the storage closet.

There'd been times during the last few weeks when she and he felt like being public, and fucked wildly and in the open, daring everyone to see exactly what they were up to.

Then there'd been times when they'd just fuck quick and dirty, barely out of sight, just behind the counter, hoping to not be seen, but wondering what would happen if they were.

This wasn't one of those times.

This time, it was gentle. It was soft. It was loving.

This time, It was just for them.