Son of Motherfucker - Chapter Two
"You smell like a donut," Karen complained, wrinkling her nose and watching me undress.
"You could always sleep in your room," I suggested.
I'd come home to find her curled up with a magazine on my bed, looking quite comfortable in an old, threadbare t-shirt and leopard print panties. I wasn't surprised; so far as my mom was concerned, we were officially a couple. Spending a weekend together in a hotel room had pretty much consummated our relationship.
"This is my room now," she said. "At least until the studio is finished."
"Right." I nodded, unzipping my pants. She looked sexy as hell with her hair down, rubbing her thighs together with obvious anticipation.
"Besides," she shrugged, "your father's entertaining tonight."
"What?" I instinctively looked over my shoulder. "Wendy's here?"
"No," Karen said, smiling. "Your sister, Ginny. I think she's rather fond of her daddy, or at least his cock."
"Oh." I frowned and tried not to care. I mean, my own cock was hard for my mother, so... "Welcome to the family, sis," I muttered.
"Come to bed," she told me, dropping her magazine on the floor. "It's already past midnight."
"I should take a shower."
"No," she sighed. "I like donuts."
"I like your ass," I said, naked and stroking my heavy erection. "Roll over."
"Ohhh..." Karen smiled and pushed her panties down her long legs. She had an awesome ass and I'm not sure why, but I loved fucking her there.
She got on her knees for me, laying on crossed arms and biting her bottom lip as I pried her round cheeks apart with my thumbs. Her cunt was already wet and the heat seemed to pour out of her, but I kissed her asshole instead. I licked around Karen's rosy sphincter and pressed my lips to her anus. She tasted clean, slightly soapy after an earlier bath and I felt a twinge of disappointment. I'd eaten her sweaty ass more than once over the weekend and I enjoyed the flavor, or maybe only the nastiness of it. Having sex with my mother was a dirty thing, after all, but I felt less guilty than just plain numb.
"Slowly," she hissed, jerking her hips as I brought my dripping cockhead to her asshole.
"I'll be careful," I promised. "Relax. I love fucking your ass."
"You've got a big dick," she reminded us, and I felt her body going stiff.
My mom, who had been a serious slut back in high school, had remained a backdoor virgin until she'd given it up to me. That had been less than a week before and she still felt incredibly tight down there. We both gasped as the smooth glans popped through the rubbery ring and into her rectum. Karen felt like silk inside, soft and dry as I began pushing into her. I stroked her back, moving my hands beneath her loose t-shirt and up to her shoulders.
"Oh! Fuck!" she groaned, throwing her head back as I gripped her shoulders and drove half of my cock inside.
"Yeah," I agreed, groaning the words. "I'm fucking you now."
We were both grunting like animals while we fucked and I know it had to hurt her at first, but Karen didn't complain. After a few minutes she started fucking me right back, grabbing the headboard of my bed and pushing against my cock. My mom loved sex, no doubt about that, and it was all good for her. Me too as I finally managed to work the last inch of my erection into her hungry rectum. My balls slapped her drooling pussy and I reached beneath her to hold Karen's firm tits, tugging and squeezing her ripe flesh.
"You're an amazing fuck," I breathed. "I love your ass...Ah! Christ...Turn around."
"Wha-What?" She blinked, red-faced and confused as I pulled my cock out of her ass.
"I wanna cum on your face," I told her, trying to hold my orgasm back. I pushed her hips one way and pulled at her head with my other hand.
"Cum for me, Jimmy," she moaned. "Cum all over me. I want your cum."
I jerked off on my mother's beautiful face, holding her hair in my fist and spurting hot semen across her cheeks. She opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue, but I wanted to make as much of a mess as possible. My cock pulsed, jetting ball cream across her nose and onto her forehead. I painted her chin and down her neck, and a pool of milky cum covered her left eye. She blinked through the stuff and wagged her tongue, trying to lap at my cock until I finally pushed it into her mouth. Karen sucked on it hard, grabbing my ass and pulling my cock into her throat.
She looked like a whore by the time we were finished. A cocksucking, cum spattered slut who would do anything except complain. Karen washed her asshole off my dick and I didn't go soft. I fucked her sloppy face for ten minutes before putting her back on her belly so I could finish inside her well-stretched asshole. I thought about Amy as I straddled my mom's thighs with my knees, covering her back with my chest and bouncing our flushed bodies on the mattress. My second load of the night was a good one and I filled Karen's ass with sperm, holding myself inside her as long as I could. When my cock softened and her slimy rectum finally forced me out, I rolled off her with a satisfied smile.
"That felt good," I breathed.
"Hmmm..." Karen smiled, not moving at all. The pillow beneath her face had been stained with cum from the facial I'd given her, but she didn't seem to care.
"What if Wendy and me didn't get married right away?" I wondered, bringing up the subject out of the blue.
"You have to marry her," she said, moving closer, curling up next to me. Karen put her sticky cheek on my chest, still catching her breath.
"I know," I replied. "I was just thinking it would be better to wait."
"Wait for what?" Karen asked.
I didn't have a ready answer for that, mostly because I didn't have the sort of devious mind to come up with evil plans. Fortunately, my mom could fill in the blanks all by herself.
"Oh! That's good," she whispered, licking her lips. "Wait until she's showing, you mean. Seven months? Eight?"
"Uhhh..." I smiled at the ceiling.
"Waddling down the aisle with a huge belly." Karen giggled. "People won't just know she's pregnant, they'll see it."
"I guess so," I said, not really knowing what the difference was, but maybe it's a big deal for girls. My mom seemed to think so anyway and she wasn't about to miss a chance at humiliating Wendy.
"The little bitch will have to live with it," Mom sighed. "The rest of her life, just like I have. Yeah. That's what we'll do."
"Postpone the wedding?"
"Your father won't be too happy," she said, talking to herself more than me, I thought. "He's got Ginny anyway and it isn't like Wendy's going anywhere, is it? No, this will teach Wendy's mother a good lesson too."
"Hmmm..." I nodded thoughtfully and slipped out from under Karen so I could find a blanket. We had to get up early for work and school, but sleep would be a long time coming as I considered my good luck.
Wendy would be pissed, but she only wanted to get married because it would get my parents off her back. She imagined that all those videos would be meaningless, like my mom couldn't possibly continue to blackmail her own daughter-in-law. I wasn't even sure it was blackmail anyway, not after watching Wendy fuck Brian's lights out. She'd loved every minute of it and the videos were just her excuse. I wondered if she was still fucking around behind my back. She swore she wasn't, but nobody changes that much overnight, do they?
No, I didn't think so. Wendy really wanted to marry me just because I was such a wimp. She'd dump my dad and make all kinds of promises, but she had me under her thumb. I'd end up babysitting her kids while she went out every night to find some strange dick. I'd be one of those cuckold husbands you hear about every now and then, begging her to stop and knowing she never would. I'd been seriously pussy whipped my whole life. Yeah, my mom and my girlfriend had pulled a train on my ego. Fuck. My dad too. He'd helped and I'd been pretty stupid before, pretty naive, but now I knew the truth.
My parents, the sexual predators, wanted me to marry Wendy just so they'd always have her handy. They'd own both of us and we'd never break free. My dad loved her? Right! He was busy fucking Ginny every chance he got. That girl had been like clay and he'd twisted her around pretty darn quickly. I felt bad about that, because I'd helped. I'd fucked her, but at least I could say I hadn't known she was my sister. The first time had been an accident, but after that...
They were corrupting me. I could feel the hate crawling under my skin, and that's what it was -- Hate-Sex. Or if not that, then something equally dark. I held my mother in my arms, molding my body to hers while she slept. My cock had grown hard and I pressed it between her thighs from behind. She sighed softly, murmuring and spreading her legs to let me inside her pussy. I didn't want to fuck her, I just wanted to sleep with my cock stretching her hole. She didn't love me anymore than I loved her, but we had to pretend or everything would fall apart.
Everything had always been a lie.
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"Hey boyfriend," Wendy met me before homeroom, smiling as she slid her body between me and my locker.
"Hi Jimmy," Amy said, standing nearby with Lisa. Those three girls went everywhere together, so that wasn't unusual.
It seemed kind of strange now though, simply because Amy had rarely said anything to me in the past. I'd never noticed her smile either, or the way her green eyes sparkled when they caught mine. Had she looked at me like that before? I couldn't know, but I remembered giving her a ride home. I recalled every word the girl had said the night before and now she had to stand there, watching as Wendy put her arms around my neck.
"I missed you," she whispered. "Don't be mad at me anymore."
She pulled me into a kiss, making out with me in front of the entire school. Everyone knew we were engaged, that news had traveled fast, and Wendy was probably happy as it made her that much more special. She was the hottest girl in school and already engaged, maybe even pregnant, and in our weird teenage twilight zone, that only elevated her status for some reason. Like those girls just couldn't wait to grow up and Wendy was actually doing it, right before their envious eyes.
But not all of them, I thought. Not Amy as she watched us with a bored look on her pretty face. I watched her, even while my tongue played in Wendy's sweet mouth, I kept my eyes open and fixed on Amy. The girls had worn their cheer uniforms again, blue and gold stretch tops and short, pleated skirts. Amy's tits looked awesome and since she was so petite everywhere else, her breasts seemed even bigger than they were. I don't know anything about bra sizes, but...D-cups? Probably, something like that. They were bigger than my mom's anyway, and the rest of her looked just as good.
Amy. She licked her kips, teasing me with her pink tongue. How come I'd never noticed her before? The answer was simple -- I'd always loved Wendy. I'd been the dope who wouldn't even look at another girl, and so I hadn't. Girls had talked to me before, you know. They'd always been interested in me, some of them, but I wanted to be honest and faithful and it wasn't all that hard to ignore desire. At least, it wasn't hard if you tried. Wendy couldn't do it, obviously, but what about Amy? I didn't even know if I liked her yet, but she sure did look nice enough. Like an angel. I thought.
"What?" I breathed, tearing my eyes off Amy so I could focus on Wendy.
"Come on," she repeated. "I think I forgot something in your car."
"Forgot what?" I asked, not getting it at all. "The bell's going to ring any second."
"Amy will cover for us," Wendy said, giggling as she tugged on my arm. "Right?"
"Whatever," Amy sighed, sharing a look with Lisa. They knew what was going on, even if I was a little slow.
Wendy hadn't forgotten anything in my car. I hadn't even given her a ride, she just wanted to fuck.
"Let me get on top," she said three minutes later, just as the bell rang to announce homeroom. I wondered what Amy would tell the teacher.
At least the student parking lot was largely deserted and the only one we had to watch out for was Irving. He was the rent-a-cop who walked around the school looking for smokers or kids dealing dope or whatever. Actually, I didn't know why the school needed him, we were a middle class school in a middle class neighborhood. Anyway, if he caught us having sex in the parking lot it would be kind of embarrassing, especially for Wendy, except...Why would she be embarrassed? We were getting married and she was a slut anyway.
I sat on the front passenger seat, unbuttoning my pants and pulling my cock out the fly of my boxers. I had no problem getting hard and while part of me didn't want to have anything to do with Wendy, another part of me loved her. What a nagging voice that was too! All the good memories, and there were a lot of them, tried to convince me that I should give her one more chance. I ignored that bad advice. I was determined now and a dark angel sat on my shoulder, telling me to fuck her.
"Fuck her as hard and often as you can, Jimmy," he whispered. "Get your money's worth before you dump her cheating ass."
Now that sounded like good advice and I'd heard it before. It was the same thought I'd had while I'd fucked Karen's ass and painted her face with spunk. It's why I'd treated her so poorly, you know? Partly because I could, but mostly because I wanted to remember her like that. My mom the nasty cum bucket. Great. I'd have done the same thing to Wendy, except I really wanted to knock her up. It would almost be worth marrying her just to see the girl eight months pregnant in a wedding dress.
When had I learned to hate? Fuck! I really needed a new environment. Like an intervention or something, before I ended up like my dad. I tried not to think about the odd fact that he'd fucked every girl I'd ever fucked, except Kylie and she didn't count. Right? Maybe I should marry Ginny. Knock up my half-sister and marry her and have a little Jimmy of our own to play God with. What was I doing?
"What are you thinking about?" Wendy wondered, rocking her hips from side-to-side as she pushed her cheer shorts down.
"Huh?" I blinked at her. She stood just outside the open passenger door, sort of hiding behind it as she stepped out of her shorts and panties.
"You weren't even looking at me," she pouted.
"Sorry. I was, um..." I shrugged and she tossed her clothing past me, onto the driver's seat. "You're beautiful."
"Everybody says that." Wendy grinned, climbing on top of me. "Did you fuck your mom this morning?"
"No," I replied, truthfully. I held my erection while Wendy held her skirt, pulling it up so I could see my cock spreading her thin pussy lips.
"Good," she sighed, closing her eyes and letting herself down. "I want all of your cum, Jimmy. I love your cock."
She felt as wonderful as ever, moist and tight, taking half of my dick with a slow up and down motion. I held her hips and watched her breasts beneath her cheer top. They weren't nearly as large as Amy's and I closed my eyes, imagining Wendy's best friend riding my penis. I didn't just think about fucking her though, I wondered what it would be like just to hang out with her. Talking to Amy, finding out what she loved and hated, all the little things that matter a lot more than just sex.
I fucked Wendy while trying to guess Amy's favorite color.
"I'm gonna cum," Wendy gasped, spoiling it as she fell onto my chest. "I love you. Fuck me, Jimmy!"
Her tongue stabbed between my lips, stiff and long and fucking my mouth much like my cock fucked her pussy. The soft walls of her pussy nursed on my prick while I suckled her tongue, both of us squirming around like crazy. I had my arms wrapped around Wendy's waist, holding her down while I pushed my butt out of the seat. The car bounced and squeaked, and she must have had one orgasm after another. The girl couldn't stop moving and I needed to cum with her. My balls ached and my cock throbbed. I tried to think about Amy, but instead I remembered Wendy fucking Brian and letting him cum on her face.
"Mmmm..." Wendy licked her lips, smiling as my cock pulsed inside her. "I can feel it. It feels so good when you cum inside me."
"Yeah," I sighed. "It's better than jerking off."
"What?" Her smile went away.
"Huh?" I shrugged. "I just said fucking you is better than jerking off. What's wrong with that?"
"You asshole." She tried to get off me, but I wasn't done cumming yet and I held her tight.
"Why?" I chuckled. "You're a great fuck, Wendy. Don't be mad about it."
"You think that's what I want to hear?" she huffed, pushing at my shoulders. "Let me go! I want to get up."
"My dick's still hard," I said, but I didn't have to tell her that. I had about seven fat inches bathing in her cum soaked pussy.
"Go jerk off," she grunted, giving me one last push before giving up. "What do you want, Jimmy?"
"I want to cum on your face," I decided.
"Fuck you," she snorted. "I'm not even in the mood now."
"You gotta be in the mood for that?" I teased her, keeping my left arm around her waist while I began stroking her back with my other hand.
"I don't understand you at all," she said. "You're like two different people. You love me and then you treat me like shit."
"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?"
"We're getting married in less than two weeks, remember?" Wendy put her head on my shoulder. "I just want to love you, Jimmy."
"It's not enough," I sighed, loosening my arms. Trying to make her mad wasn't as much fun as I wanted it to be. It just hurt me inside.
"My parents said we could live at my house," she whispered. "We can get away from your mom and dad."
"What?"
"They don't want me to move out," she explained, fucking my cock with a small, gentle rocking of her hips. "I told them I'd stay, but only if you could live there with me."
"They said yes?"
"Uh-huh." Wendy giggled, giving me her eyes. "Daddy said he'd buy us a bigger bed."
"That's kinda weird," I said, smiling at the idea. She had a nice bedroom, but her bed was kind of small.
"I gotta be pregnant though," she told me. "If I'm not, they're going to be mad."
"Right!" I grinned, pulling her down as I pushed my cock deeper. We were fucking again, like we had all the time in the world.
"Well, they'll be happy too," she admitted with a smile of her own. "But they're going to know we lied."
"It'll be too late by then."
"My mom wants me to get a pregnancy test."
"She does? Like one of those home test things?"
"At the hospital," Wendy said. "A real one."
"Do you really think you're pregnant?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"Probably, but I think it's too early to tell."
"I don't know how it works."
"I'm supposed to get my period next week," she said. "Like Sunday, or probably Monday. So I was definitely ovulating last week."
"Okay."
"And you definitely fucked me," Wendy reminded me with a grin. "So yeah, I'm probably pregnant right now."
"But you can't prove it?" I pulled her top upwards, wanting to see her tits.
"Not yet," she agreed, sitting up and helping me. "I just hope the baby's not your dad's, you know?"
"What difference does it make," I wondered, knowing it couldn't be my dad's baby. He'd had a vasectomy.
"Shut-up!" Wendy's eyes flashed. "God! What kind of fucked up thing is that to say?"
"I just mean..."
"It makes all the difference in the world," she continued. "Fuck!"
SLAP! Wendy slapped my face, kind of hard, too.
"I love you," she said. "I don't want someone else's baby. Fuck you!"
SLAP! She slapped me again and I grabbed her hands, because it hurt. We hadn't stopped fucking though. If anything, we were really getting into it as I felt our cum soaking into my boxers. She was seriously wet.
"Take it back," she demanded. "Tell me you're sorry."
"I am sorry," I said. "Stop hitting me."
"I'm going to marry you," she said, jerking her right arm free.
SLAP!
"I'll slap you all I want."
"I'll slap you back," I warned her, but Wendy knew I didn't mean it. She tried to hit me again, but I caught her wrist and this time I wasn't going to let her get away.
"You wouldn't do that," she sighed, pressing her naked tits to my chest. She kissed my mouth. "I know you love me, Jimmy."
Wendy kissed me again and I let go of her arms so I could grab her ass. Fuck! She made my dick hard as steel and I wanted her. I even liked being slapped, sorta, but I didn't know why. Maybe because it meant she actually cared. She wanted to have my baby? She kept saying she loved me. She wanted to dump my dad and live with her parents, both of us together in her bedroom, fucking every night. Watching her tummy getting bigger, knowing it was my baby, even if Wendy didn't.
Shoot. I was falling in love with her all over again.
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Kylie held my feet at the beginning of gym class, but I didn't feel like doing sit-ups. She didn't either, but the most I'd ever seen her do was about seven, even when she'd been a boy. She just wasn't very athletic, which was one of the reasons we'd sort of drifted apart.
"I heard you made up with Wendy again," she said, teasing me with her doe eyes.
"Not really," I said, laying on my back.
"She told everybody you guys were doing it in your car," Kylie explained. "You're kinda hopeless, huh?"
"I didn't actually break up with her yet," I sighed, pulling myself up to my knees. "So we didn't really make up. See?"
"You just fucked her."
"Yeah." I nodded. "I fucked her."
"Amy's worried about it," Kylie told me. "She really likes you."
"I figured that out."
"A lot."
"You talked to her about me?" I asked. "I mean, yesterday. You told her I was going to break up with Wendy?"
"I like Amy," she said with a shrug. "I like you too, so...She told me she used to write you love letters."
"What?"
"She'd write notes and put them in your books when you weren't looking," Kylie said. "In seventh grade or whatever. Eighth grade?"
"That was her?" I smiled. "She told you that?"
"Yeah."
Of course Amy had told Kylie, because nobody else in the universe could know about those notes. I'd never told anyone about them, not Kyle or Wendy, not my parents, nobody. I still had them, even though they kind of embarrassed me. I mean, the stuff they said...Like, she loved me more than life? She was empty without me and cheesy stuff like that? I'd only been thirteen or fourteen at the time and I always figured it was some stupid, ugly girl with a crush, but it had been Amy?
"She made me promise not tell you," Kylie said, giggling lightly.
"Man." I took a deep breath. "I almost wish you hadn't."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to embarrass her," I said. "I can't believe she told you about them."
"She loves you."
"What's she like?" I wondered. "You're her friend, right? So what's she really like?"
"I don't know." Kylie shrugged. "She's nice. She's pretty. I wish I looked like her, but..."
"Heh!" I grinned at her. "You're pretty pretty."
"...she's kind of sad or something," she finished. "What? Pretty pretty again? I'm gonna get that on a t-shirt."
"You should," I agreed. "I'll get you one. Pink. Next time I'm at the mall."
"Promise?" She pursed her lips, half-pouting. "You'll forget."
"No way." I shook my head. "What do you mean, Amy's sad?"
"She just seems kind of sad sometimes," Kylie replied. "Probably because you're fucking Wendy."
"Hmmm..." I shrugged at that, but what I really wondered was, "Do you think I'd like her?"
"You like everybody," she reminded me, giggling. "That's your whole problem."
"Not my whole problem," I protested, smiling back at her. "But seriously, do you think I'd like Amy?"
"Are you gonna blame me if you don't?"
"No."
"Wendy's gonna say I set you guys up," she sighed.
"You kinda are," I said. "Just tell me."
"She's nice." Kylie repeated. "Go out with her. Talk to her or something."
"What happened to her boyfriend?" I asked, being just full of curiosity. I felt excited, you know? Amy had written those letters and I'd kept them, never knowing why, but now...
"Ritchie? I think he wanted to have sex with her."
"What do you mean?"
"Like fucking?" Kylie rolled her eyes. "Amy didn't want to do it, at least not with him."
"Really?" I almost smiled, being all too used to everyone fucking everyone for no reason at all. It was easy to forget that there were normal people in the world.
"She's not a virgin, if that's what you're thinking."
"You fucked her?" I blinked at her and Kylie laughed.
"No! I'm not into the fucking thing, remember?"
"You just like getting fucked," I teased her, but she didn't deny it. Kylie had told me that herself.
"I just know she had sex before."
"Wendy said you ate her out," I remembered. "Amy, I mean. Well, Wendy too, uh..."
"Shut-up!" She stuck her tongue out at me. "I licked Lisa's pussy too. So what?"
"So you had sex with her," I said, as if that proved anything.
"They all eat each other out," she said. "It doesn't mean anything."
"What? Really?"
"They call it girl fun," Kylie said with a shrug. "It's not serious or anything. It's like guys jerking each other off in the shower or something."
"Huh?" I made a face and glanced around the gym, but we were whispering anyway.
Everyone else was doing push-ups, but the gym teacher didn't really care what we were doing. That was the good thing about being Kylie's partner, Mr. Robert's was kinda homophobic and he wouldn't even look at us. He probably figured I was gay too, but I didn't care. Nobody else would think so, not with Wendy bragging about how we'd skipped homeroom so I could bang her twice in the parking lot.
"Or sucking?" Kylie suggested, lifting her eyebrows with an inviting, sexy smile. "We could take a shower right now."
"You need a real boyfriend," I told her, and we both sighed at the truth of that. Kylie was becoming my best friend again and I needed one of those a lot more than I did a blowjob.
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"Uh...Hi, Amy." I smiled at her, wondering why she sat on the hood of my car. She'd changed out of her cheer uniform and now wore jeans and a white sweatshirt with a sailboat on it, and it looked good on her.
The school day had just ended and she should have been going to her cheer practice with Wendy.
"What are you doing?" I asked, jingling my keys in the pocket of my jacket, until I realized how dumb that must have seemed.
"Waiting for a ride," she said. "Think you can help me out?"
"Yeah, but..." I glanced over my shoulder. "I've got hockey practice. I mean, um...Sure. Yeah, I can give you a ride."
"Well, I don't want you to miss practice," Amy said, hopping off the car.
"It's okay."
"I'll just watch you," she decided, smiling.
"That's pretty boring." I unlocked the passenger door for her.
"I don't mind," she said, looking up at me and her eyes were even prettier in the sunlight.
In fact, she looked a lot prettier all over, and so small, too. The girl must have been a full foot shorter than me, but don't think she looked like a little kid. She looked mature, you know? Like a sixteen-year-old girl should, because not all of them do, and I didn't know if it was her appearance or the look in her eyes, or just some invisible aura thing, but I liked it. Amy wasn't intimidating either, not like Wendy, but I still felt kinda nervous. I'd been thinking about those love notes all afternoon, but I didn't have the guts to ask her about them.
"Hmmm...So this is the scene of the crime, huh?" Amy looked around the front of my car.
"What do you mean?" I glanced at her as I drove past the school busses, hanging a left out of the parking lot.
"You and Wendy?" She shrugged. "Don't worry. I get it."
"Uh...Get what?" I was worried.
"She's still your girlfriend," Amy said.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess so." I frowned, having no idea what to say to her. I wasn't afraid of girls, unlike some of the guys I knew at school, but trying to think of something to say...Fuck!
It sounds stupid, but even though I had a really hot girlfriend in Wendy, I'd never felt comfortable talking to girls, like picking them up or whatever. I'd just never had very much practice, except for Ginny maybe. That had been different though. I wasn't trying to fuck Amy. I wanted to talk to her about everything, about anything and get to know her better. Instead, I just sat there like an idiot.
"You're not saying very much," she said, smacking her lips.
"Sorry," I cleared my throat. "How come you're not at cheerleader practice?"
"I'm gonna quit."
"Really?" I looked at her. "Why?"
"There's no hockey cheerleaders, are there?"
"No," I replied, grinning at the idea.
"Then I don't want to be a cheerleader," Amy told me, giggling at the look on my face. "What?"
"That just sounds kind of..." I shrugged. "Weird."
"Maybe I'm a weird girl."
"No, I don't think so," I said. "Just different."
"Yeah?" She nodded. "I like that. Different. Okay."
We didn't say anything for another minute or so and maybe that didn't bother Amy, but I couldn't handle it.
"I like your hair," I said. "It used to be longer. Right?"
"Yeah." Her smile could have lit up Vegas, I swear. "Thank you."
"It's nice," I repeated.
"I kinda wanted to change, you know?" Amy smiled at me. "Like a whole new attitude."
"Maybe I need a haircut," I said, drawing another giggle from her.
"Nah." She scrunched up her nose. "Just a new girlfriend."
"Uhhh..."
"You know I like you, Jimmy," she said. "Just give me a chance. I'm not like Wendy."
"What about Wendy?"
"I know she cheated on you," Amy said.
"She told you?" I asked, hoping the entire school didn't know. That would be really embarrassing.
"We're best friends," she reminded me. "But it wasn't that big of a secret."
"I didn't know about it," I told her, wishing we could talk about something else.
"She's stupid," Amy said. "I wouldn't ever do that to you."
"That's what everyone says," I sighed, and immediately regretted it. "Sorry. I didn't mean it that way."
"What way?"
"Like I don't believe you."
"You're right anyway," she said, smiling. "Everybody probably does say that."
"I never even looked at another girl," I said, and then changed my mind. I didn't know what I wanted to say, but crying on her shoulder would probably be bad.
"You can look at me," Amy said. "But if you want to do anything else?"
I looked at her.
"You have to be serious about it," she finished.
"Serious about..."
"Me," Amy said. "I'm not a slut, Jimmy."
"Okay."
"I mean it," she insisted. "I'm not gonna put out just because you're mad at Wendy."
"I believe you," I said, nodding. I didn't know Amy well enough to know if she was angry about something, but she could have been.
"Good." She smiled at me.
"But, um...I'm not going to put out either," I said, half-teasing her. "I mean, I don't even know your middle name or your favorite color, or...When is your birthday?"
Amy giggled and I felt warm all over. Falling in love with her wasn't going to be hard at all, but that had never been one of my problems. This time, however, I wanted to make sure it was really love. I wasn't even going to try and kiss the girl until I knew for sure. I hoped that wouldn't take too long; every time she smiled, I felt my heart aching to see another one.
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"You want to be the donut girl?" I grinned at Amy. "I'm gonna get in trouble."
"Come on! I'm bored," she told me, and I could understand why.
After watching two hours of hockey practice, she'd insisted on coming with me to work. I'd tried to talk her out of it, but only because I knew all too well how much it sucked hanging out in an empty Winchell's all night. The high point had been sharing nachos at Taco Bell. It wasn't much of a dinner, but I'd forgotten all about being hungry. Hanging out with Amy filled me with a sense of excitement I hadn't felt since I'd started dating Wendy.
"Don't I get an apron or something?" she wondered, teasing me with her dimples. "Where's my hat? I get a hat, right?"
"Hold on. I'm getting you one," I called out from the back.
Behind the customer area, where there were a few tables and a couple booths, the long glass case filled with donuts, the coffee and juice machines, and all that, was where we made the donuts. The storeroom was back there too, and a shelf with nothing but brown aprons and silly hats. I had to be insane letting Amy behind the counter, but she wanted to help me sell donuts and I couldn't say no.
"I'm gonna get fired for this," I told her. "As soon as my boss looks at the video, she's going to kill me."
"No way!" Amy replied, giggling happily as she put the apron on. "I'm working for free. You should get a raise."
"Nobody's supposed to be back here," I sighed, glancing at the camera mounted near the ceiling. "Here, let me tie it for you."
"This is so cool," she said, giving me her green eyes over her shoulder. "I never had a real job before."
"It sucks, believe me," I said, but I couldn't stop smiling.
She looked cute as hell in the apron, with her hat cocked jauntily on her head. Man! Amy was awesome and I hadn't felt this good about anything in weeks, maybe months. She actually made me proud of being a donut guy, how silly is that?
"You make the donuts?" she asked. "That's so cool, Jimmy. Show me! Teach me how to make donuts."
And I did.
"Mmmm...This is kinda sexy," Amy decided, definitely teasing me. "Push the thingy into the donut..."
"Not too deep," I warned her.
"...and give it a little squeeze," she said, squirting Bavarian cream into a donut. "Oops! Too much!"
She giggled as the filling broke through the top, spurting around the donut.
"You know what that stuff looks like?" she asked, showing me her tongue.
"You're the worst night baker in the world," I said, grinning at the girl and doing my best to ignore her innuendo. I knew exactly what Bavarian cream looked like, especially when Amy scooped some onto her finger and sucked it clean.
"Yummy!" she decided. "Let me try another one."
"You've ruined three of them already," I reminded her. "You wanna sprinkle some nuts on the cinnamon rolls?"
"Nuts?" She laughed again. "This is the coolest job ever."
The doorbell rang, at least that's what I called it. We had a customer.
"Be good," I told her. "I'll be right back. Don't fill anymore donuts."
"You wanna do it all by yourself, huh?" She tried to pout and ruined it with a grin.
"There's fifty dozen filled donuts," I said on my way towards the front. "If you do it, we'll be here all week...Oh! Wendy. What are you doing here?"
"Did you know about it?" she demanded, storming up to the counter. She looked beautiful as ever and hadn't even changed out of her cheer uniform, but the girl was definitely upset.
"Know about what?" I asked, already having a pretty good idea.
"Your mom said she wouldn't sign the papers!"
"She did?" I tried to look surprised.
"That bitch! She came to my house!"
"Okay, um..."
"She said she wanted to wait until June," Wendy continued. "She made up some bullshit about being worried about school and your grades and...Fuck!"
"Calm down," I said, holding up my hands.
"She just wants me to get fat!" she yelled. "That cunt! She said we could still get married before I have the baby. She knows you're going to dump her!"
"Shhh..." I looked over my shoulder. "We'll talk about it later. Okay?"
"What? Why?" Wendy narrowed her eyes. "Is someone back there?"
"It's, um...someone new. We're making donuts," I explained. "I'll talk to my mom."
"She doesn't want to let you go, Jimmy," she sorta almost whispered. "I fucking hate her!"
"Alright," I said. "Just calm down a little."
"Fuck calm! I don't wanna be calm, I wanna be mad!" Wendy said. "Who's back there anyway? Is it her? Are fucking her at work now?"
"No! It's just..."
"Hey Wendy," Amy said, and I knew I was dead.
"Amy? What are you doing here?" Wendy blinked at the girl and then looked at me. "Oh! You fucker!"
"We're just friends," I protested, looking at Amy. "Right? We never did anything. We're just hanging out."
"We're making donuts," Amy said, smiling. "It's pretty fun."
"Bitch!" Wendy spat. "That's just great! You guys deserve each other! Fuck you!"
"We're not doing anything..." Amy started.
"Liar! You're stealing my boyfriend!"
"Wendy..." I frowned.
"Why don't you go fuck your dad some more!" she yelled at Amy.
"Shut-up!"
"Didn't tell him about that, did you?" Wendy taunted before turning her eyes on me "Amy's dad fucked her all the time when she was little!"
"Get out of here!" Amy yelled, throwing a metal napkin holder at the other girl, and missing. Thank goodness she didn't hit one of the windows or something.
"And she liked it!"
"Stop it," I said, grabbing Amy before she could throw anything else.
"And Jimmy fucks his mom!" Wendy told he, laughing crazily. "He loves her. You don't stand a chance, Ames!"
"Fuck you!"
"Cunt!"
Wendy left, kicking a chair out of the way as both of the girls continued screaming at each other. Amy squirmed in my arms as she tried to get loose, but I held onto her tightly. We watched as Wendy drove her red Volkswagen over the cub, and bashed aside a metal trashcan. She'd always been a bad driver anyway, and being seriously upset wasn't helping. She almost hit another car pulling onto the street and I really hoped she wouldn't kill someone.
"I'd better go," Amy said, slipping out of my arms as I relaxed. "I'm really sorry."
"You don't have to," I said, but she wouldn't even look at me.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna..." Amy untied her apron. She'd already lost her hat.
"How are you gonna get home?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "I'll be fine."
"Take my car," I told her, reaching for my pocket.
"That's okay," she protested, but I gave her my keys anyway.
"I've taken the bus home before," I told her. "Take it."
"My dad raped me," she said, suddenly giving me her eyes and they were wet.
"You don't have to tell me."
"It wasn't my fault." Amy swallowed hard. "I love you."
"I love you too," I said, getting a weak smile before she turned away.
"Bye."