I took a sip of my Coke, as I sat in the driver's seat of the SUV. This hadn't worked out like I had imagined. I held my foot down on the brake and waited. It was hot and the soda did nothing to cool it down. My t-shirt was soaked with sweat and my jeans and work boots were greasy. I sat on a paper protector to keep the leather seats clean.
"Release" I heard Dave call from below the car. I let go of the brake. I was sitting six feet in the air, on a car lift, helping the mechanic bleed the brakes.
"Brake" he called out. I stepped on the brake. I've been out of high school for a year and thought I'd be on a break from college, but I was working 10 hours a day bleeding brakes, changing oil and tires, and supposedly learning the finer points of auto mechanics as an "apprentice." In reality, I was nothing more than low man on this totem pole. At least the money was good. Another year, and I should have enough saved to go to school.
It seems the account I thought was my college savings, was really my old man's gambling pot. He thought he'd win back what he lost, and we'd never know. Don't they always think that. He lost his job too, and spends his time cleaning the pool and going to 12 steps meetings. We're scraping by as a family. Mom works part-time, I've got this, and my brother Randy cleaned up his act and got his CDL. He's usually on the road hauling diapers or some crap across the Midwest. He got me set up with this sweet gig, where he used to work.
"Release" I lifted my foot off the pedal and stared outside at the gas pumps. I recognized the car pulling in, a white Jeep that used to belong to Sarah, my ex. Sarah just got back from her freshman year away, but I haven't seen her yet. I doubt she'll call me, either. Our last phone call didn't go so well after our break-up. Long-distance relationships actually do suck. Who knew?
Driving the Jeep now, was Sarah's little sister Hannah. Hannah was a year behind her sister in school, so she was a High School Senior, all primed for graduation. As she pumped her gas, she played with her hair like girls do, pulling it free and immediately tying it back again. She glanced at her phone and slipped it into the back pocket of her cut-off shorts. Hannah did have a nice ass and I didn't mind having a look at her bare legs from my elevated perch on the car lift. She wasn't as tall as Sarah, but was curvier, if that's a word. Probably a full C-cup under that t-shirt, and while Sarah was long and lean with a runner's body, Hannah was muscular and tightly packed from gymnastics.
Sarah was always my favorite fantasy, but I've had a few daydreams about Hannah, too. Especially after Sarah left. I guess you work with what you see. I haven't seen Sarah in almost a year, but Hannah is easy to spot around town. In my dreams, Sarah often found herself bound and gagged by a biker gang, or pirates. With Hannah, I was a little more realistic. I would find her drunk after a party, drive her home and quietly have my way with her delicious, sleeping body. Hey, I'm only human.
Last year, I actually saw my fantasy of Sarah come true. I watched out the window as my brother Randy peeled off her bikini in my backyard. She tried to resist but, was no match for him. In the end, she was pinned down with her legs spread and fucked into submission. I few weeks later at his apartment, she was fucked by 3 guys as I secretly watched from outside. It was incredible to see the look on her face when she realized it was inevitable. Watching her reluctance turn to acceptance as she gave into her own unwanted orgasm, still drives me nuts. She never knew that I knew what happened, but I'm sure it had something to do with our break-up.
When she did call from college, she confessed to sleeping with a junior after a party. She said she was drunk, and it meant nothing. I think it was her trying to get me to call it off. Our calls always ended up as arguments, so eventually we did split.
I can't really say I'm dating anyone, but I do go out with Kristen from the grocery store sometimes. All of our friends from school were away, so I guess we had the "townie" thing in common now. She's not as hot as Sarah, or Hannah for that matter, but she sucked my cock on the first date, in her parents' driveway no less. We get together every couple of weeks, see a movie, then fuck. Neither of us is expecting more, we're just biding our time.
After work I went over to Denny's to drink beer. Denny was the third one to fuck Sarah at my brother's place that night. He still doesn't know that I was watching that night at Randy's apartment when Randy, Denny, and "Rotten" tag-teamed my girlfriend. So, I guess he was the 4th one overall. He is a bit of a jerk, but since Sarah and I split, Denny and I have gotten along. Plus, he always has weed for smoking. Denny was the school dealer and still has a lucrative business. He claims to be a "Landscaper," because he works in grass. He does in fact mow lawns with a local company, but most of his cash comes from drugs. Besides, he says, the fringe benefits are great.
Denny began offering discounts to the girls from school if they would lose their shirt, or skirt for him. He has a growing photo album of the girls that accepted the deal. Showing turned into touching, and soon he was getting blowjobs every night. I've seen his album and it is pretty hot, especially the pages of Sarah. I think he enjoyed showing me those. Recently, he starting shooting video too. He's sold a few scenes online. He won't share locally with more than a few friends he can trust.
We started hanging out more after graduation. I helped him wire some cameras around the loft apartment where he lives and deals. He calls it a loft even though it's on the ground floor. It's a refurbished factory building where the other four units are through the main entrance. Denny's is on the end and has a private door next to a roll-up that won't open anymore. Brick walls and thick wooden beams throughout. A couple sheetrock walls break it into rooms. Technically a 2 bedroom, one serves as his "studio". The other, his own, is always locked.
We had killed the first six-pack and smoked a joint, when there was a knock on the door. Denny answered the door and I heard some quiet negotiations, then he came back into the room.
"OK, then," he said. "I'll catch you later, dude." A pretty clear sign that he wanted me to leave. As I left, he tossed a thumb-drive to me. "A little something to hold you over." As I walked to my car, I saw Emily sitting in hers, waiting. I knew she would be on camera in a few minutes. I pocketed the USB and drove home.
I was anxious to get home and was getting hard just thinking about the drive in my pocket. I tried to act nonchalant as I passed Mom. She barely nodded and I went upstairs. In my room I immediately inserted the flash-drive. There was just one folder, untitled. Double click, and I spent the next hour browsing its' contents. I watched a 20-min clip of a blonde I didn't know giving Denny a blowjob. She knelt topless, as he sat on the couch with a beer. I saw my "friend with benefits" Kristen getting fucked doggy style. She fucked him back aggressively and I was surprised by the slight sting of jealousy I felt. I had never called her my girlfriend, but still. I decided I would take it out on her during our next "date."
I found the clip I was looking for. Miss Evers, my English teacher Senior year. She was 26, and I don't know how she ever got herself into this, but I guess Denny had her now. She would be fired in seconds if this ever came out. She was about 5' 8" with sandy, shoulder length hair. She walked into Denny's back room wearing blue jeans and a sweater. It couldn't hide just how hot her body was though. She had the total "girl next door" look about her. She was arguing timidly with Denny as she sat on the bed.
