Trailer Trash

The door opened and there she was. He could close it right now, and walk into his bedroom, take a shot of Wild Turkey, and forget he ever met her, but his hand grabbed hers and pulled her through the doorway. The kiss he gave her was hard, almost brutal, and she did not pull away from it. Her body simply melted into his, her hands in his hair.



Dinner was forgotten on the table as he took her into in bed and felt every inch of her body with his skilled hands.



In the darkened room, Monica moaned out loud, feeling Ian on top of her, kissing her long neck, groping her breasts that where aching to be set free from her bra and be touched and sucked. Her body was alive with wanting him, her insides intense with desire for him.



For the first time in years neither of them were thinking, they just felt. Her clothes were being ripped from her body, her knees parting as soon as he slipped her jeans down her legs, and then he was there, his mouth devouring her wetness, tongue darting in and out of her opening, fingertips buried in her thighs. Her back arching, her breath coming in shallow gasps, every nerve in her body awakened and screaming as he sucked her clit just to the point of orgasm.





Before she could reach her peak he was over and inside of her, thrusting his cock deep within her, and then she let go, and the spasms took her into a place she had never been before, feeling almost crazy with it, grabbing onto the headboard and crying, tears streaming down her face. He did not let up for a heartbeat, and his thrusts came hard and deep, his hands wrapped around her shoulders, pushing, staring at her face as she came.



When it was done, she could already feel another building, and she wanted to scream out for him to stop, she could not take it, she would lose her mind, lose herself, but she said nothing, only tasted the salty tears she could not stop flowing. He watched, watched her writhing under him, feeling her trying to keep herself in control and losing the battle. He loved it, feeling her letting go, letting herself feel the pleasure he was giving her against his own will.



Again she tensed with an orgasm, and this time he could not hold back. He came inside of her, filling her with his cum and watching her eyes roll back in her head. She sobbed openly and he held her tight for the next few minutes until she stopped, and his now limp cock slid silently out of her wetness.

As they lay together, both coming back to reality, Nick was the first to speak, "I\'m sorry. I feel like I attacked you." His voice softened even more, and in little more than a whisper, he continued, "After what you\'ve been through, I guess that was not very chivalrous of me."



Her voice was weak, and so frail, "You didn\'t attack me, Ian. You made me feel alive. Wanted. It was nothing like when Micheal tried to rape me. Nothing at all. I wanted you just as much. I just didn\'t know that I did until it was happening."



He rolled over and stared at the ceiling, "Monica, I never meant for any of this. I didn\'t mean to feel anything for you." he paused for a long time. Monica lay in his arms, knowing what was coming, but hoping she was wrong. He was to silent for too long. It wasn\'t like that was screaming good news. Did she really think this was some knight in fucking shining armor or something. When he began again, she just closed her eyes and rode the wave she was familiar with. The wave of too fucking bad for you, Monica.



"I\'m leaving. The end of the week, I\'m moving to Iowa for a job with a friend of mine. I meant to tell you tonight, but, well then, this.."



She felt all of her nerve go. He was leaving. He would be gone in a week. Just her luck. The first man she could actually fall for and he was leaving. "do you have to go so soon?"



"Yeah."



"Then I guess we can just take these few days, and live them for what they are, and at the end of the week, we part, knowing we are better for having known each other. " God, would he actually believe that line of crap? didn\'t he see right through her? He pulled her tight to his chest and buried his face in her hair.



At work, later, Monica went around in a daze. She was falling for the guy, and he was splitting. All her life she had avoided this, and then she let herself fall right into it. It was not meant to be. it\'s not like she had even been looking, in fact exactly the opposite, but here it was, in her lap, and she did not know how the hell to deal with it. Maybe just one more thing to file away in her heart and mind and take it out at a much later date to examine and scream, and curse the day she came out of her mother\'s womb.



She was so lost in thought that she poured too much coffee in her favorite customer\'s cup and it spilled out over the table.



"Hey, sweetheart! What is going on with you this morning?" the man asked as she wiped up the table.



She burst out crying then, her knees nearly buckling under her. He rushed to her side and helped her sit in the seat across from him. He handed her napkins and when her boss came out of the kitchen to ask why she was sitting with a customer during her shift, the man stood up and got in his face immediately, "Have a fucking heart you son of a bitch. The kid is human and not a fucking robot. She just needed to sit. You got a problem with it?"



Hector looked at the man and simply shook his head and went back to the kitchen.



"I\'ve been on this good earth long enough to know when a gals got man troubles." he said as he handed her some more napkins from the metal dispenser on the table. "Whoever he is, he\'s a fool if he doesn\'t drive down here right now and sweep you off your feet."



She sniffed and smiled, "He already swept me off my feet."



"Then what are the tears for?"



Monica looked up and cocked her head,"Because when anyone sweeps me off my feet, I just end up landing on my ass." then looked at him, smiling through her tears "I don\'t even know your name."



He hung his head, felt the tears coming to his eyes, and blinked them away. She took this as a sweet gesture from an old, lonely man.



She was wrong. His tears were from the words stuck in his throat that he so longed to scream out to her. I\'m your father!!

Instead, he said, "my name is Joe."

Reaching her hand across the table, he took it and touched his daughter for the first time. A hand shake. A sweet gentle handshake with his only child.

"I\'m pleased to finally be introduced properly to you, Joe. Guess you knew by the cheesy name tag that my name is Monica."

He saw her smile a smile that never reached her eyes. He decided to get the subject back on the idiot who was making his baby girl cry, "So who is this jerk that is making you cry?"



Shaking her head, she simply said, "Just a guy. No one special."



"I don\'t believe that. Not for a second. No one special rarely breaks your heart. Take it from an old man who\'s had his heart broken about a million times, I can see heart break from a mile."



"I let him in. Never meant to, but I did. Now I\'m torn up inside and gonna have one more thing to live through."



So tired she sounded. So tired for so young, and he blamed himself. If he had stayed around, he would have known Ilene was pregnant. He would have known he had a little girl. Instead, he met this pretty brunette, not two days from her seventeenth birthday, and told her all the pretty things young girls like to hear, bought her a cheap bouquet of flowers and took her virginity in the back seat of his old beat up pinto. He played with her for a couple of months, letting her believe that they were in love. Let her think he would always be by her side then left town and moved to the next to find out how much greener the grass was. Never even called her again.



He had made it through just about all of the excuses. He had been young, barely 22, and not ready to have some young girl holding him back from all of the other fine pussy out in the world just waiting for him to come along and stick his dick in it.



Now here he was sitting here across from the only family he had in the world, and she didn\'t even know they were related.



"Well, hunny, let me tell you something. This life will throw you enough shit...pardon the french...to fill up the Atlantic Ocean. It\'s your job to figure out how to swim through it. You can\'t doggy paddle and expect to get anywhere."



"Gotcha, but this one is a little out of my swim range. He\'s moving away."



"Then he is the fool I thought he was."