He snickered. “She was all over me, dude. I got my marks in, but make no mistake. She couldn't keep her paws and her lips off me. She gobbled my cock down with ease before we even got started. I didn't even have to warm her up.”
“Hell yeah, Roy. That’s the way to do it.”
“Marina sure is a giver. And I think I’m gonna keep her around for a little while.”
I grinned. “Sex really that good?”
“Have you been listening to me at all? The sex is fantastic. I mean, yeah, she’s a bit thin. But I like ‘em thin. Less to push away to get to the holes I really want.”
I shook my head. “Nope. After I’m done, I want to fall against my girl and feel her catch me with her softness.”
“You’ve always been attracted to fatties. I don’t get that.”
“Not fatties, Roy. Just those girls with a little more to give is all. Trust me, if you ever feel a pair of soft thighs wrapped around your waist, you’ll never go back.”
“No, thanks. If her thighs rub together, you can count me out. You know how badly pussy smells after thighs have been rubbing against it all damn day? Fucking hell, no thank you.”
I chuckled. “Pussy stinks anyway. Get over it, or don’t eat it.”
He shrugged. “Marina’s don’t stink. I don’t know what the fuck she does do it, but it smells like fucking candy and roses, man. Keeps it bare for me, too. I mean, every inch of her is just smooth as ice cream. When I do feel like going down on her, I’m there for a while. Especially since she lets me do practically whatever I want if I can make her come a few times with my tongue.”
“A few times? Let’s not overstate now.”
“What? Okay, okay. Three times with my tongue. The most I’ve ever done.”
“On Marina? Or in general?”
He grinned. “Not enough detail for you yet?”
As Roy launched into yet more stories about his girlfriend, my mind drifted back to Rae. I wondered if she’d gotten home okay last night. If I’d see her again, privately. I thought forward to Monday, and whether or not things might be weird at school. Would she acknowledge me? Would it be business as usual? Was she embarrassed that she’d slept with me?
I found myself hoping she wasn’t embarrassed at all. In fact, I found myself hoping we could actually be civil.
Maybe even kind to one another.
“Earth to Clint, you there?”
I shook my head. “Sorry. I was drowning in the boring stories of your sexual escapades.”
He gawked. “Boring? Boring!? You call fucking my girlfriend in her parents’ bed four times boring?”
“No, I call it nasty. Because that’s their marital bed. All they do is fuck in it. So now, technically, you’ve fucked Marina, her mother, and her father. Because you know their shit’s all over that mattress.”
He paused. “Holy fuck, I need to shower again.”
And as I threw my head back with laughter, Roy scampered off into his house. Readying himself for the scrub-down of the century.
Which gave my mind more time to drift back to Rae.
17
Raelynn
I drew in a deep breath before knocking on Allison’s front door. I’d barely gotten any sleep last night, and I needed to talk with my best friend. But not Michael. Holy shit, Michael would kill me if he knew what had happened.
“Hey there, Rae! Come in, come in. You hungry? There’s still some leftover breakfast.”
Allison’s mother was an absolute ray of sunshine. I smiled at her as I walked through the door she held open for me, feeling the cool air conditioning of their home envelop me. I had to hold back tears. I was more emotional than I’d ever felt in my life, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be explaining to Mrs. Denver why I had come to her house crying.