December 2012

The old man trailed off again. He’d been silent for at least a full ten minutes. I was starting to wonder if this story had a happy ending or if I would ever hear it if it did.
Finally I nudged him with my foot a few times, until he stirred back into this dimension.

He smiled at me and asked, “Did I tell you the first time we fucked like bunnies?”

I shook my head and chuckled, silently begging the old man to continue his story.

“It was December, I think. In 2012.. The day the Aztecs said the world was going to end. I was living with my mother, and my wife even though we were separated, and my baby girl.”

How classy, I couldn’t help but think as he continued.

“I tried to leave my mother’s house several times, lord knows I was making enough money to do it, but my poor old mother always guilted me into moving back in..”

“How does the coffee girl fit in?”

“Oh my mother loved her. Juliet came over quite often.. She drove about an hour in the morning just to see me for a few minutes before I left for work at 6.”

I almost choked on my beverage. “In the morning?”

He nodded. “Then she spent all day helping my mother and didn’t usually see me again until after 8pm that night. Oh, but I was going to tell you about December!”

The man could drag a story out, for sure.

“For whatever reason, she didn’t come over that morning.. she didn’t come over until after I got home and started missing her. So I called her. And she came. My wife was there, naturally.. We three went to the grocery store.. can’t remember why. That’s the day I noticed every man who laid eyes on Juliet couldn’t help but stare. She was thin, toned, and hour glass curves like a Disney character.”

“I loved watching them be jealous,” he continued. “By the time we got home, I’d become so turned on I couldn’t contain myself. Right on the couch, in front of God, my wife, my mother if she chose to emerge, I started making out with my Juliet. And we started to get naked.”

I felt a lump in my throat and quickly swallowed, trying not to seem eager for more.

“Juliet was shy though..” Gilbert chuckled. “So I convinced her to go with me into my room and we closed the door. She was shaking like a leaf, so innocent.. But God did she taste sweet.. And she had no idea how loud she was until I had to quiet her down more than once.”

“You fucked her in your wife’s bed?”

“No, that was just foreplay. I fucked her later on the couch, then on the floor.. We didn’t get any sleep that night. Luckily it was a Friday night, and if the world was going to end, we were going to die happily buried in each other.”

k.o.girl – c.1

Authors Note:
I was given a writing prompt from a… dear friend. Each ‘chapter’ is a new prompt. I for one, can’t wait to see how my friend fucks with my writing abilities…

She woke up in a strange bed covered in feathers and no memory of the previous evening.

She noticed she was sticky, feathers stuck in her hair on on her leg.. she was also half-dressed, and cold.

Where are my pants…

She was wearing a plain green tee that was falling off one shoulder, black Victoria’s Secret panties, and not-so-white ankle socks.

She sat up on her elbows and tried to take in her surroundings. She couldn’t focus her vision. Everything was spinning and blurry so she allowed herself to fall back down onto the bed.

Her vision kept swimming until total darkness engulfed her once more.