Page 30 of Cookout Carnage
She smiles softly as our first time in a dark part of the town park curls through my memories. I’m back on her lips as her arms pull my neck closer. There’s a passion to this kiss we didn’t have as kids. Maybe it’s because we hadn’t lost anything yet. We didn’t appreciate it. Squeakers snorts, and I look over. My eyes almost bugging out of my head.
“Um. Jon?”
“Yeah, Jules.” Both of our voices are elevated as we see Squeakers’ girlfriend doing what we are about to do.
“Is, um, your old lady pig getting…”
“Oh My God. What is happening?”
I leap to standing and stare at my pig. Jules sits up, a laugh barreling out of her chest, and she says, “They’re not friends. They’re friends with benefits. That pig is drinking from Squeakers’ furry cup.”
“We should probably give them some privacy.” I’m flustered and a bit embarrassed. She tugs my hand as we stroll back to the house. Then Squeakers squeals loudly, and we burst into a run.
I push her up against the farm sink in the kitchen, and she grins.
“Whatcha got there is a daughter-in-law. Squeakers got herself a sowfriend.”
“I had no idea she was gay. Cool. I’m an LGBTQIA+ parent.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“Good for her. And apparently, they’re exhibitionists. Right there in front of us.”
“Well, we kind of started it.”
“EWW. Did she think it was a love-in?”
“You got yourself a dirty old lady.”
“I’m going to need to fuck you to put this out of my mind.”
She puts her hand into my sweat shorts, and I’m already hard for her. “Duty calls.” And she strokes and licks her lips. Too fucking perfect. I turn her around and bend her over the kitchen table. She waggles her ass in approval, and I bury myself to the hilt in the most perfect woman ever.
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“I can’t believeyou’re here.” I touch her cheek, and she leans into it. We’re cuddled close on my favourite living room chair.
“Same.”
I mutter as I fist her hair and pull her head exactly where I want it. “Sealed with a kiss.” This one is a little more aggressive. My lips are hard to hers, and our teeth and tongues try to climb into the other’s mouth. Fuck. I want her again. She molds herself to me, and I’m barely holding on. We’re both breathing heavy and panting at each other.
I capture her eyes with mine. “I’m going to fucking ruin you for all other men.”
She smiles. “You already have.”
I put my hand over my heart, and my phone skitters to life. I glance down at the counter, and it’s Sabrina.
“Go on and get upstairs in my bed.” She grins and grabs the wine bottles and the two plastic cups. She kisses me and flips up the back of my shirt, revealing her perfect ass. I smack it hard, and she gasps. My handprint blooming is fucking hot. We’re hot as adults. I can’t wait to find out what else we can do to each other now.
“I need to lock the happy couple up in their den of paradise and answer this. It’s my friends from the airport thing. Go. And make sure you’re naked for me.”
“Yes, sir. But who are you texting instead of smacking my ass again right now?”
I kiss her urgently, then pull away and explain, “The girl that called you and told you I loved you. Well, there are four more people who were stranded at the airport with me. We’ve become friends.”
“Tell them I said hi.” I take a picture of her with Tabi’s wine.
SABRINA: Hey, I know it’s late but are you guys up? I need to know if Tris and Jon are ok? And I can’t sleep.
