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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF, Actor_RPF
  Relationship:
      Genevieve_Cortese/Adrianne_Palicki, Genevieve_Cortese/Danneel_Harris/
      Adrianne_Palicki, Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan, Colin_Ford, Brock
      Kelly, Jason_Momoa, Aldis_Hodge, Christian_Kane, Chad_Michael_Murray
  Additional Tags:
      Fuckpig, Polyamory, Threesome_-_F/F/F, Open_Relationships, Voyeurism,
      Exhibitionism, Cuckolding, Light_Bondage, Light_Dom/sub, Mildly_Dubious
      Consent, due_to, Somnophilia, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Casual_Sex,
      Recreational_Drug_Use, Background_Relationships, Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan/
      Colin_Ford/Brock_Kelly, Genevieve_Cortese/Aldis_Hodge/Christian_Kane,
      Jason_Momoa/Genevieve_Cortese, Foot_Massage, Chad_being_Chad, Strap-Ons,
      Anal_Sex, Cunnilingus, Piercings, Needles, Domestic_Fluff, Dirty_Talk,
      Genevieve_POV
  Collections:
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  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-02 Words: 11125
****** Glitter on the Highway ******
by saltandbyrne
Summary
     Little slices of Gen Cortese on tour. Consider it nowandgen for
     fuckpig.
Notes
     Jensen is ~15, Danni is ~16.
     While the main focus is on Genevieve/Adrianne and Genevieve/Adrianne/
     Danneel, there is explicit sex between Jared/Jensen, and casual
     mentions of Genevieve/Aldis Hodge/Christian Kane, Genevieve/Jason,
     Jason/Danneel, and Brock/Colin. Basically everyone is fucking.
     There's some somnophilia so I've tagged for dubcon.
     Thank you a million times to silver9mm for the rescue beta!
See the end of the work for more notes
“Aw, come on.”
Adrianne in a wheedling mood is a dangerous thing.
“I just told you I want to watch you pee yourself in your girl scout uniform,
sugar. No one on this bus is judging you.”
Gen blushes, closing two-day-old mascara lashes against Adrianne’s flattened
mess of a pillow. That one hadn’t made the immediate No list, to Gen’s vaguely
aroused horror and Adrianne’s hip-twitching delight. Gen’s phone is like a
minefield of niche porn with all the shit she has to google on the regular
before she gives Adrianne a yay or nay. Sounding had been a capital-N No,
spanking had gotten an enthusiastic yes, and the pee stuff had fallen somewhere
near a soft maybe.
This is Gen’s life now.
They’re somewhere between Pittsburgh and Cleveland, about two hours past a
Cracker Barrel they are never, ever allowed to return to. They shouldn’t have
let Jeff flirt with the waiter for so long but he’d been the prettiest shade of
red by the time Chad had pocketed two dozen biscuits and a pound of old-
fashioned candy.
There’s a caramel wrapper itching behind Gen’s knee but she’s too comfortable
to reach for it, with Adrianne’s chest pressed close against her back and one
of her legs spiraling over Gen’s hip.
“I know, it’s just.”
Gen noses into her hair, smelling stale cigarettes and that indomitable
Adrianne smell that seems to cling to everything she owns these days. A curl of
really good weed from Jason’s bunk above them steals it after a moment. He’s
giggling and curled up with some non-binary tattoo artist who really likes
having their feet rubbed by the sound of it.
It’s one of Gen’s favorite things about being on a tour bus, the white noise.
It’s never really quiet, not with this many people crammed in one moving space.
Even when they’re all asleep, Adrianne snores like a wet bear, Jeff makes sex-
grunts and seems to sleep perpetually sitting up, and sometimes Jared makes
nightmare sounds that make Gen’s stomach hurt a little.
Jared’s quiet now, and she’s pretty sure Jensen honest-to-God fell asleep on
his dick a few miles back. That kid always sleeps like a baby.
Jeff’s noodling around on the old acoustic guitar that seems to belong to the
bus, humming something to himself with his pied-piper lullaby voice. She’d
never met anyone who so resolutely didn’t want to fuck her and still gave her
the sexy heeby-jeebies all at once.
Chad possum-hisses at something he’s picking off his leg and Gen shuffles in
closer to Adrianne.
“It’s something I used to do with Ian.”
Adrianne’s sound of disgust at her ex-boyfriend’s name still makes Gen smile.
“That asshole didn’t deserve to watch you wipe your ass.”
“I know.”
Gen tugs one of Adrianne’s muscled forearms over her waist, tracing her finger
over the rough skin in the crease of Adrianne’s palm. Her hands always look
like doll hands next to Adrianne’s, soft and pale next to Adrianne’s cracked
strength.
“That’s why it’s embarrassing.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that.”
Adrianne spreads her hand across Gen’s stomach, the dip of her thumb curving
under Gen’s bellybutton. She kisses her favorite spot behind Gen’s ear,
nuzzling until Gen relaxes. Adrianne had learned all of her spots in a week,
ones Ian never even knew existed.
Adrianne’s twin cot is barely big enough for one grown woman, let alone
nineteen feet of Adrianne and one side order of Gen. It used to drive her crazy
when she was with Ian, the claustrophobic smell of his body when they’d been on
the road for a long stretch. Adrianne’s B.O. could get up and walk across the
room and Gen still snuggles in closer to her.
“No, I know you didn’t.”
“So what was it?”
Adrianne’s hand creeps up her belly, tapping a patient rhythm up the line of
her abs.
“I used to, um.”
Adrianne cups possessively under one of her breasts, kneading softly as Gen
sticks up her courage.
“I liked watching him. With other girls.”
Three days ago, a hotel room full of Jason’s groupie-burners had watched while
Adrianne had fisted her pussy. Gen had barely broken a sweat.
“He was always a gross asshole about it and we’d always, like, fight for days
after, but.”
Last week Gen had spent the night with a blindfold on her eyes and her face
wherever Adrianne had felt like sticking it.
“It always got me so hot when he’d make me watch, tell me how good they felt
and stuff.”
Last night she’d peed in some teeny-bopper’s face, after the whole band and
Jensen had taken a turn, while Jeff held the kid’s mouth open and Adrianne
kissed her and held her beer and they’d all cheered. She’d peed on someone and
somehow this is more mortifying.
“Uh, I’m so weird.”
Gen scrunches her nose up and turns to look over her shoulder. Adrianne pushes
up onto one elbow, her Christmas morning/“they’re twins!” smile on her face.
“You like being cucked.”
Gen can’t even blink around the vaguely familiar word before Adrianne rolls her
onto her back and crawls between her legs.
“Like a cuckold? That’s so Shakespearean.”
“Verily, milady.”
It’s one of her favorite things about Adrianne, how she gets in Gen’s space
like she owns it. She looms over Gen, long limbs and bad intentions swallowing
her up.
It’s been three years since Adrianne had kissed her in that sweat-soaked motel
room, three years and it still makes Gen’s stomach swoop out from under her
every time Adrianne does it.
“I mean, I think it’s mostly lame straight guys who like watching their wives
get fucked by big black dudes, but,” Adrianne’s face lights up.
“I’ve got that big black strap-on.”
“Oh my God, Adri.”
“I guess it’s really more of a pewter but whatever, six of one.”
She leans in to press one of her thighs right against Gen’s cunt, hard the way
she knows Gen likes it.
“Tell me what he’d say to you, what you liked.”
There’s a flash of jealousy in Adrianne’s eyes that does things to Gen’s
insides. She’s sure it’s not politically correct or whatever, but it’s so
boyfriend.
“He’d, um, he’d tell me how big her tits were, stuff like that.”
Adrianne’s hand brushes over her nipple, a tacit reminder that Adrianne loves
her loving handfuls just fine.
“Tell me how she could suck his dick better.”
Adrianne’s leg presses against her, strong and steady where Gen’s getting
wetter and wetter. It’s easier to whisper secrets when Adrianne’s grinding them
out of her.
“Tell me how she felt better, how tight her pussy was.”
“Of course you liked that, you greedy little size queen.”
Adrianne’s voice is raspy even when she hasn’t been chain smoking and partying
for a week straight. She growls as she rolls her leg against Gen’s cunt, strong
and muscled like every inch of her. Adrianne covers Gen when she leans down,
big and strong and overwhelming in a way no guy had ever been.
“That’s so fucking hot, Gen, make you watch while I fuck some tight little
thing.”
Gen’s still sore from Adrianne’s pewter dick attention last night. Apparently
watching Gen pee on something really made Adrianne want to fuck the daylights
out of her. It aches when Gen grinds back against Adrianne’s bare thigh,
soaking through the cotton of her boyshorts.
“Maybe we could find a straight girl.”
Adrianne’s eyes light up at her favorite kind of challenge. Gen bites her lip
and laughs. She gets it now, how it’s cute the way their eyes cross the fifth
time Adrianne gets them off. Gen’s not too bad at it herself any more.
“I’m sure I could rustle one up.”
Gen rucks her fingers under Adrianne’s stretched-out tank top, tracing her
fingers over the massive tattoo on Adrianne’s back. Adrianne had been impressed
when she’d recognized The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife. Art history had been
one of Gen’s favorite classes.
“Ok, your turn.”
Gen scratches down Adrianne’s back, earning her a pleased purr and a firm slide
of Adrianne’s leg against her wet, wet pussy.
“Well, we got the Girl Scout one.”
Adrianne licks her lips and leers.
“Tell me more about soccer camp.”
~
They hit Chicago for a few days. The weather’s nice and they can crash with
some ex-child-bride of Jeff’s, who must own a fucking mansion in the burbs if
this is his pied-à-tier. He’s got pretty framed pictures of a wife and two
suspiciously-happy looking children. Jeff beats the tar piss out of him and
fists him on the roof deck, and Jensen beams like a Little Golden Books
centerfold when Jared lets the guy crazy-straw a load out of Jensen’s ass.
Fuckpig plays three shows in a row, all at little clubs where the energy’s
great and the groupies are generous with their bodies and their drugs. Gen
almost feels bad for their host until she sees the look of sheer bliss on his
face while Jeff uses him as a footrest. She still apologizes for scratching up
his coffee table.
They have to share a bed with Jason but he’s on mushrooms for most of it,
making him even more snuggly and prone to giving wicked backrubs than normal.
Gen’s settled into his weird kinship with Adrianne, the oddly sweet way he
starts braiding Gen’s hair while Adrianne’s eating her pussy or how he appears
with a cold glass of water while Adrianne’s still coming down from riding her
ass hard. They’re good at sharing just about everything, including Gen.
She meets some of Adri’s old friends, a dagger-butch dyke welder named Ellen
and her utterly charming wife Tina who runs a tattoo shop. They let Gen use
their autoclave for some of her gear. She’s been promising Jared and Jensen
matching piercings for a while.
On their last night, Adrianne holds her hand while Tina tattoos a tentacle
curling up the side of Gen’s left breast. It’s a perfect match for the ones
that stretch across Adrianne’s back.
~
Phoenix is rumbling past them when Adrianne tosses a soda cap at Jensen.
“Hey, kitten.”
Jensen unfurls from his dank corner of Jared’s bunk, stretching his arms over
his head. He’s wearing the shirt Gen had helped him shred up, an old Hooters
tee she’d cut low enough so he could flash his nipples when he takes a deep
breath. He blinks, rubbing the back of his hand across his face before he yawns
over at Adrianne. Pretty as sin and full of twice as much trouble, Jensen’s
more feline than the actual cat that lives with them as he hand-walks out of
Jared’s bed.
Jared’s spread out on the floor, one leg tucked up to balance his notebook and
the other splayed out to toe against Jeff’s bed, empty now that’s Jeff’s nodded
off on the couch with Momo. Jared’s got his hair in a messy top knot and a pen
chewed to shit between his lips. Adrianne’s his mirror image with her back
propped up against the side of Jeff’s bed, a perfect cone-shaped joint rolling
under her magic fingers.
“What’s up, Adri?”
Jensen readjusts the straps of his shirt until his little tits pluck out
nicely. As cute as he looks taking a dick, Gen’s glad Jensen isn’t Adrianne’s
type. She couldn’t handle that kind of competition.
“Get his dick hard for me.”
Adrianne nods toward Jared before winking up at Gen.
“I want to see something.”
Jensen grins, always happy for an excuse to play with his favorite toy.
“Not gonna buy a girl dinner first?”
Jared looks up from his notebook, more amused than annoyed. They’re all a
little bored. Adrianne does her best sphynx face and shrugs.
Jared’s exactly the kind of guy Gen would go for if he weren’t Adrianne’s
bandmate. Gen’s pretty sure she’s about six inches short of being the kind of
girl Jared might be into anyway, and no man on earth is fine enough to risk
incurring Jensen’s cut-a-bitch claws. She rolls over, tucking her chin against
the edge of Adrianne’s bunk to watch as Jensen slides down next to Jared and
drags one baby-pink fingernail up the perpetually-strained seam of his jeans.
She’d never go for Jared but Adrianne’s never minded Gen watching him show off.
He sure is easy on the eyes.
Jensen shoots one last cat-cream look at Adrianne before he molds himself to
Jared’s side. His lips brush up against Jared’s ear, whispering secrets too
soft for any of them to hear. Jared’s eyes glaze over and slant up as Jensen
plays telephone, his chip-nailed hand sliding up and down the obviously-growing
bulge of Jared’s dick. Gen can’t make out a single word of it but judging by
the way Jared bites his lip and groans, it’s strong enough to strip paint.
Jared’s face flushes pink and whatever Jensen says makes the pen fall out of
his mouth and clatter to the floor.
“Perfect,” Adrianne says, bounding to her feet and tucking her joint behind her
ear. She disappears to the front of the bus and returns with a black plastic
bag dangling heavily from her wrist just in time for Jensen to pop Jared’s top
button.
Gen’s a little distracted by the maddeningly slow descent of Jared’s zipper
when she hears the plastic crack of Adrianne opening some decidedly child-proof
packaging. Gen should look but she can’t drag herself away from the sight of
Jensen’s babydoll hand teasing out Jared’s gorgeous cock. She shouldn’t know
how much of a honeydripper Jared is or that Jensen’s slim little pinky is
almost the same size as the fat ring glistening at the tip of Jared’s cock, but
there’s not much room for secrets in twenty square feet of sleeping space.
“Knew it.”
Adrianne plants herself on the floor next to Jared and plants a brand-new
indigo-swirled dick right next to his. It’s unwieldy in her hand, bigger than
Jared’s by a good inch in either direction. Gen’s pussy clenches before she can
even blink.
“Fuckin’ show off,” Jared snorts, wrapping his hand over Jensen’s and knocking
his dick against Adrianne’s.
“Ew, boy cooties, gross.”
Adrianne snatches her prize back before Jared can sully it further. Gen claps a
hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh.
“I like your cooties,” Jensen coos, kitten-tonguing into the wet slit of
Jared’s dick. Gen’s seen some shit and she still can’t imagine what the fuck
kind of filth Jensen can lay on to snake-whisper Jared’s dick from zero to pay-
per-view like that.
Adrianne launches herself into bed, flexing her arms and doing nothing to help
the growing pulse between Gen’s legs. Jared’s dick is a fine sight to behold
but Adrianne’s strong arms are her favorite muscle on this and any bus.
“Told you I’d find one bigger’n his.”
Adrianne slots behind her, rearranging Gen with ease. She wedges that dick
between them, pressing it insistently against Gen’s ass like it’s Adrianne’s
own, like she’s just as hard as Jared while he spit-kisses Jensen’s asshole
open with his fingers.
“God, I love how fucking wet you get when you watch them.”
Gen blushes as Adrianne’s fingers dip under the soaked crotch of her panties.
She doesn’t know why she’s like this, why the knowing smile Jared gives her
while he whispers in Jensen’s ear makes her burn so hot against Adrianne’s
fingers, why the little-brother wink Jensen throws at her before he straddles
Jared’s lap makes her buck back against the firm promise of Adrianne’s newest
cock. She’d hated herself the first few times Adrianne had caught her staring
too long, braced for the sort of jealous half-teasing Ian and every other
boyfriend had ever thrown at her. It had never come.
She groans against her bit lip when Jensen arches, asshole opening up prettier
than half the pussy she’s seen in her crash-course education from Adrianne.
Jared looks square at her, sneeringly indulgent as he smacks his lubed-up dick
against Jensen’s ass loud enough for the whole bus to hear. Jared always lets
her watch and Adrianne always lets her look and Gen doesn’t feel anything but
warm all over when Adrianne slips four fingers in her from behind just as Jared
stroke-pushes the head of his cock into Jensen’s whimpering body.
“You gonna let me do that, babygirl, let me fuck this ass with a big cock like
that?”
“Jesus, yes.”
Gen’s already close to coming and Jared’s barely bottomed out. She grinds back
onto Adrianne’s fingers, too close to care about the wet-squick sound of
herself. Adrianne fucks her rough, fingers pressing hard on her g-spot better
than any dick ever could. She doesn’t touch Gen’s clit until Jared makes that
strained-neck sound, getting Gen off right as she sees the first white stripe
of Jared’s affection leak back down his cock where Jensen can’t quite keep it
in. Gen rides her orgasm out with Adrianne’s hand between her legs and her eyes
roving wherever she fucking likes. Every face she sees is smiling.
Their cups all run a little over.
“Thank you.”
Gen kisses her before Adrianne can shush her, trying to say something with her
body that her mouth isn’t ready to.
“Thank me when we break this baby in.”
Adrianne jabs her butt cheek with her new dick and laughs.
~
She’s not sure what it is about needles.
Her Nana had been the first person to hand her one. Her house had always
smelled like cinnamon milk and the plastic covers she kept over the catalog
furniture. Gen’s wardrobe is 99% black now but she’d always loved how colorful
her Nana’s house was, the blood reds and faded yellows of the crucifixion
scenes hanging in every room, the impossibly bright azures and cobalts of her
army of Marys, the seafoam green and burnt orange of the Fiestaware she’d
loaded up with tres leches cake when Gen’s mama wasn’t watching. The rainbow
spools of her woven-plastic embroidery bag had enchanted Gen and wound up in
her nimble little fingers every chance Gen had gotten.
Her Nana probably wouldn’t approve of the 14-gauge she’s holding now, but her
Nana’s been dead for six years.
“Squeeze your tits together.”
Jensen’s wearing a faded-black pair of jeans that have been knee-shredded into
capris and a brand-new shiner from their last show’s pit. He still winks like
Marilyn Monroe when he leans back against Jared’s chest and jostles his
cleavage into place.
“Good,” Gen mumbles, narrowing her eyes at the two purple marker dots lined up
precisely between Jensen’s A-minus cups. She bats his hands away and dons
another pair of black nitrile gloves, the XS ones that are thankfully too small
for Jeff to steal for nefarious sex reasons.
She snaps her glove around her wrist, feeling her cheeks flush a little.
Adrianne says she’s hot when she snaps her gloves.
Trying to keep anything sterile on their bus is a challenge. Gen wipes Jensen
double with antibacterial gauze before pinching up a nice mound of freckled
flesh.
“This might sting.”
She doesn’t look up to see Jensen roll his eyes but he whimpers a little when
she pushes the hollow-bore through the first dot.
“He can take it,” Jared purrs, his head arching around over Jensen’s shoulder.
He’s got that gleam in his eye that means he’s more than half hard.
Sinking from epidermis to dermis, she snakes the needle up and follows it with
a 12-gauge titanium surface barbell. Jensen hums and Jared might be kissing
him, but it’s all background noise. You can’t think about anything else when
you’re slipping steel into someone’s flesh.
Maybe that’s what she likes about needles.
“Almost done, kitten.”
She reaches for her copper-beaks, right where she left them because her clean
zone is a sacred space. Even if her sacred space is their ratfuck couch lined
with one of those wee-wee pads for dogs. Jeff buys them at Costco and Gen does
not need to know why.
She holds the bar in place as she screws on the top ball. Jensen can barely
hold still with the urge to look at himself in the mirror, an urge always worse
when he’s newly bloodied or decorated.
“I love it, Gen!”
He kisses her on the cheek, leaving candy gloss and a vague idea of what
Jared’s nuts smell like.
“You like it?”
Jensen perks up his little boy tits for Jared, slinking onto his lap. Gen’s
used to 99% of the adult population being bigger than she is -- fuck, even
Jensen’s got a couple of inches on her. She still marvels at the way Jared can
take up so much space and still fit his attention onto Jensen like there’s
nothing else in the room.
“Love it.”
She narrows her eyes as Jared zooms in on the dew drop of blood welling up
under Jensen’s new piercing.
“Don’t,” she barks, smacking Jared’s arm before he can dive mouth-first at
Jensen’s newest hole.
“No sucking on it until it’s healed.”
Once bitten, twice shy. Jared honest-to-God pouts and it’s such a Jensen look
she has to laugh.
“You’re next, hot stuff.”
Jared sticks both his tongues out at her and grabs his tits.
~
Chad’s always staring at her feet.
She used to be self-conscious about how small they are. She can still buy her
sneakers in kid’s sizes. She’s also gotten used to the compliments, the odd
gleam some guys (and Adri) get when she curls her toes and arches her feet
during sex.
People are weird.
“C’mon, G, I know you’re tired.”
Chad’s hair looks like a copper-stained truck stop sink and his meth game is
way too strong for her taste, but Gen likes him in spite of herself.
It’s a Tuesday in Florence, SC and Jared and Jensen are off doing something
ungodly in a Waffle House bathroom, Jeff’s reading Bukowski in his ratty
lawnchair outside the bus, and Momo had dragged Adri to the local track and
field to do “suicides”, which Gen is fairly sure are an exercise thing and not
drugs.
It’s stupid, but Gen likes these calm moments on the bus. She’s a nester at
heart and living in 200 square feet of shared space takes its toll on her
sometimes.
“If you even look at your dick, I am kicking your last good tooth out.”
She untucks her legs from her corner on the couch and dangles one foot in front
of Chad’s crank-puppy grabby hands.
“Wait, give me her laundry.”
Chad scrambles to give her the green mesh bag that separates all of Adrianne’s
fresh laundry. Gen dumps out a pile of boxers and skinny jeans and wifebeaters
and at least three other people’s panties, although one of them might be
Jensen’s.
“Ok.”
She starts folding while Chad groans with contentment and strokes his thumb
along her admittedly-sore arch. Those heels had looked adorable last night, and
even better around Adrianne’s neck, but there’s always a price to be paid.
Adrianne has this old Bikini Kill shirt that’s one rough night away from life
as a back patch. The right shoulder seam is completely shredded and the
collar’s bigger than Gen’s waist. Adrianne loves it.
Gen holds it up, frowning. A few stitches wouldn’t hurt. She threads her needle
and starts doing damage control while Chad puts his thumbs to work on her heel,
disproving Jeff’s theory that they’re only good for sticking up his ass.
She’s tying off the last stitch when Adrianne comes back, drenched in sweat,
her hair in a massive bleach blonde rat’s nest and her running shorts riding up
halfway to heaven. Gen bats her eyelashes up at her, nestled next to a pile of
neatly-folded clothes and a lapful of mending.
She’s too distracted to tell Chad to fuck off when Adrianne fucks her right
there on the couch.
~
Gen has heard Jensen make an opera of sex noises but she’s never heard him
squeal this loud before.
“Danni!”
A leggy girl with a cheerleader’s smile and a pornstar’s ass trots off the
Greyhound in Seattle. She’s got way too much makeup on and Gen can tell she’s
tried to hide the inevitable bedhead from a two-day bus ride. With her duffel
bag slung over her bare shoulder and her arms open for Jensen to jump into, she
looks like every runaway-turned-stripper 80’s music video Gen has ever rubbed
one out to.
“You know she’s ours first.”
Gen takes a drag off of Momo’s American Spirit before handing it back to him.
He’d been kind enough to borrow his regular Northwest boy-toy’s Subaru to pick
up Jensen’s best friend. Gen had offered to come, partly out of kindness to
Jensen but mostly to do some recon on his childhood friend. Jensen had
described her in the sort of gushing tones normally reserved for his favorite
80s porn stars, “seriously, she’s the most beautiful girl ever, like, she could
be a fucking star, and she’s definitely at least bi-curious.”
Danni’s wearing low cut jeans that are one sneeze away from showing her mound,
a tiny tank top with a lightning bolt over her cupcake tits, and a red pleather
hooded jacket the same color as her hair. She’s the kind of girl next door
beautiful that makes Gen feel absolutely filthy, and she’s even prettier when
she smiles at Jensen for the thousandth time. Consider Gen sold.
“You think I’m stepping on Adri’s toes?”
Jason blows smoke out his nose and shakes his head down at her.
“I like both my nuts attached firmly to my body where they belong.”
Gen likes his nuts where they are, too. Jason scratched an itch for her
sometimes, although it had been a while. She’d have to talk to Adri about
changing that.
“You’re still gonna fuck her, though.”
It’s not really a question. Jason stubs his cigarette out under his boot and
tucks her under his arm.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
As the token bisexuals on the bus (although Jason usually shrugs off the bi
label and just tells people he’s a slut), she and Jason spend an inordinate
amount of their time together checking out hotties of every stripe. Gen leans
against him, savoring the warmth bleeding through his canvas jacket. He always
smells good.
“Assuming there’s anything left after you two are done.”
Gen snorts and steals a fresh cigarette from his breast pocket. Danni and
Jensen are still hugging and saying hi, which apparently involves crying and
Danni doing some kind of rapid inventory of all of Jensen’s new piercings,
tattoos, scars, bruises, and jewelry.
“I’ll save some for you if you let me watch.”
Gen sticks her tongue out and bites the tip as Momo roars out a laugh. She’d
spent last night with her hand down her underwear while Jason had gotten the
rim job of his life from a drop-dead gorgeous deathrock girl with a sick
undercut and a perfect upturned cock. Watching Jason get fucked is almost as
fun as riding his dick.
“Mama, I am always happy to perform for you.”
Gen lets herself preen a little at the double entendre. Yeah, it had been too
long. After she and Adrianne had dealt with little red riding hoodie, Gen would
definitely be in the mood for some boy parts.
“Ok ok guys this is Danni, Danni this is Jason he plays the bass and he always
has good weed and he’s like the nicest guy ever oh my God he’s from Hawaii and
this is Gen she’s with Adri and she made that Ranger Rick crop top I sent you
and she pierced my taint!”
Jensen’s a little winded after his introductions but it doesn’t stop him from
another fit of cry-shriek-hugging Danni. Jason takes her bags and winks his
hello before Gen offers her slim hand in greeting.
“Hi, Danni. It’s so nice to meet you.”
~
Portland loves them.
The Know is oversold, bodies wall to wall as far as Gen can see from the meager
backstage. Everything smells like weed.
“You want a bump?” Jason offers, a faint dusting of blow glittering on his
gnarly moustache. He’s got a Helen of Troy boy on his arm who looks like he’s
built out of granola and blue hair dye.
“I’m good.”
Gen sips her ostentatiously hoppy craft brew.
“What about you, cutie?”
Danni giggles a little when Gen knocks into her with her hip. Of course she’s a
giggler.
“Ok!”
She does a rail off the back of Jason’s hand and tosses her head back, snorting
and whipping her huge mane of Manic Panic Wildfire. She’s in head-to-toe red
tonight, high-top cons with heart-dotted laces, dip-dyed short-shorts she’s
positive she’s seen on Jensen (he’s a hell of a kid to share a wardrobe with),
and a gingham bra peeking out of the margins of an ancient GBH shirt Gen would
kill for.
“Is it always like this before a show?”
Gen looks around, smirking. Momo’s got his hand down granola-boy’s pants and a
hunter’s gleam in his eyes. The strangled noise the kid makes gives it away
before Momo pulls his dripping hand out, and he winks at Gen as he dog-tongues
a line of boycooz where Danni’s coke had just been.
Jeff’s doing his stranger-danger lean against the wall, a cigarette devil-
flaring his face with each drag. He’s got that chain of keys brass-knuckled
around his hand, letting them swing back and forth as he grins down at his
latest travelling accessory. Paul is getting a degree in economics, rows crew
with the shoulders and trim waist to prove it, and parts his lips like a
renaissance painting when Jeff mouths open. Jeff ashes his cigarette and
smiles, jangling his keys and pulling his boy’s face against his crotch. Paul’s
pretty as a picture but he’s way too far from the edge of seventeen to get
anything but Jeff’s fist if he’s lucky. Papa doesn’t dick anything with a
driver’s license as far as she can tell.
Jared’s got on a Beavis and Butthead shirt one wash away from see-through and
his dick so far down Jensen’s throat Gen can taste it. She takes in the utterly
nonchalant way Danni watches her best friend hock a line of snot onto Jared’s
PA just to swallow it back down. That’s promising.
“This is pretty normal, yeah.”
Gen shrugs, doing her best dimpled grin.
“Jeff always pees on someone when we’re south of the Mason-Dixon, and they’ve
all got some inside joke about fingerbanging in any town called Springfield.”
Danni laughs, glancing a little nervously as Jeff grinds his cigarette onto
Paul’s eager tongue.
“He’s … kinda scary,” Danni whispers, and Gen can only nod in agreement. The
girl has more than an ounce of sense at least.
“I love your dress.”
Danni drags a glittering, Jensen-matched fingernail over the shoulder of Gen’s
black velvet babydoll dress. It had been her best score at her last thrift
store run with Jensen and Momo.
“Thanks, babe.”
If Gen has learned one thing from Adri, it’s how to hit on girls. She bites her
Scorpio-mauve lip and leans in, plucking at one of Danni’s picnic bra straps.
“It’d look great on you. You should try it on later.”
Danni just says, “Ok,” which is somehow a thousand times hotter for how
flustered she already seems.
“Um, where’s Adri?”
“Probably taking a piss and blasting that pussy song on her headphones.”
Gen doesn’t miss the way Danni says Adrianne’s name. She gets it, she really,
really does.
“My dick is so hard right now.”
Speak of the devil and she’ll slide up behind you and put her hand up your
skirt.
“Thought your sticks were just happy to see me.”
Gen leans back into Adrianne’s warm, braless chest, secure in Adrianne’s easy
ownership of her space. She leans her head back, nuzzling against the collar of
Adrianne’s filthy denim vest.
“Are you nervous?” Danni asks, fiddling with her hair and rocking up onto the
toes of her Cons. She’s taller than Gen but she’s not close to Adri even on her
tip-toes.
“I don’t get nervous,” Adrianne purrs, locking her eyes on Danni as she drags
the tips of her drumsticks up Gen’s thigh.
“But I’m getting kinda wet just looking at you.”
Danni’s mouth falls into a blowup doll O just as Adrianne nudges Gen’s lace
panties aside and drags her sticks between Gen’s lips. Danni’s staring at her
cunt and she’s certainly not nonchalant about it.
“Um, do you want me to—”
“You know how many times I made her come this morning?” Adrianne talks right
over Danni, talks like Gen’s not even there as she angles her drumsticks and
sinks the tips inside her.
“It was four,” Gen sighs, grinning wickedly as Danni’s eyes widen. She can
remember the days when she only fucked around with guys and four orgasms
sounded like a lot, not just a lazy morning in Adrianne’s bed.
“You good, Mama?” Momo suck-asks around lungful of really dank OG.
“Yeah.”
Adri slides her drumsticks out of Gen’s cunt and twirls them in one hand.
“I’m good.”
Gen’s the one who likes watching but it feels good to have Danni stare at them
while Adri kisses her.
“Let’s do this.”
Jared barely stuffs his wet dick back in his pants and leaves his fly wide
open. It’s gonna be one of those shows.
“Alright, fuckers.”
Jeff slips his keys around his neck and tucks them into his moth-eaten tank
top.
“Let’s go get someone pregnant.”
She can feel the applause as they take the stage. Gen readjusts her panties and
smiles at her compatriots, Momo’s earth warrior, Jeff’s chaste and chiseled
coed, Jensen skipping up onto his twinkle toes and rubbing absently at his
perma-bruised mouth, Danni looking coke-antsy and overwhelmed by it all. She’d
feel bad for the kid if she didn’t want to watch Adrianne destroy her so bad.
~
They’re in a motel room outside of Tupelo, and Gen is going to die.
She’s too flustered to fully appreciate the nature documentary spectacle of
Adrianne taking apart Jensen’s best friend. Her girl is good.
She knows Adrianne didn’t choose this place for the chairs specifically, and
yet. The slatted back is wide enough to spread Gen’s legs as far as they’ll go
as she straddles it, with a wide space between the seat and the backrest giving
her nothing to rub her throbbing cunt against.
Her panties had been soaked before they’d even gotten Gen in the door and now,
stretched taut as she squirms uselessly from her stock at the foot of the bed,
the wet lace rasps against her. Her hands are behind her back, bound at the
wrists with a filthy bandana Adrianne has stolen from Jeff’s bunk. Gen knows it
hasn’t been washed since she watched Jeff use it to wipe jizz off Colin’s sweet
little face last week.
She can press her bare tits against the top of the chair if she arches just
right, but even that’s a small torture. It’s been at least an hour since
Adrianne had shoved her down and told her to watch what good girls get.
“Look at that pretty fucking cunt.”
Adrianne’s got Danni face-down, ass-up, ’cause that’s the way Gen likes to
fuck. Her cunt’s fat-lipped and glistening from Adrianne’s single-minded
attention. It’s gorgeous.
“Tastes fucking good, too.”
Adrianne sinks three fingers into Danni before she sucks them into her mouth.
She smiles at Gen, eyes lit up blue and dangerous, her cheeks in a high flush
and her hair a forgotten, sweaty mess piled on top of her head.
“Doesn’t she, Gen?”
Gen’s reward for moaning too loud had been Danni’s panties in her mouth.
Gen nods, her face flushing deeper at the line of drool that slithers past
Danni’s baby pink thong and onto Gen’s chin.
Danni’s body is every inch as cheerleader perfect as Gen had expected. Her tits
should be used to talk people into plastic surgery, spitting in the face of
gravity, peaked pink nipples blossoming under Adri’s mouth.
Gen’s gonna get blisters on her thighs. She squirms against her chair as
Adrianne dives back down to bury her face in Danni’s cunt. While Danni’s
gloriously naked, Adrianne’s back ripples under a skimpy black tank top and her
thighs flex from her faded gray boy short panties. They’re dark over her pussy,
where Adrianne hasn’t even grazed a knuckle.
She flips Danni over like it’s nothing.
“Pussy’s still tight for me.”
Danni’s legs fall open as Adrianne fucks four fingers into her.
“Good girl,” Adrianne purrs, stroking her thumb over Danni’s clit until her
mile-long legs start to shake. Gen clenches her thighs, short and small and
certain she could come in two seconds if Adrianne even breathed on her.
“Not like your sloppy fucking cunt.”
Gen’s stomach drops. There it is, that thing that flares up inside her, makes
her helpless and hateful like only the nastiest sex can. She whimpers around
another girl’s panties and silently begs Adrianne not to stop.
Danni does these perfect pornstar oh oh oh sounds when she comes. Gen’s not
sure how many she’s up to, just that her eyes haven’t focused right since
Adrianne snuck a finger up her ass. What Gen wouldn’t give for that.
Adrianne always eats pussy loud, growling and sucking and nipping out little
squeaks from Danni’s flushed mouth. She’d been wearing pink lipstick when the
night had started, to match her head-to-toe pink outfit. Her cunt’s the same
perfect pink as the rest of her, the kind of color Jensen would paint on her
nails with a name like Centerfold or Clutch.
Gen grinds the café-con-leche folds of her own cunt against empty air, not sure
if she wants to trade places with Danni or Adrianne more.
“So fucking pretty,” Adrianne murmurs in quiet conversation with the cunt
drenching her face, the same way she whispers to every snatch she makes
acquaintance with. Even at her nastiest Adrianne can’t tamp down how much she
loves pussy.
Danni’s at the point where it’s hard to single out one orgasm from another.
She’d feel bad for ruining the kid’s expectations for sexual partners if Danni
weren’t such a resourceful little thing.
Besides, watching her come like she’s gonna foam at the mouth is too fun.
“Wanna feel it.”
Adrianne staggers to her feet, face shining with girl juice as she turns around
to face Gen. There’s something about the way Adrianne shoves her own underwear
down, quick and simple, no tease to it at all, like it’s not burning Gen up
from the inside to see the perfect cut of her hip bones, the way her strangle-
strong thighs flex as she kicks them off, the glint of slick on her pussy lips.
Adrianne spends so much time telling Gen how cute she is, “button nose and a
button clit,” and Gen resolves right then to tell Adrianne how hot she is more
often. When she doesn’t have a mouthful of teenage panties.
Adrianne catches her staring and smirks. She grabs the generous mound of her
pussy and squeezes it, just like she does when she’s watching Gen get fucked
really good or she’s kind of into whatever cherry-popping badtouch Jeff’s
getting up to. It’s what she does when she’s looking at something hot and all
she’s looking at right now is Gen.
It makes it ache even better when she turns back to Danni.
Adrianne angles her so Gen can see perfectly when she pushes one of her legs up
and straddles the other one. All Gen can stare at is Adrianne’s God-given ass
as she maneuvers into place, slotting her pussy against Danni’s.
“What’re,” Danni slurs, with about as much fight as a rag doll.
“Don’t worry, sugar.”
Adrianne must find the right spot, because the next smooth roll of her hips has
Danni making gurgling sounds and all ten of her toes curling tight. They’re so
wet Gen can hear it, slick and slippery as Adrianne grinds against her.
“It’ll feel good.”
Adrianne circles her hips in tight figures-of-eight, letting the fat swell of
her pussy bear down on Danni’s oversensitive clit. Adrianne’s asshole flexes
with each thrust. Gen would harm a small child to get her tongue in it.
“One more for me, baby, you can do it.”
Danni’s not really speaking any more, but her moans have the sort of desperate
I-think-I-can that Gen can admire. Her skin prickles hot all over, goosebumps
flaring up in the cool motel air. The whole room smells like sweat and pussy
and the beers they’d all been drinking before Adrianne had kicked the boys out.
Gen strains against her bandana, savoring the way it bites into her skin, how
her own sweat is soaking into it. It’ll probably wind up in some tenth-grader’s
mouth next.
Adrianne’s blunt fingernails dig into Danni’s endless thigh as Danni comes
herself straight into unconsciousness.
The way Adrianne rolls off her and tosses her leg aside like Danni’s a toy with
dead batteries makes Gen throb. The bed squeals a dying protest as Adrianne
stretches up to stand, her cunt greased and her tank top soaked with sweat. She
tugs it over her head and dangles it from her fingertip, narrowing her eyes at
Gen.
Fuck, yes.
Gen too busy staring at Adrianne’s tits to notice her folding her tank top in
half. She whines around her gag as Adrianne pulls it tight over her eyes, a
sweaty blindfold that gets tangled up in her hair as Adrianne tugs it tight.
“Get up.”
Adrianne jerks her hands where they’re bound behind her back, pulling her off
the chair. Pins and needles shoot through Gen’s feet as she tries to stand. She
stumbles in Adrianne’s wake as she’s pulled to the edge of the bed, landing on
her knees. The carpet grits into her bare skin.
“These are disgusting.”
Gen tries to swallow most of the spit that oozes out of her mouth when Adrianne
tugs Danni’s panties free. Some of it still lands on her tits.
There’s a moment of silence, punctuated only by Danni’s soft breathing and the
rabbit-chase of Gen’s heart in her chest. She can’t see what Adrianne’s doing,
can only feel the long pause before Adrianne pulls rough on her bottom lip.
“Whose mouth is this, hm?”
“Yours, yours,” Gen answers as fast as she can. She opens her lips, chasing
after Adrianne’s finger and getting nothing. She leaves it like that, O’s her
mouth into fuckdoll prettiness and lets her tongue kitten out. It gets a growl
from Adrianne that ruins whatever shred of integrity her panties had been
clinging to.
“Show me what that mouth is good for.”
Gen can’t even catch her breath before Adrianne grabs a fistful of her hair and
guides her nose-first into her cunt.
“You smell her on me, baby, smell that sweet little pussy all over me?”
Gen’s not trying to stop herself from drooling anymore. She could cry just from
the hint of it, the fucked-warm scent of Adrianne’s pussy lining up with her
mouth. Gen waxes herself as smooth as one of Jeff’s boys but Adrianne always
has a neatly trimmed thatch of pubes that Gen loves more than she ever could
have expected. She nuzzles into it, dragging her tongue along the edges of
Adrianne’s pussy lips.
“Whose mouth is this?”
Gen makes a puppy noise and seals her mouth over Adrianne’s throbbing wet cunt.
She’s so fucking wet it runs down Gen’s chin, mingling with her own spit as she
licks open-mouthed up her slit. Gen likes something in her when she’s getting
her pussy eaten but Adrianne’s all about her clit. It’s easy to find. Gen
circles her tongue around it, teasing at the blood-warm mound of it, already
standing out from the pink of her hood. All Gen can do is taste, licking blind
and wishing she could see the sneer on Adrianne’s face when she sucks her clit
hard enough to graze it with her teeth.
“That’s it, suck me off.”
Gen has sucked some dick in her day. Most of it was mediocre, some of it was
memorable, and Aldis and Chris taking turns choking her out on each other’s
cocks is one of her favorite birthday memories. She’s deep-throated some
monsters that made her friends blanche, and that one Halloween she’d lost her
voice for three days.
No one has ever fucked her face like Adrianne.
Just when she gets into a good rhythm Adrianne pulls her off, holding her back
while Gen’s lip quivers. Gen’s knees burn but she keeps her mouth open, leaning
back into Adrianne’s hand in her hair and moaning when a line of Adrianne’s
spit pools into her mouth.
It lands on her tits when Adrianne pushes her back between her legs. She
latches onto Adrianne’s clit, lapping at it in the tight rhythm she knows
Adrianne likes.
“That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it?”
Gen’s hands twitch behind her, fiending to touch herself at Adrianne’s gentle
derision. It’s such a fine line.
“Saved this just for you, sweetheart, gonna make me come in that dirty fucking
mouth.”
Gen squeezes her thighs together and goes lax as Adrianne grinds against her
mouth, using her, taking what she wants while Gen sucks the cheerleader off her
cunt. She’s a slick mess from the nose down, Adrianne’s pussy leaking like it
always does when she’s close. Gen zeroes in on her clit and lets muscle memory
take over.
“Oh God, Gen.”
Adrianne pulls Gen’s hair so hard tears sting her eyes but she keeps going,
working Adrianne’s clit until she feels her convulse. Adrianne slings one thigh
over Gen’s shoulder. She can feel Adrianne’s muscles twitch against her neck,
thighs strong enough to choke her out tensing and straining as Adrianne comes.
She loves Adrianne’s O face. Her eyes cross a little and she does this thing
with her bottom lip like she’s going to bite it off. Her cheeks get flushed and
her nostrils flare and her left eyebrow twitches just the tiniest bit. It’s
awkward and fucking beautiful like all true things.
Gen’s left in darkness when Adrianne pulls away. She’s shoved over the bed, her
hands useless behind her and her face pushed into the rayon coverlet. It was
nasty before Adrianne got to it and it should probably be burned after tonight.
Adrianne’s face is back to its normal smirk by the time she tugs Gen’s
makeshift blindfold off. Gen squints at the light, too bright too soon as
Adrianne swims into view.
“I’m not done with you.”
Adrianne’s wearing a dick.
It’s not like Gen had lacked sexual adventures prior to Adrianne. She’s a
modern woman. She’s pegged. Chris is more of a whore for stuff in his ass than
she is, and she’d tried it, fumbling with buckles and straps until Aldis had
taken pity on her and done it himself. They’d both looked at her like wolves at
a cartoon plate of ham, but in all honesty, Gen had felt ridiculous. How did
people with dicks accomplish anything with that thing waving between their legs
all the time?
Adrianne strokes her big indigo cock like she owns it.
“Get your ass on the bed.”
It’s hard to scramble up when Gen’s legs are aching and her hands are still in
isolation. She balances her weight on her neck, whimpering a little. Adrianne
doesn’t help her.
She can smell the new-car scent on Adrianne’s harness. It’s a beautiful thing,
with soft straps that scoop under her butt and make it look even more amazing.
An adjustable leather strap holds the base of her cock in place while three
straps snap to the tooled leather front piece. One of Jeff’s Castro boys had
made it special for her.
To Gen’s endless, wet-mouthed mortification, the dicks she liked best were all
too big for Adrianne’s off-the-rack harnesses.
“I know what girls like you need.”
Adrianne drags the Jared-shaming head of her dick over the soaked crotch of
Gen’s panties, teasing it between her pussy lips and sliding it up her taint.
She presses it flat against Gen’s asshole, the fat shaft of it spreading her
cheeks apart.
“Greedy.”
She tips it up and lets it smack down against Gen’s hole. Danni stirs at the
noise before she smacks her lips and goes back to sleep. Even her snores are
fucking cute.
“I could slide this right in your cunt, couldn’t I?”
Adrianne’s finger wraps around the thin strip of black lace and tugs, wedging
it between Gen’s lips and putting just enough tension on Gen’s clit.
“Adri,” Gen warns, her voice raspy and more than a little desperate. She’s
stretched so taut she could come with two more tugs and a word from Adrianne,
she’s certainly done it before. But that’s not tonight. She doesn’t come until
Adrianne says so and they both know it.
Adrianne clicks her tongue and gives Gen a smack on the ass that does nothing
to help her stave off coming too soon. Gen shifts where her weight is braced
across her chest, turning her head so she can try and look back at Adrianne a
little better. Her makeup must be a mess.
“I bet she’d pass out all over again if I tried to fuck her with this.”
Adrianne slides a hand up her side, trailing her finger up and down Gen’s too-
hot skin.
“But you.”
Adrianne beats two fingers against the knotted bandana on Gen’s wrists.
“You’re gonna come the second I slip this in you.”
It happens fast, Adrianne untying her hands just to grab them in her own strong
grip, her other hand barely moving Gen’s panties aside as she sinks her huge
dick into Gen’s soaking cunt, the blinding surge of Gen’s orgasm as Adrianne
splits her in half.
It’s so good.
“Greedy cunt.”
Adrianne fucks her deep, opening Gen up with maddening ease. God, she can take
it, needs it to burn as she pulses out the last of her orgasm. When Adrianne
stills, Gen’s pussy sucks back like it’s hellbent on humiliating her. Adrianne
laughs, delighted.
“I don’t think that’s enough for you.”
Adrianne releases her arms, letting them spill by Gen’s sides. Her shoulders
radiate pain but her neck sighs with relief as she tries to get her hands under
her. She stumbles when Adrianne pulls out.
“I think we need to put that mouth to work.”
Gen loses her arms again as Adrianne drags her hair-first to Danni. She holds
Gen’s face inches away from Danni’s cunt.
“You need me to fuck this ass, don’t you, babygirl?”
Adrianne lets her cock grind against Gen’s asshole, where she knows Gen wants
it.
“God, yes, yes.”
Gen writhes back against her, slutting for any friction she can get.
“Please, Daddy.”
Gen learned shameless whore from the best and she’s not above whipping it out
on Adrianne.
Adrianne growls in her throat and snatches the lube rolling next to Danni’s
thigh.
“You have to be good for me.”
Adrianne’s voice is thick, more turned on than she’s trying to show. Gen arches
her back and spreads her legs and tugs against Adrianne’s hand, savoring the
bite on her scalp. She’s rewarded with three slick fingers in her ass, sunk in
hard because Adrianne knows she can take it.
“Have to earn it, baby.”
Adrianne drops her hold on Gen’s hair, like Gen is going to move anywhere that
isn’t closer to her dick. She fucks her fingers in and out, each pass getting
wetter with what Gen knows is a straight drizzle of lube into her ass. Gen’s
mouth runs wet when Adrianne’s fingers are replaced with hard, blunt pressure,
the tease of Adrianne’s cock waiting for her. She’s not ready enough and they
both know it, just like they both know it’s the burn that makes Gen love it the
most.
“You don’t get it until you get her off.”
“Adri, she’s asleep,” Gen hisses.
“Then wake her up.”
Adrianne presses just enough, enough that Gen can feel herself flex for it and
all her qualms fly out the frosted-glass window.
Her jaw’s sore, thoroughly used like Adrianne always leaves her. She braces on
her elbows and lets her hands run up Danni’s smooth, kiss-bitten thighs. Danni
shifts in her grip but remains oblivious as Gen spreads her open gently,
revealing the cunt Gen had only glimpsed in desperate, blissful humiliation.
“She’s so sensitive.”
The way Adrianne says it sounds so clinical, detached from the thrumming need
Gen’s practically shaking with. Adrianne keeps her cock lined up, where Gen
could fuck herself back on it if she wanted to, where she never would unless
Adrianne told her to. Gen’s a good girl at heart and everything earned is
sweeter in the end.
“Come on, show me what I taught you.”
Danni shudders when Gen licks a fat stripe from slit to clit. She’s done with
being cute. There’s a time for skill and showmanship, and it’s not when
Adrianne’s dangling the fattest cock she owns as the prize. She goes straight
for Danni’s clit, licking away the salty taste of her and the hint of Adrianne.
She doesn’t look up as Danni mumbles, doesn’t stop as a delicate hand bats
against the side of her face.
“What’re, oh.”
Danni blinks awake just in time for Gen to suck on the swollen, too-hot nub of
her clit. Danni’s voice cracks, lost in the register between pleasure, pain,
and Adrianne Palicki. Gen knows it well. She bears down, ignoring the ache in
her tongue and every bunched-up muscle in her body, ignoring everything but the
skin-salt suckle of Danni in her mouth and Adrianne pressing cocksure behind
her. She could do this forever and she’s going to die if she has to take one
more second of it.
“Holy fuck,” are the only words remaining in Danni’s vocabulary as she comes on
Gen’s mouth, half her back arching off the bed and her legs convulsing around
Gen’s head.
Danni’s still twitching when Adrianne hauls Gen back. She hikes Gen’s hips
where she wants them, lines her cock up and it’s right then, when Danni’s
wiping drool off her mouth and Adrianne’s forcing her open on a cock that would
destroy men three times Gen’s size, when she can already imagine the thrilled
expressions as she recounts this night to Aldis and Chris and Tony and anyone
else who lands in her bed, when she can see Jason’s pout that he missed it and
his promise to do her just as good, it’s right then that Gen closes her eyes
and thinks, I love you.
~
Danni and Adri are still sleeping it off when Gen staggers outside for some
fresh air. The sun is bright to the level of personal offense. She slides a
pair of oversize sunglasses on, only stabbing herself twice in the process.
Water. She needs water.
She leans against the door of their drive-up room and fishes in the pocket of
her shorts for some wrinkled singles. The vending machine is so far away and
she’s the kind of sore between her legs that makes her question both her sanity
and Adri’s grasp of physics.
She’s steeling herself for full sunlight when a BMW pulls up.
Jeff slides out, grinning his old-timey cartoon-wolf grin, dark eyes and his
incomprehensible morning-person face lit up. She can’t see the driver too well
through the tinted windows but he looks like one of Jeff’s cash cows, the
white-collar bitches he has sprinkled all over the country like a personal
federal credit union. He mumbles something to the guy and winks before he slams
the door closed.
“Rough night, kiddo?”
Gen snorts, stretching until her back cracks.
“You should see the other girl.”
Jeff has a musical laugh.
“I’ve got ice cream,” he sing-songs, holding up a plastic grocery bag. “And
coffee.”
“Oh God, marry me.”
“Kid, I wouldn’t even talk to you if I weren’t the faggotest motherfucker in
this band.”
He hands her a warm paper cup of coffee, pitch black and beautiful like his
soul, and jerks his head toward her hotel room.
“She’d kill me in my sleep.”
Gen moans as she swallows bitter, blessed caffeine.
“You wanna come up to my place for some ice cream, sweetheart?”
“That line has actually gotten you laid, hasn’t it?”
Jeff wisely keeps his secrets and starts up the stairs to his second-floor
room. Even the coffee can’t keep Gen from wincing as she tries the first stair.
“Oh, that is just pathetic.”
Jeff snatches the coffee out of her hand and before she can say anything, he
picks her up with one arm. That man has wiry strength.
“I’m fine,” she half-asses, flopping against him.
“No problem, sugar, you don’t weigh much more than a ninth grader.”
He plops her on his unused bed and drags a chair over. His boots are on when he
kicks them up on the bed. They’re very, very shiny.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
Jeff tosses a plastic spoon onto her lap.
“Will it make me an accomplice to a crime?”
Jeff pauses like he’s really thinking about it before he peels the lid off a
pint of Häagen-Dazs.
“My favorite flavor,” he stage-whispers, pulling off a creamy curl with his
spoon, “is vanilla.”
It hurts to laugh but Gen can’t help it.
“Maybe you need balance.”
It’s Jeff’s turn to snort.
“I need something, kiddo.”
They share their coffee and ice cream in silence for a while, passing them back
and forth over the bed. Jeff’s hands are incongruously beautiful. Artist’s
hands, her Nana would have said. Long fingers made for prying things open,
militantly groomed fingernails, delicate wrists, skin that’s shockingly soft to
the touch despite all the wear on him. Jared always says it’s from all the
Crisco.
Curled around their dwindling pint of ice cream, he’s got a gothic B and C on
either middle finger. Gen grazes over one with the tip of her spoon.
“What’re those for?”
“Big cock,” Jeff deadpans, holding them both up at her before his face softens.
“Let’s just say they’re for my two favorite flavors of ice cream.”
Gen arches an eyebrow and grabs both his hands, flipping them over.
“What about this one?”
On the inside of the one with the C is a small number nine.
“That’s for something very, very special.”
His grin makes her skin crawl and her pussy a little bit wet.
The FTW on the inside of his wrist is self-explanatory, and the faded barbed
wire on his arm just makes him roll his eyes.
“It was the eighties.”
“Who’s M?”
Tucked into the web of his left thumb is an ornate M, flourishing script that
curls into the soft wrinkles of his skin. He rubs his thumb over it all the
time when he’s distracted, she’s noticed before. She goes to reach for it
before Jeff snatches his hand back.
“You done with that coffee?”
Gen passes him the empty cup.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
“Take a nap here if you need to, sweetheart.”
Jeff stands up and stretches, flashing a line of treasure trail over the
ragged, sagging waistband of his jeans.
Gen closes her eyes as he shuts the door.
~
That One True Waffle House thing is not a myth. Whether it’s in eastern Georgia
or western Alabama, Gen firmly believes they are all one collapsed infinite
portal to a parallel dimension where people can still legally smoke while they
prepare your food.
She loves the smothered biscuits.
“I like my meat a little more seasoned than you do, Papa Bear.”
Jason dumps a second sugar into his tea and smirks at Jeff. It’s a little
hypocritical, given the 16-year-old redhead sleeping off a dick hangover in
Jensen’s bunk. Danni had proved just as welcoming to Jason as she had to
Adrianne, and Gen had spent a happy night watching her bounce on Jason’s dick.
She and Jason had been the only ones awake to take Jeff up on his offer to
treat for breakfast.
“I’m telling you, twelve is the perfect age.”
She’s pretty sure Jeff is still drunk, at least he smells like it. She’s just
happy they have half the place to themselves.
“Like you weren’t already fucking around by then.”
“Oh, of course.”
Jason grins around his steaming-hot tea.
“This high school girl, first time I got my dick sucked. Thought I was in
love.”
They all laugh knowingly. Jeff leans back in his seat, grinning from ear to
ear.
“Christ, the sound this one made when I finally got it in.”
Jeff raises his coffee in salute.
“I am so happy to be alive.”
He takes a huge bite of pancakes and licks the syrup off his chops.
“By the way, buttercup, I am loving this jacket.”
Jeff pops the collar on his refurbished denim jacket. Gen had rescued it from a
by-the-pound clothing warehouse in Reno and embroidered it for his birthday.
The oversize biker-style “FUCKER” on the back had taken a ton of work but it
looked fucking great on him.
“I want to make one for Adri, what do you think—”
“Daddy,” they say in unison. Gen nods.
The Misfit’s Angelfuck pipes up and it takes all of them a second to realize
it’s Jeff’s phone.
“Speaking of good cunt,” Jeff smirks, swiping his phone to bring Brock up on
facetime.
“Hi, Daddy.” Brock blows a kiss at the screen.
“God, he’s fucking gorgeous,” Gen whispers across the table to Jason.
“Knows it, too,” Jason whispers back, rolling his eyes fondly. She’s heard epic
stories about Jason’s intimate knowledge of Jeff’s sweethearts but she’s yet to
witness it, unfortunately.
“Wanted to show you something.”
The camera pans away from Brock’s face to swing around and showcase the
interior of a gorgeous convertible. Jeff whistles as Brock sweeps over a
leather interior and the gleaming red of the hood.
“Told that pastor in Shreveport I wanted a Camaro for our anniversary.”
“That’s my boy.”
Jeff beams, every inch the proud father. She’s never met the infamous Brock,
but she knows Jeff half-raised him into his current success hustling old men
out of their money.
“We’re gonna have to break it in the next time I’m down there.”
She can’t see Jeff’s other hand but she’d bet her ass it’s on his dick.
“Where’s your brother?”
Gen fumbles a little around her mouthful of biscuit. It’s not like she doesn’t
know. Unlike Brock, she’s met Colin plenty, watched him go cross-eyed on his
tenth dick of the night and she will never, ever forget that thing with Jensen
and the baseball bat. Brothers, though. It still makes her skin all prickly.
“Say hi, Col.”
Brock winks and slopes the camera down.
Jason double-checks that they’re alone before sliding out of his side of the
booth to crowd in next to her for a better view.
“Hi, Daddy,” sounds better around a mouthful of dick no matter who’s saying it,
and Colin’s flushed face lights up as all three of them groan. Gen’s a little
flushed, too, sandwiched in between Jeff and Jason’s hulking shoulders,
crouching toward the screen as they both palm their dicks under the table. Gen
can play with the boys, too. She bites her lip and grinds the heel of her hand
against the seam of her jeans, feeling like she’s ten and sneaking into her
brother’s room to watch him aim for third base with some cheerleader.
“My boys,” Jeff sighs. Colin makes quick work of Brock, and their food is still
warm when he blows a comebubbly kiss goodbye to Jeff.
“Well, I’m fuckin’ hard,” Jason mumbles around the last of his eggs. He and
Jeff catch each other’s eyes over her head with a look that doesn’t belong in a
family establishment this early in the morning. Gen darts her eyes around,
making sure it’s still relatively empty.
“Can I watch you jerk off in the bathroom?”
Jason’s face splits into a grin while Jeff blinks with momentary surprise. He
slides a fifty onto the table and arches an eyebrow as Jason and Gen slide out
of the booth.
“Man, I like her.”
~
Adrianne doesn’t usually make that face when she goes down on her.
“What the fuck?”
Gen’s still a little swimmy from her orgasm.
“The what now?”
The ceiling above Adrianne’s bed has centerfolds taped all over it like a bad
mechanic’s shop. Gen blinks up at a dripping wet pussy-from-behind shot until
her eyes focus again.
Adrianne’s face is all screwed up with the tip of her tongue caught between her
teeth. She looks like a cat meme.
“I sthink itsh shglitter.”
She frowns down as she scrapes her short fingernail over her tongue.
“When did you start spooging glitter, babe?”
Gen rises onto her elbows and squints at the shiny fleck on Adrianne’s finger.
“You’ve been hanging out with Jensen too much.”
Adrianne holds up the offending piece of glitter, as unapologetically pink as
the centerfolds vaulted above them, not to mention Jensen. Gen laughs as
Adrianne crawls up beside her.
“Glitter on the front pooooorch,” Gen sing-songs, flicking the glitter off
Adri’s finger and rolling over to little spoon her. Adrianne hums back glitter
on the mattress because everyone loves the B-52s.
“The redhead? Total dyke.”
“I know!”
Gen had seen a spread about her wedding in Hawaii. It had seemed so romantic,
marrying her girlfriend when they were in their sixties. Gen snuggles back and
smiles into the curve of Adrianne’s arm.
“She has this great place upstate, Kate’s Lazy Meadow. It’s, like, all these
old trailers that she fixed up and decorated and everything’s really kitschy
and fifties.”
Last year Gen had spent a really, really great weekend there with Aldis, Chris,
and a bag of mushrooms.
“You’d love it, we should go sometime.”
“Fifties, huh?”
Adrianne drums her fingers over Gen’s mound, always finding some rhythm
wherever she touches Gen.
“You gonna wear some cute little dress for me, put on an apron and cook me
dinner like a good little wifey?”
Gen bites her lip, keeping her own rhythm to herself as she pictures just that.
Adrianne in her “tell your boyfriend I said sorry” jeans, braless under her
tanktop, sipping a cold one and sliding her hand under Gen’s apron strings. Her
Nana had always said wishes should be treated carefully. You only get so many.
“We’ll get there one day, baby.”
Adrianne kisses her neck and pulls her closer as the bus drives on into the
night.
End Notes
     Title is from Love Shack by the B-52s.
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