Chapter 9

The following week of school was all the same, pretty boring, all us seniors hardly able to wait for June to arrive and graduation and for our real lives to begin. Good thing was that Jennie stayed home all week, even Friday night, not throwing out a single lie about having to do some all-night study with her friend Samantha. Problem was she didn’t invite me over or stay with me or anything like that. We walked home together, even held hands, but then she’d say she just wanted to think stuff over and get some sleep.

Then on Saturday I go over and Sherry tells me Jennie had taken off to be with some friends and said she might spend the night. Sherry looked straight at me as she gave me the news, and seeing me tighten up she put out a hand and said, “Everything alright with you Taylor? With you and Jennie I mean. Didn’t she tell you? No texts or anything?”

Nothing, which really pissed me off, but I really didn’t know what to do about it other than sit and steam. I really wanted to tear the tank-top Sherry was wearing right off her and suck in her breasts. I couldn’t get past the thought that she had her tits almost hanging out just to tease me, her cut-offs showing me what had once literally been in my grasp. Like all guys, I was sure women just loved the idea of teasing men, getting off on their ability to flaunt their bodies and then deny us anything but a look. Before I could think up some reason to invite myself in for lunch, Sherry told me that she and Tim were going out to get his haircut and that maybe I should give Jennie a call. I turned and went home, wanting to scream out my frustrations and just being pissed at everything in life.

Then late in the afternoon Jennie called, as in a real telephone call. I was on it in a second and there she was, all hard and cold and I could tell she was mad, but all she said was, “Taylor. Could you drive over and pick me up? I wanna get the fuck out of here but don’t have a ride. Please?”

I almost told her to go screw herself and call Troy instead, but I counted to three and said I’d be right over. I knew exactly where she was. Bob’s. I had had to pick her up once before when she had woken up late one night and had this weird feeling that something really bad was going to happen and needed me to come save her. Found her half-dressed at midnight by the road, walking back and forth and crying. Probably just had a little too much of Bob’s favorite drug of the day. She apologized the next day for being so dramatic but it made me feel good knowing she still felt she could trust me.

This time she wasn’t scared, just mad, pissed off at Bob enough to call me for another emergency exit. My dad didn’t ask any questions, just tossed me the keys and told me to pick up some KFC on the way home. Made me happy. Anything’s better than meatloaf, and if I could drive both fried chicken and a warm and willing Jennie back to my house, then the weekend was looking really good. She was waiting at a gas station just two blocks down from Bob’s. Didn’t say a word to me, even while picking up the chicken, just looking upset and staring out the window and grunting at every question I threw her way.

I figured she’d eventually quiet down and talk it out later that night, but as soon as we pulled into our driveway she was out and walking toward home, saying “Sorry Taylor. Just too much shit coming down. Maybe see you tomorrow.” I tried to stop her, convince her that I just wanted to be her friend and give her someone to talk it out with, but she didn’t want to hear it. I finally got through to her by saying she smelled like dope and was slurring her words so much her mother was bound to get suspicious. That got her to come over for a piece of chicken and a coke, but she still insisted on going home alone.

It wasn’t until later in the week that she came over late one night and finally told me what had happened at Bob’s. Seems that Ramon had shown up again, the two guys experimenting with a favorite choice of weed, pulling it through a water pipe full of wine. Jennie had been game, taking in more than her share of the smoke, happily loaded and willing to do anything that felt good. That’s when she overheard Ramon agreeing to pay Bob a hundred dollars if he got to drive her back to his place for the night. Jennie pretended she hadn’t heard, but quickly picked up her stuff and made it outside and away before Bob could notice she was gone.

Jennie had been high, not stupid, and knew Bob was selling her out and understood what that made her. As she told me her side of the story, Jennie alternated between anger at Bob for treating her like his own private whore and worry that he’d sold off her services a dozen times before. Jennie thought she was being a free spirit. Instead, one of her favorite lovers had actually been making money on the side by selling access to her open snatch to any and all of his friends.

I didn’t have much to say. Easy to condemn her as a slut, a young girl with a thing for older guys with big cocks, but I was one of those guys. If anything, I was the one who should have been condemned for using her as my own private go-to girl, so I kept it light and supportive. Weirdly enough, every time I tried to say something mean about Bob and the rest of the guys, she actually came to their defense.

“You should have known Jennie. I mean, Bob and Sam and all of them already have older girlfriends. They were just using you. Bob especially. You should have known that the last time he left you at Ramon’s place.”

“Yeah, but then I thought it was just us all having some fun together. Bob’s never hidden that he had another girlfriend or two, and most of the time I’m the one who decides who I’m gonna stay with. He’s never actually forced me to do anything with anybody. It just sort of happens. Like that overnight trip to the lake last December. I insisted on going with one of Bob’s friends when he mentioned he was taking off. Just didn’t know it was going to be three guys and me sharing a sleeping bag.”

“You never told me about that one.” Amazing how much shit Jennie never told me. Like I’ve mentioned before, it all came out later in bits and pieces.

“Well, do you think you’ll ever go back to Bob? I mean, will you ask for an explanation and let him say he’s sorry and go back to him?”

“You mean go back to letting him treat me like a public urinal? No. No way. I’m done with that fucker. Not even answering any of his calls. Not even sure I want to deal with Sam and all those guys anymore.”

“Really? No more going over to “Sami’s”? So where will you go when you get pissed off at me or your mom?”

“Shut up Taylor. Not that it’s any of your business, but I’ve actually spent more time over at Troy’s place than I have with Sam these past couple of months. If anybody’s going to be happy with me dropping Bob, it’ll be Troy.”

Damn. Really didn’t want to hear that Troy was still in the picture, but I sighed and let it go, pulling Jennie into a hug and ignoring all of her pleas to be left alone to study. Sure, a school night, but if she was going to come over and fill me with stories about her sexual escapades, she needed to relieve a little of the pressure my balls were feeling. At least that’s what I was thinking at the time.

Jennie feigned displeasure, but asshole that I was, I decided we had talked enough and began interspersing words with physical action. She tried pushing back, then started on a hand job, but in the end I had her knees locked up by her head for a ten-minute pounding. Considering how full my balls were, I’m amazed I lasted that long. In my mind I did good, but when I woke up in the middle of the night Jennie was gone. I almost walked over next door to check on her but rolled over and went back to sleep, my gut telling me something was wrong and my head not wanting to deal with it. I didn’t know it then, but that was the last time Jennie would ever share a bed with me.

The final few days of school before our spring break were frosty, and not because of an early spring freeze. Jennie still walked with me to school, even met me afterwards, but she lacked the fun and energy she normally threw my way. I thought it was just Bob’s evil designs on her that made Jennie moody, but she didn’t want to talk about it. What bugged me was that she seemed fine about telling me she wanted to be alone, then saying she was going over to Troy’s, supposedly just to hang out and talk, but why not with me? Pathetic, right? Talk about clueless.

Seems that the cosmos was intent on teaching me a lesson, giving me one more clue about what was going on around me even as I kept my eyes glued shut. It happened that Friday before break, a half-day, when I’d gone over to another friend’s to check out his new motorcycle before returning home. I’d hoped to find Jennie at her place, but as I walked up to her front door I noticed a truck parked in front. I knew that truck. Troy. Damn. Sneaky bastard that I was, I quietly walked around to the side of the house, and wasn’t surprised to hear familiar noises coming from Jennie’s partially open window.

A quick peek in showed me everything I didn’t want to see, Troy’s hips pushing into Jennie’s open legs, both grunting like winded goats, one of Jennie’s feet tapping out the rhythm on Troy’s ass. I stood at the side of the window for a good five minutes, grimacing with every moan and the wet sound of Jennie’s cunt sucking up Troy’s love handle. Jennie squealed out her arrival to sexual heaven but Troy just continuing to grind away into her. I was about to leave, out of frustration and boredom and absolute despondency, but after a second loud blessing from the sex gods, Jennie said something I’d never heard her say before.

“Stop, stop. Babe, I want to feel you cum in me now. I’m good, really. Just cum in me.”

Troy seemed to understand but his answer was inexplicable to me. “You sure? I really like fucking you, Jennie. I could go on for another hour. Yeah, I want to cum in you, but only if you want me to.”

“Enough already. Take it off and just let me feel you inside of me.”

Hearing Jennie say that, I had to chance a second look, a slow but minimal peek through the side edge of the window to see what the hell was going on. Only ten seconds, but that was enough. I saw Troy kneeling back on his heels and Jennie up on her elbows, both intent on what Troy had in his hands. For a full second I was stunned and confused. Troy had pulled out from inside of Jennie, his cock long and thick as it rose from his crotch, just what every man would want to show his beloved. But Troy’s organ was black and looking very unlike the pale white skin that covered the rest of his body. Another second and my shock and disbelief doubled as I saw Troy pull his cock off his hairy scrotal sac. Yeah, you read that right, and if you’ve got any experience at all in watching porn or talking this shit out with friends, you’ll know just what was going on.

I know you’re thinking Troy was just taking off a dark colored condom, but no. Ever see a cock sleeve or extender? They can be thick as a dildo but with an empty center so that a guy can push it over his dick and set to inside his woman’s cunt. At first I was envious at Troy’s size, albeit weirded out over the black color. Then I saw him pulling the thing off and realized half his length and girth was pretend plastic. I have to admit to being something of a macho asshole for being proud of how my real life cock was larger than his. Thing is, as Troy put aside his fake phallus, Jennie lay back and opened her legs up for him while I stood outside, yet again holding my limp dick in hand and with no place to put it. As I walked back home, I actually envied Troy and his place in Jennie’s heart, small dick and all.

I had the brains not to say anything to Jennie about what I’d seen. Sure, I texted her that night and the next morning I made sure to go by early and ask if she wanted to come over for breakfast. Didn’t mention Troy, just talked about a show we both followed and an upcoming basketball game, but otherwise kept everything real low key.

In my mind the entire world had changed. After a full year of me being with Jennie and knowing she had all these other guys on the side, I finally realized who I had been to her. A friend. A really really good friend. And even though I wasn’t happy with the conclusion, I finally found room in my bonehead brain to smile and accept it. All I had to do is start acting like a friend. Easier said than done, but I promised myself that I’d try.

I didn’t talk any of this out with Jennie. How would I even bring it up? Like any guy I just pretended that nothing had changed and promised myself to be a better friend, but it was already too late for that. Jennie had moved on and my new found maturity was largely ignored.

That same Saturday afternoon I tried to go all out, telling her of a movie I wanted to take her to and maybe drop by some new restaurant in another town. I had a whole speech planned, about how I hoped she could move on from Bob and find someone who could really appreciate her. Sure I was still hoping she’d put her hand out and give me a kiss, but I was also ready to (reluctantly) give a thumbs up to Troy. Jennie just shrugged and said she had other stuff to do. As she turned away, I knew that I’d pretty much lost her. Not just as my favorite go to girl for a wonderful fuck. I knew I’d already lost her there. It was that I may have even lost her friendship, lost her trust. That hurt the most. The sadness of that sudden realization still sits in my gut, still reminds me of what an asshole I can be.

Morning found me alone and sad and angry, both with myself and Jennie and all the rest of the world. I went over to Jennie’s house only for Sherry to open the door, telling me that Jennie had phoned and begged to stay the night at Sami’s. You know it’s bad when mom gets a phone call and I don’t even rate a quick text. I knew Jennie probably wasn’t at Sam’s, picturing Jennie with her legs wrapped around Troy’s waist while he buried his half-size boner inside her.

My mind was a mess, especially with Sherry standing right there and biting her lip, and that was a big part of the problem. Jennie had pulled away from me and Sherry continued to deny the fact that I meant any more to her than any other next door neighbor kid. I was two seconds from pulling Sherry into a kiss when Tim brought me back to earth and asked if I could help him with his bicycle.

I might not be much at cars, but bicycles I can handle. Tim’s bike was just an old one speed dirt bike that needed some cleaning and basic repairs to be rideable. Simple stuff, like fixing a flat and truing one of the rims and adjusting the seat and handlebars. Easy, but it ate up the rest of my morning. Sherry was nice enough to invite me to lunch, just a sandwich and tomato soup. Tim was there, the three of us talking like a family about stuff I can’t even remember, but I know I moved my foot over to rub her calf and she didn’t move her leg away. That sure got my attention.

After I made another adjustment to his bicycle seat, Tim took off to a friend’s place down the block. That left me standing in the street, looking back and forth between our houses, wondering if I should escape home and stew in my own discontent or wander into Sherry’s and get my heart (and cock) crushed. Sherry chose for me, looking out through the screen door and smiling, but then disappearing into the dark interior of the house without closing the door. There were a lot of other things on my mind, but at that second all I could think of was Sherry. Blame it on my raging adolescent hormones, but Sherry suddenly became everything to me.