I’ve spent the afternoon lamenting about my lack of fucking lately. Ben’s my roommate, even though we fuck now and then, he doesn’t count.
“Who?” I sit up, interested. I snap off the television and give him my full attention.
“Jones,” he answers with a smirk.
“Get the fuck out of here!” I shriek, throwing a pillow at him.
Jake Jones is the drummer for my friend’s band. Everyone else in the band goes for the “metal” look: skimpy goatees and long greasy hair. Jones possesses soft black curls and brilliant green eyes, baby-faced and adorable. He’s the one the groupies anxiously hang around the stage for, squealing when he takes off his sweaty t-shirt halfway through the set. He’s never treated me as anything more than one of the guys. Honestly, he’s so far out of my league looks-wise that I’ve never even fantasized about fucking him before. Continue reading
Eric’s rich, at least by our standards. He lived in Vegas and worked as a mortgage loan-something-or-other. Whatever he did, it’s far beyond our comprehension. No one really knows why Eric moved back either, although I suspect it has something to do with pills and that his sister is a doctor here.
Eric bought an entire building downtown, something also beyond our comprehension. Once, I overheard him tell his brother-in-law that he only paid eighty grand for the whole place, they both laughed and I didn’t know why. It’s a four story building, the top three floors are one giant apartment. I don’t fuck him just because he lives here, but it doesn’t hurt either. Continue reading
The four of us- me, Ben, Dave and Manny, look for the key to his back door. Ben lifts up a potted, wilting fern. “There we go,” he says, unlocking the door and swinging it wide open. The guys think it’ll be funny to take naked pictures of me and stash them around Eric’s apartment. I’m not sure what’s so funny about it, but I don’t care enough to ask. Eric’s my latest fuck buddy, the other three are in his death metal band.
I sit on Eric’s bed while the three of them argue about how to pose me. When I peel off my jeans and panties, the argument stops. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I snap, “you’ve all seen me naked before. Get over it.” It takes a minute for them to all realize what I mean. Manny blushes and laughs nervously. Ben snorts and chugs a beer.
I agreed to let them photograph me, mostly because they bet I wouldn’t. Ben knows exactly how empty I am and exploits it at every opportunity. It was probably his idea. I’m not self conscious. I’ve gone beyond that somehow. Dressed, naked. I don’t care either way. I hit bottom five floors ago and I just kept falling. I’ve fucked each of them at least once within the past few weeks. I even fucked Dave right here in Eric’s bed. Eric said he didn’t care, he even encouraged it. Crazy seems to be the new aphrodisiac. Continue reading
He’s the only one I can think of that might be able to leave work to come help me. I occasionally fuck his boss, so it shouldn’t be a problem for him to leave. I tell him I’m stuck. I need help with the flat, but I’m broke. I don’t even own a jack. I’m stranded in the next town over after a one night stand and I need to get to work. I know what it’ll cost, but I’m hoping he won’t ask.
“You know what I want,” he breathes into the phone. He’s been trying to fuck me for months, but I keep dodging him. Dave has a bit of a reputation for his fucking abilities, he’s got girls lined up to sleep with him, but I’m not attracted to him. It drives him crazy and he won’t stop hounding me.
“Fine,” I huff, considering my limited options. “Just get over here.”
I sit on the curb and chain smoke cigarettes for the next half hour. Dave pulls up, dressed in a suit and tie. I watch him neatly fold his jacket and place it in his van. He leers at me and I make a face. I ask him if his boss gave him any shit about leaving, Dave says I owe his boss one too. “Tell him it won’t be today, ” I sigh, “I gotta get to work.” Continue reading