1
REED
I wiped the bottom of Kelly’s lip.
I probably had a few little Reed’s on my thumb.
Kelly flicked her tongue at my thumb like a hungry lizard, making it known she wasn’t going to waste a drop of me.
Her with a belly full of Reed jizz, I leaned forward and tapped the driver on the shoulder.
The car came to a stop.
“What are we doing now?” Kelly asked.
I sat back and told myself not to look at her as I prepared to kick her ass out of the car.
The picture this painted looked terrible here.
I looked like the biggest cliché rock star in the world.
Meeting up with Kelly, parading her around the studio, letting her suck me off in the back of the car I had waiting when we left the studio… only to throw her out like an empty whiskey bottle.
And, yes, she was a whiskey bottle with an amazing chest.
My eyes couldn’t help themselves as I looked at her one more time.
Well, her chest, of course.
Her lips were sexy. Her eyes were a light brown color, hinting at innocence… then again, I just had her mouth on my cock, sucking me like she was in the middle of the desert and there was only one droplet of water left and she had to suck a straw to…
We get the point, Reed.
I blinked once and took a deep breath.
I was going to miss her tits.
And I hadn’t even had a chance to get properly introduced to them.
“Question,” I said.
“What?” Kelly asked.
“Nipples. Pierced?”
“Nope,” she said. She inched toward me. “But I’ve been thinking about it. Want to go right now? You can hold my hand. And then kiss them…”
I gritted my teeth.
Fucking hell.
I reminded myself that there were a lot of Kelly’s out there.
A lot.
“So, are you ready for some wild fun, Reed?” Kelly whispered in a seductive voice.
I shut my eyes and ran through my mind everything I wanted to do with Kelly’s tits. I could have stayed like that for hours, so I had to move fast.
My teeth chattered.
I opened my eyes.
Kelly was now touching her left breast. Rubbing over her nipple.
“How bad do you think it hurts?” she asked.
I reached around her and opened the car door.
“Oh, honey, this is going to hurt a lot.”
When Kelly got out of the car, she kicked the door shut. Then she kicked the door again. Next came her hands against the window.
Slapping it over and over.
Her voice was muffled but I heard the words asshole, douchebag, and fuckface.
All of which I had earned.
I touched my chest and looked at her through the heavily tinted window as the car started to move again.
“Goodbye, honey,” I said. “I’ll miss you. Well, not you, but your tits.”
I smacked my lips together.
I wasn’t exactly sure what the hell I was thinking at the moment, but the driver of the car helped snap me out of my trance of letting-the-tits-go-regret.
“Am I taking you back to the studio? Or somewhere else?” he asked.
I cleared my throat.
“Well, my good man, I need you to turn it around and go back the way you came. The exact route. Do you remember seeing those women singing on the corner a little ways back?”
“That I do,” the driver said.
“That’s where I need to be. Right now.”
“Of course.”
I sat back and looked down at my dick.
Well, my jeans.
But my dick was inside my jeans.
Obviously.
“Sorry, dude,” I said. “At least you came once, right? She was pretty good. I know you wanted to nestle between her tits. I know you wanted to climb deep inside her and make her wiggle, desperate to make more room, knowing she can’t, which then would only make her come, leaving you soaking wet…”
I lifted my eyes and caught the driver looking at me in the mirror.
“Problem?” I asked.
“No,” the driver said.
“You know, it’s okay to talk to your dick. It’s a part of your body, man. You should try it. It has feelings too. The more you play with it, the bigger it gets. The happier it is. And I just let my dick down. In a big way. If I knew I was going to toss her out of the car, I would have had her on her hands and knees on the seat. You know?”
“I understand,” the driver said.
“Hey, how nice were her tits?”
The driver grinned.
He didn’t answer.
“Come on, man, tell me.”
“They were nice,” he said.
“Epic, right?”
“They were very nice. I wouldn’t have minded seeing them myself.”
“Shit,” I said. “I should have asked her to flash me before I kicked her out.”
“Hindsight, right?” the driver asked.
“Yeah… hindsight…”
I lift my head from the table, a playing card and a poker chip stuck to my cheek. I flick the poker chip away and peel the card off my face.
Two of hearts.
How fucking stupid…
I open the window on the bus and flick the card out it
I stand up and the bus is moving. Not just from being on the road either.
My hand grabs a bottle of whiskey and I walk to the bathroom.
I drop down to one knee and propose to the toilet before throwing up.
I wash down the taste of vomit with the whiskey.
That’s a rock star’s breakfast.
I walk to the back of the bus and the second I get into my bed, I smell her.
The fucking sheets reek of her.
I hurry and ball up the sheets, including the pillow and pillowcase.
Then I open one of the drawers and I see her shit.
Some stupid fucking jewelry. A bottle of perfume.
I look around.
I know I’m alone.
After I shut my eyes, I twist the cap off the perfume and take a deep breath.
The smell brings back a thousand memories.
Her laugh.
Her hair.
I’d smell that scent just before I’d kiss her.
When we’d fuck and get all filthy and sweaty, I’d smell that scent…
I put all of her shit - except one ring - into the balled-up sheets.
I take it to the window that I opened and throw it all the fuck out.
Then I sit down and put my head down.
“Ah, fuck!” Bill, the bus driver, yells.
I pick my head up again.
We’re getting pulled over.
For littering.
That at least makes me laugh.
The corner was empty.
“Fuck,” I growled.
The driver had on the hazard lights while we just sat there in the middle of the road.
Cars whizzed around us, beeping their horns.
“You saw them there, right?” I asked.
“Yes, I did,” he said. “What do you want me to do now?”
“Go around the block,” I said. “Slow. Let’s see if we can find them.”
The car crept forward and turned left.
I kept my eyes peeled.
Abby? Where are you at, honey? It’s been long enough… right?
I couldn’t believe this bullshit.