The Infamous Ellen James(42)

You know what else I want inside of me?

Oh my god, I'm hopeless!

It's like I can't go thirty seconds in Trent's presence without automatically thinking about the D. Yes, his dick. I'm practically orgasming at the thought of Trent sliding his manhood inside of my vagina. Ha! You know I'm tipsy when I'm thinking words like manhood. Either that or I've been reading too many Harlequin Romance novels…

“So, Ellie girl, whatcha been drinking, sweetheart?” Trent winks at me as he sets his Blackberry back into the cell dock on his dashboard.

“Uhhhhhh. Tequila?” I say with a kittenish expression.

“Don't play coy with me, drunky. I could smell the booze on you two when you hopped in my truck. I see how it is. You agreed to ride with me to the charity event so that I could be your D.D.” He's grinning at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and my drunken brain is completely lost.

Speechless.

I've got nothing, nada, zip.

You get the idea.

“Oh dear god, please stop making fuck-me eyes at Dr. Thrust Me.” Amy whines as she fakes a gagging noise from the back of her throat.

Trent is practically crying from laughing so hard. “What did you just call me? Dr. Thrust Me?” He holds up one finger, attempts to hold back his laughter, and asks, “Who came up with this nickname?” He raises an eyebrow at us.

Amy and I both point to each other and Trent starts laughing again. He is shaking his head at us as he pulls out of our apartment complex and onto the main road.

“I was hoping my Ellie girl was the one who'd come up with that awesome nickname, because I would have had to thank her personally.” He glances my way and gives a sly smile.

Amy starts cracking up and says, “Oh fuck me, that's hilarious! I'm the one who came up with that nickname, by the way. Are you going to thank me personally, Dr. Thrust Me?

Bitch!

Cunty McCunterson!

Loose-Lipped Labia, Sloppy Pussy Pudding, Cum Twat!

“Loose-Lipped Labia, Sloppy Pussy Pudding, Cum Twat?” Amy asks in amusement.

“Shit, did I just say that out loud?” I look back and forth between them and notice Trent is nearly shaking with hilarity.

“Uh huh, you sure did, dickhead.” Amy pinches my thigh with her fingers and I yelp from the combination of shock and stinging pain.

“Ow! Fucko! That hurt!” I yell back at her.

“You deserved it!” She sticks her tongue out at me.

“Girls! Settle down before I have to pull this truck over and spank both of your asses.” He grins wickedly at us.

“Yes, please!” Amy and I say simultaneously, and this causes us to both to start giggling uncontrollably. She snorts, and I nearly piss my pants from hysterics. After we manage to calm ourselves down, I tell Amy I'm sorry for calling her a cum twat, even though it was quite obvious she deserved it. You heard her flirting with my man! She knows the rules, and I'm well aware she gets a kick out of getting me riled up.

“Holy shit, Elle, isn't that Frank?” Amy is looking towards the sidewalk only a few blocks from our apartment.

I squint my eyes, attempting to make out the disheveled man despite the bright sun filtering in through the windows. “Oh my god, yeah, that's definitely Frank.”

“Who's Frank?” Trent asks as he puts his turn signal on to switch lanes.

“He's a psych patient that frequents the ED all the time,” I tell him.

“He's creepy. Super creepy,” Amy explains with wide eyes.

“I don't like the idea of him walking around so close to your apartment. I get the positive side of being within walking distance of Regency, but I'd say this right here would definitely be a negative.” Trent squeezes my thigh and gives me a concerned look.

“Let's not get all serious, now. I've got a buzz to keep.” I place my hand on Trent's and give him a reassuring smile.

Trent's husky laugh fills the truck. “God forbid you lose your buzz, sweetheart.”

“Labia face is right. No more creepy patient talk.” I give Amy a pointed look and she just responds with blowing me a kiss.

She is such a sarcastic cunt.

The drive to Centennial Golf Club is an hour from Charlotte, and Trent pulls over at a nearby gas station to fill up before we make the long trek. Amy nearly sprints inside to use the restroom, and I lean up against the bed of the truck to watch Trent pump gas. He swipes his credit card and sets the gas nozzle up to pump automatically before standing in front of me with a huge grin on his face.

Grabbing my hips, he spins us around so his back is leaning up against the truck, and I'm standing between his legs. He pulls me in for a tight hug and kisses my forehead softly. I feel him brush my hair behind my ear.

He whispers, “I missed you.” He presses his nose into my hair and inhales deeply. “I missed my little spitfire and her delicious strawberry shampoo.”