Page 42 of Badd Ass
My hand had a mind of its own, apparently, because I watched it drift out to fondle his dick. Still slack, but under my touch it began to stir.
“Tell me about your last date,” I said.
He let out a breath. “Her name was…uh—Ashley. MacNamara? I think that’s it, Ashley MacNamara. My senior year of high school, and she was a freshman at U-A-S.”
“An older woman, huh?” I teased, toying with him still.
He flicked a thumb against my nipple. “Nah, only by, like, six months.”
“So what’d you guys do?”
“Walked the boardwalk, and then I took her to Bar Harbor, and then to a movie.” He rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger, sending little thrills fluttering through me. “Um…The Holiday, I think we saw.”
“You remember the movie?”
He grinned slyly. “Yeah, well…more because we didn’t actually see much of the movie.”
“Too busy making out, huh?”
He chuckled. “You could call it making out, I suppose.”
I quirked an eyebrow at him. “In the movie theater?”
“Way up in the very back.”
I had him at half-mast, by that point, hard enough to really begin stroking him. “You went all the way with her…in the theater?”
“Nah, not all the way. Second base, I guess you’d call it.”
“And that was the last real date you went on?”
He nodded. “I graduated not long after, and shipped out for RTC.”
“RTC?”
“The Navy’s version of boot camp—Recruit Training Command, in Great Lakes, Illinois.”
“And you and Ashley MacNamara? What happened there?”
“After that date, she informed me she’d prefer to meet at her apartment. I’d bring carryout after school and we’d watch a movie in her room, and…you know, Netflix and chill, only this was before Netflix.Real Worldand chill, it ended up being, most of the time.”
“So that was a long term thing?” I asked, my fist moving slowly up and down his shaft.
He circled my areola with a fingertip, his gaze on my breasts rather than me. “Um, sort of.” His voice went tight and clipped, verbal shorthand fordrop it.
But I wasn’t going to.
“Meaning what?”
He sighed and glanced at me. “You really want to hear this?”
“Of course.”
“Now?”
I nodded, and he shifted closer to me, allowing me to reach him more easily, and him me.
“Well…” he said, sighing, and starting over. “That was my first and really only taste of heartbreak, if you really must know. I was into her. I’d dated a few girls up to that point, nothing serious, mainly just being a horny teenager, you know? Sleeping around, being a general douchebag. Ashley was cool, though. She was a college chick, which gave me points with the guys, but it wasn’t about that. I was genuinely into her. Like I said, though, after that date she made it obvious she wasn’t interested in dating me, just sleeping with me. Which was fine—like I was going to argue with not having to set up dates all the time? Should’ve been wiser, but I was a horny kid and she was hot. I mean it should’ve been obvious, looking back. I thought we had something, I thought she just liked being around me in private. But then one day I was out with Brock and Bax and couple other guys from school, just a bunch of dudes horsing around, whatever. And we saw Ashley with a bunch of other kids, guys, girls, a big crowd of people. And Ashley was hanging on this guy, this older guy. Like, she was nineteen and he had to have been twenty-four or five, I guess. Just hanging on him, kissing him, holding hands. Being the arrogant punk I was, I went up to her. And she was like, ‘Oh, hey, Zane. This is myboyfriend.’ She emphasized the word boyfriend and gave me this look that said don’t say a fuckin’ word. That was when I realized I was just a piece of ass for her. A side piece. So I quit going to her place, focused on finishing school, and then left for RTC.”