My curiosity was peaked. Marco and Courtney knew each other, but how? I wanted to ask her but not with June around. June had a way of making me tell on myself and I wasn’t ready to let Courtney know what had transpired 120 seconds before she walked through that door.
Part of me felt as though June instinctively knew. She would shoot me looks as if to say “I know what you just did.” Of course she didn’t actually know Marco’s dick unloaded into my mouth moments earlier, but that didn’t stop me from going to the bathroom just to make sure there wasn’t any cum on my mouth or shirt.
Thankfully, June didn’t stay long but not before stopping to say goodbye.
“It’s good to see you again Kelly. You might want to touch up that lipstick a tad.”
As the door shut, I wondered whether that was June being nice or whether there was some other cryptic message behind it.
I wasn’t going to waste any time figuring that out. Instead I changed into some shorts and a shirt and went down to talk to Courtney. She was laying in her bed so I hopped in the other side and climbed under the covers myself.
“So…how was the wedding?”
“It was okay. A lot of drinking, drama, and people asking why I’m not married yet.”
“Ooh, that doesn’t sound like a lot of fun.”
“No. I guess it wasn’t,” Courtney sighed.
“What was Marco doing here?” Courtney asked.
“He came over for drinks with Debbie and Jay two days ago. He came to pick up a hat he had left here,” I lied.
“You and him didn’t…” Courtney’s voice trailed off.
“Oh no. Me and Pat, yes. Me and Marco, no.”
“Pat? The midget?”
“He’s not a midget Court. Stop being so mean.”
“I mean, I don’t know why I’m surprised,” Courtney said rolling her eyes.
Courtney’s judgment of my sex life was on display again but I cautioned myself against taking the bait.
“So you never told me. How do you know Marco?” I asked.
“His sister and I were good friends once upon a time.”
“And now?”
“She’s gone. Not something I care to talk about.”
“I have to get ready for work tonight,” Courtney said as she emerged naked from beneath the covers and walked into the bathroom.
I walked up to my room and sent a text message to Clint. I needed to know the whole story. I was worried that he might be mad from me slapping his face earlier in the day. But to my surprise, his response was short:
“Come over.”
I arrived at Clints apartment. It was dirty and messy, even for a guy. There were clothes and food and bottles everywhere. He was still drunk which was actually ideal for me. He was much more chatty when drunk. Also, there was no way his penis would be able to get hard enough to have sex.
“So,” I started, “you owe me some stories about Courtney’s past.”
“That’s why you wanted to come over,” Clint slurred. “I thought you had a change of heart regarding my caress from earlier.”
“No Clint, I did not have a change of heart.”
“Does this mean we aren’t fucking?”
“Yes. We aren’t fucking.”
“Fine then. No stories.”
I was furious. Clint was being his typical asshole self. I swear, the men in this town had some nerve sexually.
“Fuck you Clint. You owe me some stories.”
“Not without sex Kelly. Fair trade. Or you can keep running your mouth and I’ll return that slap you gave me earlier.”
“Or I’ll just smack you again Clint!”
With that Clint stood up and put his hand around my throat. The pressure being applied by his hand and the look in his blurry eyes told me he was serious.
“Trade or leave,” Clint whispered aggressively. “But not another word out of you until you do one or the other.”
“Okay,” I whispered scared, slowly taking a step backward.
I hesitantly took off my shirt slowly, then my shoes, pants, and underwear. Clint didnt say a word, instead he just stood there staring at my naked body.
“On the couch,” he said pointedly.
I walked over to the couch and sat down, leaning back so that my back reclined deep into the cushions. Clint got naked as well, his dick surprisingly hard despite his drunkeness. He opened the drawer of the end table and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He squirt some onto his dick and massaged the oil all over his penis with his hand. With one hand he pushed my right leg back toward my shoulder and used his other hand to guide his dick to my puckered asshole. Without looking at me he slowly pushed inside my ass, which was fighting against its entry. He pushed it further in, slowly, waiting for my ass to adjust. It was slightly painful, but my ass knew Clint well and in less than two minutes, she had relaxed her grip and accepted him once again. As he sped up the pace, I reached down and found my clitoris. My fingers rubbed in circles in an attempt to even out the pain my ass was currently experiencing. My labia looked especially large from this angle, almost as if they were engorged with jealousy. My ass would have certainly preferred they receive the attention but I know that wasn’t Clint’s preference and suggesting so would only cause more issues.
I was mentally preparing myself for a long session given Clint’s drunkenness but to my surprise he stopped pumping about five minutes in and I could feel his dick pulsing and emptying inside me.
He pulled his duck out of my ass and flopped down onto the sofa. I quickly put on clothes and sat in a chair next to him as the spot I was formerly laying in was wet with my juices and what looked like a little bit of his cum, but I was sure nearly all of that was currently residing uncomfortably in my underwear.
“So,” I started, “about Courtney.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. The stories.”
“So when Courtney first moved here she dated this bartender named Curt. She fell in love with him immediately. Now that’s a bad idea because Curt was an asshole.”
“Like Jimmy?”
“A better looking, meaner version of Jimmy. Heavy into booze and drugs. Poor love struck Courtney was all to eager to be along for the ride.”
“Curt had been cheating on her the whole time they dated but Courtney had no clue.”
“So then why did they break up?”
“One night during one of their benders Curt convinced Courtney to blow his friend while he watched.”
“And the friend was Marco?!”
“No. Marco comes into the story later. Courtney reluctantly agrees to blow his friend. The next morning Curt tells Courtney it’s over, tells her he’s been cheating on her, and that he couldn’t date someone who sucked his friend anyway.”
“And after that she lost it. Started partying hard. She ended up becoming a baseball groupie in Jupiter. Six to seven guys passing her around that year. One of them was Marco.”
“So she fell in love with Marco?”
“No. She fell in love with his sister, Carla.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah. A full on lesbian relationship. They dated for over a year.”
“So what happened?”
“Carla got into drugs. Just disappeared one day. Six months later we learned she overdosed. That sent Courtney into another spiral. More drugs. More sex. Then she crashed and burned. Her mother came and got her. A year later she returned normal. No one really asked how. She just wasn’t a mess anymore.”
My brain was swirling around this information.I wondered whether she was judging me because she was jealous of those times or whether she was scarred by that portion of her life and was trying to warn me. But I felt there was more to the story.
By the time I snapped out of my thoughts, Clint had passed out on the sofa. I doubted he had any more information anyway. I had got the beginning what I wanted and began to plan my next course of action as I walked out of his apartment.
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