Rough Patch

Make Pretend

Connie latched onto the guy she had met at the bar, moaning and drowning herself in the pleasure.

"God, you're so fucking perfect." He groaned, finishing with a small grunt.

Connie wiped the sweat from her forehead and hummed at the too familiar feeling of their mixed juices.

The guy put on his shirt and grinned a bit before frowning a bit. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Send in the next one." She repositioned herself on the bed and heaved a huge sigh.

He laughed. "You've been at this for 6 hours, Connie. You look like you're not doing so hot." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, not that I care, but you weren't even moaning my name. It was 'Steven this, Steven that.' My name is Jeff, Connie." He paused and sat on the edge of the bed, far from her still body. "You arent just a piece of meat to me. But... I'm a guy. If I cant get laid and when sexy easy Connie Ma-lay-swaren is ready to give herself away for any guy at any time, well..." he shrugged. "What I'm saying is, if you keep this up much longer, you'll be stuck in this forever."

Connie inhaled.

She exhaled.

It was Steven this, and Steven that.

You're not just a piece of meat, but....

Sexy, easy Connie Ma-lay-swaren is ready to give herself away....

You'll be stuck like this forever...

"Get out."

Jeff stood. "Wha- oka-"

"GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!" She threw the nearest object at Jeff's head, effectively driving him away from her.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?! I'm trying to help!" He ducked a purse only to get her phone straight to his face.

"GET OUT I HATE YOU I HATE YOU GET OUT!!!" Tears streamed down her face as she screamed at him to go.

Jeff went pale and left quickly, deciding it was best to leave her be.

Connie breathed heavily as the anger subsided, turned into a deep, depressing kind of longing, and seeped into her bones.

Larger, hot tears spilled over her already dampened and red face. Connie curled into a little ball and groaned.

'What am I supposed to do?'

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Jeff remembered the house, it was similar to his own when he was a kid. A nice beach house he would have loved to snag sat out looking the ocean. The mirthy white caps and deep blue waves starkly contrasted the almost white sand that slipped in between his toes.

He sat, thinking about Connie. She had really lost it, and in his book, it had always been a matter of time before she did. No one could stay a fucktoy for long when she was madly in love with someone the way she was with Steven.

He winced at the growing knot on his forehead, noting she still had a strong arm and an even stronger throw.

She had once judo flipped him in the 8th grade for bumping into her. She was deep in thought and her combat training had clearly paid off. She was just as tone and lean, if not more, than she was as a child.

He let his mind wander to the rest of her. Her body had been flatter than the ocean on a still summer day, and then she had exploded with curves and a kind of thickness models would envy. She had the brightest smile, and casually seductive eyes that could make any guy get an instant hard on. She seemed perfect. And she was physically, inside as well. Tight, slick, and perfect in any and every position.

"What are you doing on my land?"

Jeff didnt even look behind him. "Hey Steven. We need to talk about your girl. She needs help."

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Steven's heart jumped into his throat. Why did this guy say that? Was it that obvious he was in love with her? Was it written on his face is permanent marker? He subconsciously wiped a hand over his face and stumbled down next to him.

"Do I...know you?"

"Yeah, but not directly. I'm Jeff." He reached out a hand only to be met with a shield at his throat.

"Jeff, huh?" He narrowed his eyes. "Judo Jeff?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah 'Judo Jeff' that's me!" He laughed nervously. "Please put the shield down. I've seen what you can do with that thing." He sighed and pressed a hand to his neck.

"What do you want, Jeff?" Steven murmured, swaying a bit in the wind.

Jeff opened his mouth to say something, but caught a whiff of an acidy flavor in the air. "Are- are you drunk, Steven?"

Steven stayed staring out into the ocean, his gaze not wavering for a second. "Absolutely, I am."

Jeff could almost taste the alcohol in the air between them. "Brandy?"

He shook his head. "Gin."

The smaller man shook his head in sad shock. "Is it... is it because of Connie?"

The second he asked, he knew he shouldnt have. Steven sighed deeply and sunk into the ground 15 feet. Jeff had to scramble out of the sinkhole before he also fell into the pit of despair.

"Yes." It was barely audible, but he heard it and the pain in that one word was deep and intense.

"She needs you. Shes losing her mind and it's making it difficult to look at her without seeing all the hurt there."

Steven struggled to his feet and jumped halfway out of the hole, grunting as he dug his fingers into the sand to pull himself up. He lay there for a minute heaving, and then turned over to face Jeff head on. "You mean its difficult to fuck her."

Jeff brushed wayward strands of hair out of his face and weighed his options: on one hand, he clearly already knew and that was terrifying in and of itself. Not telling what he might do if he said yes. On the other, he could try to run, only to probably be caught and ripped apart like a tortilla. He compromised by stating at him just as steadily and nodding. "That too."

"Tell me one thing," he pleaded. "How many? Tell me at least that."

"14 at the moment. But she might be out of commission for awhile because of this outburst."

Steven sighed and jumped back into the hole. "Thanks." Came the faint reply.

"You're welcome. Want to talk about your side? It's not like you to get drunk. Pretending that alcohol will make everything fine won't help you feel better."

"Just-just go. Leave the demon to his demons."

Jeff nodded even though he knew Steven couldn't see it and stood, wiping the sand off his shorts. He turned to go and paused one more time. "Do you love her?"

"With all my heart."

"Then go to her. Make that obvious."

Steven just groaned as tears welled in his eyes.