Prodigal Son(57)

I stood up from the table, full of fresh resolve to do something about my life. I was gonna work my ass off, take every extra shift I could get, do well in my classes, and I was gonna make something better of myself. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

“You deserve better, Krystal,” I said to my reflection. “You will get out and make something of yourself.” I studied myself and realized that I had reached a turning point, and it hadn’t even taken some awful, life-shattering event. I was going to be smart, deliberate, and I was going to find my own way out of my fucked up life.

Feeling like a new person, I put on shorts and a tank top and went for a walk through the neighborhood as I planned and dreamed about making my escape.





Chapter 27


Luke


Monday, July 1, 2013

My head pounded before I even opened my eyes, and when I tried to lift my leg to swing it over the side of the bed, I realized that most of my body ached as well. Wishing I’d taken some aspirin rather than doing the last few shots of tequila the night before, I laid still, hoping that I wasn’t going to add nausea to my problems.

Eyes still closed to keep out the sunlight that I was sure streamed in around the edges of the motel curtains, I took a deep breath and steeled myself to open my eyes.

“What the fuck?” I whispered when I saw the tangle of bleached blond hair on the pillow next to mine. I had no recollection of having brought anyone back to my room the night before. Wow. I must’ve had more to drink than I realized.

The woman in bed with me stretched and rolled over to face me, and I realized that she was pretty young. Jesus, I hoped she was at least eighteen. Underneath the makeup, she was pretty, and she looked like her head was much clearer than mine.

“Well, good morning, big fella,” she said with a smile, reaching out to grab my cock.

I jumped and put my hand over hers to stop her.

“I think I had a little too much to drink last night,” I said, reaching down into my bag that was on the floor next to the bed. I fished through it until I found my aspirin bottle, and I winced as I got up to go get a glass of water. I contemplated washing the pills down with the beer that was left in the bottle from the night before, but I realized that getting on my bike after drinking wasn’t the smartest idea. I also realized that I had a morning erection, which hadn’t been helped by the young lady who’d had her hand on it just seconds before.

I walked back toward the bedroom after I’d taken the aspirin, and I decided that I should lie down for a few minutes to let the pills get to work on my headache.

“You know what’s great for a headache?” the girl asked.

“Please tell me,” I answered. “I could use it.”

She threw off the covers, and I realized that she was naked except for the tiny, red satin thong she wore. Both of her nipples were pierced, and the silver barbells looked surprisingly sexy on her small, but fantastic tits. I immediately got harder as I watched her crawl toward the side of the bed where I stood.

“A blow job,” she said. “Great headache cure.”

My first instinct was that I shouldn’t do it. I’d been brought up to respect women and believe that they weren’t just there to be used for sex, but I was pretty sure, having seen three used condoms in the bathroom trash, that I’d already fucked this girl. It wasn’t like I was forcing myself on her, and Jesus Christ, she was pretty fucking hot, and she had her mouth open, and … Jesus.

“Holy shit, that feels good,” I said as she guided the head of my cock into her mouth. Her ass was in the air, and the sight of that tiny scrap of red underwear made me want to rip it off and fuck her again. Who was I to say no to a pretty girl who was down to fuck?

I’d never been a fan of one-night stands, but I had to admit, waking up in bed with a girl who wanted to satisfy me was mighty fucking nice.

“Hey,” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder and stopping her.

She lifted her eyes up to meet mine, and she slowly slid my cock out of her mouth. “Yes?” she asked, continuing to slowly work her hand up and down on my shaft.

“What’s your name?”

She laughed, low and sexy. “Thought you might need a reminder. It’s Rose.”

A memory emerged from the tequila haze of the night before. I looked at her upper arm. “I remember,” I said, stroking the rose tattoo there. “Rose.”

“And Luke,” she said, licking her lips and preparing to suck me off.

“Honey, your mouth feels great, but I want to fuck,” I said, seeing what she’d let me get away with.

She straightened up with a smile, perky, pink, pierced nipples bouncing within my reach. I reached out and pulled gently on the two barbells, and she shivered, putting her hand between her legs and spreading her knees apart on the bed.