years of lies. I can’t believe you buy into that shit. You’re better than that.” I rub my hand through my thinly buzzed hair and try to cool myself down. Bowen is family, not my enemy. It’s something I need to remember. If I don’t, I’ll have no one left. “You’re right though. It wasn’t nothing. It was a fucking ambush and no one saw it coming.”
“I just want you to deal with it right. Sometimes we hang out, shoot our guns, and drink beer or whatever. And I’ll look over and you’ve got this look. It’s not scary like some of the other guys. It’s just… blank. It’s like you want to get lost in that cabin forever.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I do,” I lie. “Shit, I don’t know what look you’re talking about, but I sure as hell don’t want to get lost forever. That’s the last thing I want out of this life. It’s just, when you experience what we’ve both experienced, how the fuck are you supposed to relate to the outside world? No one wants to get to know a guy like me. They want to go about their day and pretend nothing ever happened. So yeah, nothing happened over there. I’ll give them what they want.”
I get up and start pacing. I’m bored. Like real fucking bored. That girl Lena has me going crazy ever since I met her. Her thighs under that dress, her pouty lips in that ruby red lipstick, and, fuck , that tight pussy. I’m still reeling over last night’s events. It’s practically the only thing I think about. I’ve been getting hard practically every second at the thought of her.
“So you’re just going to be that creepy dude in the woods?” he laughs, shaking his head. I just lift my chin and nod. “Suit yourself, man. As for me, I’m going to live life.” Great for you, Bowen. I’m happy for ya.
“That’s cool with me, brother,” I say, sitting back down.
There’s a sudden silence and we’re both left to our thoughts. We had been through so much and we’re still finding ourselves getting heated over how we deal with the past.
“What about that chick?” he finally says.
I feel my skin prickle at the mere mention of her existence. I smile. “Ah. I’ve been waiting for you to ask about her. She’s good. And I mean real good.” I lean back in the chair and throw my hands behind my head.
“Bullshit,” he says. “You didn’t fuck her.” But his eyes have perked up. He’s waiting for me to tell him more. Just because he’s married, doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about pussy every day. The guy lived for this shit.
“What makes you think I didn’t?” I laugh. “Wasn’t I always a good with the bitches?”
He laughs loudly at this. “I seem to remember you getting a few prostitutes over at the base.”
“Fuck off,” I smile. “Anyway, you’re right. We didn’t fuck. I don’t stick my dick in new holes on the first date.”
“Yeah, yeah. So what happened? Come on, man. I haven’t gotten laid in close to a year. You have to fill me in on this shit.” Oof. A year of no sex from the wife? That sounded like pure torture.
“Well, she took me to this hill. Deep in the woods,” I began.
“Sounds like your kind of girl,” he laughs. “Sorry. Continue. I’m listening.”
“Nah, you’re right. She’s a child of the earth or some shit. Anyway, one thing led to another and I’m eating her pussy. Like, her whole cunt is in my mouth and I’m just slobbering everywhere, and boy does she taste good. Like fucking candy,” I say. I’m dressing it up in our bro-talk, but it’s the truth. She does taste like fucking candy. So much so, that I can’t get the taste out of my head. It follows me, lingering like her scent. That thing she said about memories. Well, she’s a memory I never want to forget.
For a second, I feel like a young boy bragging to his friends about getting laid for the first time. I want to tell everyone about her, about what she can do. I’d call her, but I was too damn stupid to get her number or any other
“I just want you to deal with it right. Sometimes we hang out, shoot our guns, and drink beer or whatever. And I’ll look over and you’ve got this look. It’s not scary like some of the other guys. It’s just… blank. It’s like you want to get lost in that cabin forever.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I do,” I lie. “Shit, I don’t know what look you’re talking about, but I sure as hell don’t want to get lost forever. That’s the last thing I want out of this life. It’s just, when you experience what we’ve both experienced, how the fuck are you supposed to relate to the outside world? No one wants to get to know a guy like me. They want to go about their day and pretend nothing ever happened. So yeah, nothing happened over there. I’ll give them what they want.”
I get up and start pacing. I’m bored. Like real fucking bored. That girl Lena has me going crazy ever since I met her. Her thighs under that dress, her pouty lips in that ruby red lipstick, and, fuck , that tight pussy. I’m still reeling over last night’s events. It’s practically the only thing I think about. I’ve been getting hard practically every second at the thought of her.
“So you’re just going to be that creepy dude in the woods?” he laughs, shaking his head. I just lift my chin and nod. “Suit yourself, man. As for me, I’m going to live life.” Great for you, Bowen. I’m happy for ya.
“That’s cool with me, brother,” I say, sitting back down.
There’s a sudden silence and we’re both left to our thoughts. We had been through so much and we’re still finding ourselves getting heated over how we deal with the past.
“What about that chick?” he finally says.
I feel my skin prickle at the mere mention of her existence. I smile. “Ah. I’ve been waiting for you to ask about her. She’s good. And I mean real good.” I lean back in the chair and throw my hands behind my head.
“Bullshit,” he says. “You didn’t fuck her.” But his eyes have perked up. He’s waiting for me to tell him more. Just because he’s married, doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about pussy every day. The guy lived for this shit.
“What makes you think I didn’t?” I laugh. “Wasn’t I always a good with the bitches?”
He laughs loudly at this. “I seem to remember you getting a few prostitutes over at the base.”
“Fuck off,” I smile. “Anyway, you’re right. We didn’t fuck. I don’t stick my dick in new holes on the first date.”
“Yeah, yeah. So what happened? Come on, man. I haven’t gotten laid in close to a year. You have to fill me in on this shit.” Oof. A year of no sex from the wife? That sounded like pure torture.
“Well, she took me to this hill. Deep in the woods,” I began.
“Sounds like your kind of girl,” he laughs. “Sorry. Continue. I’m listening.”
“Nah, you’re right. She’s a child of the earth or some shit. Anyway, one thing led to another and I’m eating her pussy. Like, her whole cunt is in my mouth and I’m just slobbering everywhere, and boy does she taste good. Like fucking candy,” I say. I’m dressing it up in our bro-talk, but it’s the truth. She does taste like fucking candy. So much so, that I can’t get the taste out of my head. It follows me, lingering like her scent. That thing she said about memories. Well, she’s a memory I never want to forget.
For a second, I feel like a young boy bragging to his friends about getting laid for the first time. I want to tell everyone about her, about what she can do. I’d call her, but I was too damn stupid to get her number or any other
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