All the Queens Men

The Aftermath

Climbing into my car I call Jeff. "Hey babe, where you been I texted you," He says. "I was helping Meg with some school work, it was insane," I lied. Tears begin to stream down my face. Keeping the phone at a distance I place him on speaker. We talked for the next two hours. Tim's car starts from the driveway, startling me I realize how late it is. "I got to go to bed babe," he says with exhaustion, "I love you." Taking a deep breath, I reply, "I love you too." Blankley, I sit staring into space.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz... Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz...

"SHIT!!" I say as I wake up in my car. My phone has fifteen missed calls from Meg. Twelve text messages. 6:30 a. m. As I climb out of my car I decide to sneak in and avoid the 50 questions. I need to sleep a little longer before the hockey game this afternoon. Buzz, Buzz... Jeff: Morning Beautiful. I don't reply. As I open the door I quietly head to my bedroom grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, thank god my room is on the first floor. My bed is chilled; it feels so good as I climb into it not bothering to take my clothes off. I chug the water not taking a breath, my dry mouth immediately feels refreshed. I checked the phone one last time. Nothing. I put it on the nightstand, almost taunting me. I have so much to say to Patrick, so many questions. My mind is racing thinking about the sex, the first time we met, how it all began. I drift off into some kind of mid-sleep, as I told myself, "Don't borrow trouble." My professor told me that once, now it drives me crazy because I knew it was right. I always seem to over think everything in my life. The room fades to a dark empty space...

His cock was in my hand, throbbing with every stroke. My eyes can't stop looking into his. I wrap my lips around the tip of his massive cock and suck, still stroking the shaft. Watching his every movement. The perfect line his lips make as he seems mesmerized. Sitting up on my knees, I tilt my head down and slowly push all of his girth into my mouth, my spit gushing from the corners of my plump lips. Up and down his shaft, not looking at him, my eyes shut and begin watering. I pick up my speed and twirl my tongue around him. I feel my saliva dripping down my chin, onto my tits. His hands are in my hair pulling me back, trying to get me to stop. I cup his balls gently holding them, pulling him free from my lips, I stroke with my hand fast. My mouth is wide open still dripping, I feel the mascara from my eyes running down my face. I dive for his balls, sucking them firmly. Back to his cock I suck and lick him. He gives up and let's go of my hair. It falls sticking to my wetness. "Cum for me Mr. X," I demand. I suck harder and faster, gagging as I fuck my mouth with his amazing cock. He stands, pulling away and grabbing himself, holding my head back, my mouth wide open, ready to taste his warm salty cum drip down my throat. His breath is fast, as he lets go. It's all over me dripping down my chest and all over my face. I suck the tip gently as he exhales loudly, I kiss his cock. He sits, watching me with his grin. I lick my tits and lips. Sucking my fingers. God, he tastes so good.

Buzz... My eyes widened, that was definitely not a text. It can wait. "Get the fuck up!" Meg yells. "Why didn't you answer me!" "I came home when Tim was still here. I fell asleep in my car talking to Jeff!" I yell back. "Christ, you're not my mother!" "Get up, we are going to be late!" Now she is in my doorway. "YES MOM!" I yell into my pillow. "Did you fuck him?" she says. "Get out of here!" I toss a pillow at her. "Turn the shower on" I whine, sitting up. Meg continues to talk, this time, I tune her out as she disappears into my master bathroom. I sit speechless staring forward into the corner of my flat screen that hangs on the wall. The wall was painted dark gray with black chevron stripes, the rest of the room was light gray. All the photos were black and white, with a black frame. My entire bedroom set was Amish built, custom cherry wood. Another purchase I didn't really need. The accent carpets were teal, the only bright color in the room besides my bed spread which matched. I shake my head and reach for the remote. As the television turns on I begin to hear the NHL channel talk about the team. I tone it out as well. My fingertips are playing with the bracelet again. The tears begin to fall. My eyes drift to the stand under the television. There sat the flag and pins I was given at the funeral almost 9-years-ago. He was a hero and the reason I couldn't trust another man.