Joe's Story

Damn
She looked hot.
Tight dark wash capri jeans, that outlined her curvy bubble butt. Black and silver rivet belt and tight black tank top. I couldn’t get over that alabaster skin and pitch brown hair. She had highlighted the tips dark purple. How Appropriate.
Her skin was such a contrast in the Texas sun, almost Vampire-esque. I wanted to run my tongue over her collarbones, fondle her round tender breasts; I wanted to make her scream for mercy from my bed.
What the fuck was I thinking? She is half my age.
I hadn’t seen her in about a year. She quit the job to go back to school. Now, she’s getting married and well, I am still a dirty fuck. I had never looked at her like this before. She had always been a cute one of the guys kinda girl; that was into D&D with a short pixie hair cut. A bit frumpy.
She had lost all frump.
All be it, she could use a good gym membership to fix up the damage that loosing that much weight can do, but damn!
She was walking toward me we hugged.
She smelled of sweet sensual designer perfume. How can I resist this temptation?
“Hey! How have you been?” She said in that perky teenaged voice. She never sounded older than sixteen. But I knew for a fact that she was 23. One of the perks of being her x-boss. I knew that I could look and touch if she wanted...
“Good. You?” I replied
“Getting Married and wanting to slit my writs; but other wise great. How’s the job? Heard you were leaving soon.”
“Yeah Just a few more weeks and I am out.” I said trying to hide the fact that she was looking straight through me the way she always could. I swear that girl could read minds better than anyone else.
We started for the bar. Deep Edward’s bar. (That was our old hang out after a job well done. I don’t think she had even been back to the bar since she left. I would know. I lived at this bar.) It was four in the afternoon but she insisted she buy me a drink for quitting my job. Now here we were and all I could think about was finding away to get her to the bathroom, getting her back to my place, or what the fuck... just get her to the car and out of those jeans.
“So, Having girl trouble?” she asked as we were walking to the door.
“No, Just pissing them off, you know I love that.” I said keeping my tone light. How could she figure that out? Who had she been talking to? Did I look like I had not been laid in a while? I forgot how easily she could un-nerve me.
I opened the door for her. Bad idea. Her bouquet almost sucker punched me and gave me the best hard on I had ever dreamed of at the same time. What had changed? I am a shallow son-of-a-birch and I know it, but God her ass looks so perfect, and her breasts...
I led her to the bar. Trent the bar tender asked our order.
“Jameson’s on the rocks please.” She replied
Trent eyed her and asked for her ID. She didn’t look older than 18 much less old enough to get married. I had not met the lucky fucker, but from what I’d heard he was good looking, well built guy. I wondered what he had seen in her at first. She was frumpy and needed to loose about 50 pounds. Now, she was damn near perfect.
“Sure!!” She exclaimed sounding excited to be carded.
Trent seemed to be more at ease after she so eagerly gave him her ID. He glanced at me and asked what he could bring me.
“Just a Coke.” I replied.
“What, Just a Coke?” she said exasperated.
“Yeah, I am not drinking anymore.”
“Since when?” She asked with the most knowing expression in her eyes.
“A while I guess. I am taking some medication now...” Did she know? How could she? I haven’t told a soul why I had quit drinking; in fact I didn’t think anyone had noticed.
“Oh, Okay.” She sounded a bit disappointed “It won’t bother you if I drink will It?” she continued
“NO! not at all” I told her. ‘please drink, drink enough to get me in your pants.” I thought to myself. God what was wrong with me!
Trent had returned with the drinks. She downed the sucker. I had never seen her do that. I didn’t even know she drank. She was lightly pressing her lips to taste the last of the whisky. God I love a girl that can drink. Her boy is going to be one lucky fuck. I just wish I could have her for one night... one afternoon, just to get her out of my system.
“So, what’s up” she said.
“Nothing much really… just the same old shit.” I replied opting out of the first response that came to mind…my dick.
“Well, you’re quitting… that’s something… what made you finally pull the trigger?” She raised her eyebrows, glaring deeply to my eyes for a spit second. She was measuring me up. She was trying to see if there was something more to the issue. I had her SOP. She knew how to read people and she did that real well.
She could casually glance at your eyes and tell if you were telling the truth, bending it, or just fucking breaking it. That’s why James threw a fucking fit when she went up missing a year ago. James was our boss. I kept it a secret that one of his right hand girls had gone “missing” then turned up “dead”. In fact I was the one who helped her do it.
She was loosing her touch, literally... I got her out. I had to put her in safe keeping in the loony bin for a few weeks so she could find reality again.
I let the silence drag on just staring down at the coke that I was twitching with in my hands. The glass was cool, and clammy as it was begging to sweat. I don’t know how long she let me sit there stewing in my response before I spoke again.
“I am tired.”
“Yeah, I can see that” she replied.
“Wanna fuck?” she said with a twinkle in her eye and laugh on her lips. That was her shtick all right… if the mood was getting to down she would throw in a joke. I only wished she wasn’t joking.
“Yeah, I do… My place or yours?” I teased back making sure to look her in the face.
“I’d love to but I forgot that I am getting married in a month… rain check?” she teased wearily.
I could tell she was starting to pick up on the fact that our usual jokes had some real innuendo to them. Then she shifted her weight forward resting her elbows on the bar balancing her chin on her knuckles while twisting to face me. She was giving me her al too famous girl next-door grin. Trent walked by scooping up her glass.
“Would you like another he asked?”
She turned to give him all of her attention still sitting the same way flashed him a wink and said “of course my dear Trent…I have a lot of catching up to do…”
Trent glanced between me and her and back at me. His gaze was politely questioning me if she was for real? I gave him a quick grin and he scurried off.
“smart ass…” I told her as I reached down to drink some of my coke.
She repositioned herself to be casually perched on her stool again.
“Really? Me?” she replied sarcastically. “I thought the only ass in here was you and… yeah… last time I checked you were fairly smart.” She glowed at her retort. She thought she had a minor victory. It may as well have been because Trent returned with her drink. This one she just fiddled with, swirling the amber liquid in the thick glass listening to the sound of the ice crashing against the sides. She looked far off but it had to be a happy thought because there was a grin on her face.
“What are you thinking about?…” I asked
Her head snapped up and she slammed back the drink. Then she turned to look at me.
“The old days…” was all she said.
“Yeah… we had a blast… do you miss it?”
“Yeah I guess…but not enough to go back.”
“Good because this time I won’t be around to bail your ass out.” I replied jokingly.
She smiled sweetly and just nodded. Her ruby red lips looked so lush and full. I wanted to lick the remaining Jameson’s off of them. I had to regain myself so I pulled out a pack if cigarettes out and a book of matches. She tilted her head to the side and asked a rather good question.
“You gave up drinking to smoke? ... looks like you have been watching the wrong after school special?”
I chuckled…she had not lost her spunk even after all that had happened. For a while I thought that she might loose her self. That she would never regain a grasp on the real world. But, no. She was still the same old stubborn ass mule with spunk. Praise the lord, because part of me was thinking I couldn’t live in the real world again after living in ours. If she could make it, then I sure as hell could.
“nah… just had to replace a bad habit with another…” I replied placing a cigarette in my mouth, striking the match, lighting the end and breathing in pure ecstasy. Well… almost pure ecstasy. I knew I looked like the bad ass I had become, being able to lite a cigarette and smiling with an all to sexy twinkle in my eye. I had picked up that trick from her. She was the best at giving advise on how to get in a girls pants. Too bad I didn’t get advise on how to get into hers.
She had the biggest grin on her face. “You remember! And you perfected it! Damn boy if you weren’t gay I’d fuck you here and now.” She laughed.
“What!” that was a buzz kill.
“I am not Gay!” I said rather indignantly. I didn’t have a problem with gays or lesbians it just wasn’t for me. I had the sudden flashback to the first and last time I had sex with another man. Not what I thought it would be. Then again James was not what I would call a gentle man or patient man either.
“Yeah, you know your are Joe…” She had a smirk and twinkle that I couldn’t resist. God I wanted to fuck her.
“No… I am not… you of all people should know that.”
“Nah… I think your still in the closet. Love the new pants though they look great on your ass.”
Now she was joking and taking it too far. If she didn’t watch it I would be proving to her that I was not gay. Then she leaned in close like she was going to nibble on my ear and asked me in an almost inaudible voice “can I have one? Please…”
Her voice sounded like that of a small child wanting to open birthday presents.
“One what?” I answered toughly confused.
“One of these” she replied and stealthily took the cigarette from my hand and placed it in between her voluptuous lips and sucked. Just watching her take a drag of my cigarette made my dick strain against my pant leg. Fuck.
“When did you become so brazen?” I asked shocked.
“When I lost 50 pounds and found out that men would let me do anything I wanted if I just made them think they had a chance…Looks like you think you have a chance…”
“NO. I just thought you didn’t smoke.”
“Yeah, I don’t but once in a while I get the craving. Mostly when I am drinking…”
“So why are you drinking? You rarely dink and today you a slamming them down. I mean it’s fine with me but drunk women don’t stay loyal to their men very long with me around”
“Having a rough week… wedding… enough said...and for your information I am not drunk and nor do I intend to get drunk, just letting off some steam…”
“Why would you want to get married? Don’t get me wrong Sam is a great guy but Married? Makes me wanna fucking die. There is nothing wrong with living with someone till their shit gets old and breaking it off.”
“Yeah, well not all men in this word are as romantic as you Joe… Sam loves me, I love him and he takes care of me. You and I both know that without a keeper I am a mess.”
“Yeah, well I think you just need to get fucked senseless every once in a while and you would be fine…”
“Joe! What the hell!”
“What… I have a point. A satisfied woman keeps her happy, relaxed and gives me what I want… I love women they love me. I am the best fuck in Texas.” I grinned an evil grin. I loved to say shit like this to her, I would get such a rise out of her.
“Yeah, Just keep living in your delusion Joe we both know you have a tiny dick and don’t know how to use it.”
“Ouch… that was harsh… and not true. I can even prove it to you…”
“Joe, you only wish you could prove it because you can’t get any.”
“I get all I want and more you are just jealous that you can’t have some of me.”
“Oh, yes Joe that’s it I want you to fuck me senseless all the time so I don’t marry Sam…” She said sarcastically
“Hey the offers on the table or should I say bar?” I said half laughing
“Joe you are a sick fuck sometimes you know. There is nothing wrong with getting married people do it all the time.”
“Yeah, I know… but the thought of only sleeping with one woman the rest of my life makes me sick. Variety is the spice of life…”
She slowly moved into me wrapping her arm around my shoulder. I could smell her perfume it was intoxicating, making my dick jump to a salute. ‘down boy down’ I thought to myself. Then spoke seductively into my ear “You know what Joe, you only wish I was your kind of variety.” Then she playfully nipped my ear lobe and pulled away giggling like mad. It was not until she moved her hand from my thigh that I knew her hand was even there. (I was thanking my lucky stars that my cock was positioned down the other pant leg or she would have gotten a surprise.) She left behind a screw on my thigh. A half-inch Philip’s head screw. I can’t believe she just did that. My cock was trying to jump out of my pants. I had to casually shift myself so that I could keep my dick from being pinched in between my thigh and layers of boxers and jeans. I was starting to rethink the decision of wearing these boxers today I should have gone with something that would not feel so nice and smooth against my dick. God there was so much fabric between us! I picked the screw up and leaned toward her my elbow resting on the bar, “So, is this an offer?” I looked from the screw to her and with that she burst into the biggest laugh I had ever heard. Almost as much as the time I shape shifted into her best friend and tried to get her to go to an all girls strip club. She figured out it was me by the scar on my chest; the tank top was not a smart choice. That was the only draw back to shape shifting; if your skin was flawed your image of the person was flawed.
While she was trying to compose herself I realized why I loved to fuck “Manipulators”. They were some of the most creative lovers. They could pull anything out of what was seemingly thin air. The episode at hand is a prime example; she knew that there was a screw in the chair and that she could just alter the worlds perception (and atoms for that matter) make the screw reappear else where. The most important rule to remember with “manipulators” is that items had to be in the space to begin with and secondly she had to be aware of what was in her space in order to manipulate it. It wasn’t that it was never there to begin with it. The gift of “world manipulation” is fascinating on a scientific level that one person can rearrange the perceptions of what is in the world around them.
“I’ve really missed you around Indie...”
Her laughs had subsided to small giggles.
“Yeah, I’ve missed you too Joe…” She was looking directly in to my eyes. I was watching the twinkle in hers start to subside.
“It’s been too long.” she replied looking down at the ice in her glass. It had started to melt.
“yeah, what’s it been 2 years?”
“Something like that, I’ve never been good with time you know that…” Her eyes had not strayed from her glass. It seemed as if she just looked at it long enough that she would see the future in that melting ice. A smile still resided on her lips as she seemed to be recalling our friendship over the years. Maybe I could get her to my house? Maybe if I played this right I could still get laid tonight.
I broke her silent thoughts.
“Where is old Sam tonight?”
“I think he is out with an old friend tonight.”
“Ah, I see it has already begun… the other woman strikes… see I told you variety is nice. You leave him with vanilla too long he will search for French vanilla, vanilla bean and then one day he only wants Apple Pie ala mode.”
“Shut up Joe you are full of shit.”
“yeah uh, huh, you know I am right .”
“You are right in that you are full of shit…” she replied.
“Wanna go to my place order pizza and play games. I have Xbox 360, Playstation 3 and Wii. Oh, and don’t forget I just got a 62 inch plasma TV.”
“What the fuck Joe, you really can’t get laid anymore can you?”
“No I get laid just fine… in front of it… and it’s a great way to get girls to come over and watch movies.” I opted out of saying it’s great for porn, hooking up the digital camera and making your own porn, and just down right AWESOME.
“Joe why the hell do you need such a huge TV?”
“Bigger is always better, you of all people would know that…”
“Joe, you should keep one thing in mind… it’s not the size that matters is how you use it. There is nothing wrong with rabbit ears on a 25 inch, You get to be more… creative.” Her eyes started to twinkle like Christmas lights at this thought. I could not imagine what she was thinking but damn did I want to.
“So, you wanna it will be like old times, we can even play poker…well almost like old times we can’t call up the crew because your dead.”
“Yeah, but I must say being dead has had it’s perks.”
“Shall we?” I asked…
She then jumped up from her chair banged her hand on the bar looked directly at Trent and said in a jokingly decisive manner “You, good sir! What shall be the damage this fine evening on my bank account?”
“10.50” Trent replied a bit cautiously. Then he nodded at me and asked “Is she good to drive?”
“No worries Trent, she’s not even buzzed yet, she just gets off on making people think…”
“If you say so… “ he replied, clearly not in the mood for jokes today.
I reached to pull out my wallet when she said” Joe what the hell do you think you are doing?”
“Paying” I replied.
“Like hell you are, this is my treat… your quitting remember and I owe you from the last time anyway.”
“Are you sure Indie ,you have a real job now and well…”
“Joe shut up… I got it k? Besides I am the one who drank…”
“Fine, but you can’t say I didn’t try and be a gentleman and pay.”
“Deal…”
She placed a twenty on the bar and said “To the Bat Cave!”
As we left the bar and wandered out in to the parking lot I noticed this sweet ass car. I don’t know why I had not noticed it before. I mean this is a nice classic machine a piece of art history on wheels. The car was parked in the last space 6 feet from a pick up on the right and the side walk on the left. It was a 1958 Chevy Corvette. I had died. Who the hell own that? I didn’t think Trent would give a damn about cars and Trent’s manager George was… well, gay and not into cars.
The bar back would have just been getting there. If I could guess… the pickup was Sam’s and Indie was driving it for some reason, the CX 8 was Trent’s or George’s, the new steal grey Mustang was mine, the Toyota SUV again a toss up between Trent or George which only left the un named unseen bar back. Maybe they had hired a new bar back and they drove this orgasmic creation? But if so, why use it as a daily ride? It was not a smart idea to leave it for long periods of time in a bar parking lot.
In my peripheral vision I saw Indie pull out a set of keys with a custom alarm FOB attached. She pressed a button and a chirp erupted from the classic car.
“Indigo… You have some serious explaining to do…” I said wide eyed and drooling at the car. A grin the size of the Cheshire cat erupted from the tiny minx.
“So, I take it you like?”
“What the Fuck Indie… like? More like want to buy it dinner, make love to it, give it breakfast in bed and marry it before the day is done…”
“I glad you are pleased. Sam found the body in a junk yard in north Carolina a few summers back and had it hauled down here. He rebuilt the whole thing from scratch. Although the custom paint job was my doing. I wanted some nontraditional flavor for it’s new life.”
She was right the paint job did look like her. The car was a slick wet jet black, but in the smallish arrow shaped groves in the side panels was a deep dark almost black iridescent indigo. The leather was black with indigo stitching. I loved this car. Indie was leaning on the drivers side facing me, her hands and arms were perched in such a way that she looked to be in a perpetual shrug. She had donned her denim jacket and black hollywood Audrey Hepburn style sunglasses that had tiny purple rhinestones on the corners. She looked like a throw back pin up.
“What did you do to him Indie to get him to build you this car?”
“Promise to marry him… and give him lots of sex.”
I was speechless. Hell I’d marry Sam too.
“Wanna go for a drive before we head to your place?” she asked with a strange glint in her eye, as she move her hips slightly to the left crossing her ankles.
“Is the Pope Catholic?”
“Then I suggest you get your ass in.” She said while open the driver side door and plopping her self in.
I immediately hurried to the passenger side of the car and got in. The supple leather was like soft silky freshly shaven legs of a super model, yet warm and inviting. I wanted to fondle the leather, caress it.
“Indie? Tell me a bout the car… Please… I want to know it intimately.” I said like asmall child on Christmas morning.
“Uh… well from what I understand, any classic car enthusiast would want to have me strung up by my toes and fed to a pack of werewolves.”
“What do you mean?”
“Take the guts out of an 01 Z06 Corvette and slap them inside a 1958 body and that’s basicly what you are sitting in.” She plunged the key in to the giniton and started the car. It purred. It was getting ready to get going.
“yeah…yeah and the not so classic paint Job that would do it.” I replied watching her fondle and jerk the stick shift. Her small fingers dripping around the bright indigo ball throwing the car into reverse.
“Hey it’s my fucking car and I want it to be fast, fun, and fucking hot…” she replied with a giggle.
“Well, leave it to you to try and take a Chevy big black and drop it into a Porsche… it’s kindda sacrilegious… but I’ll give you hot… it is hot for a chick car.”
Her legs distributed the weight needed to shift the car from reverse to 1st and I was wishing that I could be sitting on her lap while her hips move like that.
“What!! How the hell is this a chick car…” she said indignantly.
“Come on Indie out of all the Classic Corvette cars this is the chick one. The man version is the 1969 Corvette with the 427 v-8, that one screams sex on a stick!” I was trying to rile her up… get her going the way she was getting me going.
“Yeah well at least mine has class…” she replied.
“What… How can you say that the 69 doesn’t have class…”
“You said it yourself Joe ‘sex on a stick’… besides if you don’t like this car you can go drive your Mustang.” She said eyeing me. She was measuring me up, making me putty in her hands.
“No, this is fine I was just making a comment.” ‘Damn right I was making a comment I wanted to make more to the fact that I wanted to fuck her in every position possible in and on this car.
“Comment made, it was received and filed in the circular bin… shit head…”
“Bitch.” I replied.
“Oh, I am the bitch…”
“Yes, you know I love cars and you bring me this car for me to drool over and dream of fucking a hot ass chick in… that’s not fair that being a bit of a bitch.”
“Oh so I am not a hot ass chick??”
“Ohm, well only if you want me to think about you naked and getting fucked by me…” I replied secretly hoping that I could just kiss her senseless so that I could fuck her.
“Ah, right touché… I left myself open on that one… Damn.”
“You know you can get a few things out of your system with me if you want to before you get married. I won’t mind.”
“Joe, you are just an odd little man you know that?”
“Yeah, but you know you like it.”
“Joe, if you want me to show you what this car can do then I’d suggest you leave your suggestions in your head.”
“Yes, Mam!” I said saluting her.
We were close to the deserted bit of highway that lead to the back entrance of my complex. Once we were turning on to it she kicked it in to gear. Shifting, accelerating, shifting, accelerating, Shifting, accelerating... Moving her hips to the rhythm of her shifting. I couldn’t take what she was doing to me. I licked my burning lips watching her coax the car faster. I could feel my dick becoming engorged and so very sensitive. She was driving this car like it was a dance of seduction. Her tiny fingers teasing the shift ball Taping, caressing it from the top… then cupping the ball from the bottom, twisting her tiny slender fingers around it’s fullness. My micro fiber boxes were becoming even more of a hindrance. The fabric was soft and was coaxing me further. Just looking at her was intoxicating. I watched her eyes, they seemed like they where in a trance. She was in her zone.
God, I missed that look she would get.
She would always drive the get away car and it was unspoken rule that she was the one you wanted to get to drive. Indie was one of the best drivers I had met in years. She could anticipate the flow of traffic, like she was reading the other driver’s mind. It helped that Indie also had some of the fastest reflexes in the world as well, which is why she rarely had an accident.
Her reflexes were what was deterring me from making a move on her. If she took my advance poorly my balls were going to pay (and lets face it I am getting much to old to have my balls handed to me) my reflexes to guard my privates were not near as fast as her knee. Come to think about it though… the closeness to her would almost be worth the pain... It wasn't like I wanted to have kids anytime soon anyway.
She shifted again, it looked like she was getting off on the vibration and speed of the car. It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen; her legs slightly spread, her hips adjusting to the combination of foot movements and the jerking of the stick. She closed her eyes for a moment lost in the in car, becoming one with the car and then as if I couldn’t take much more of what was going on she down shifted and spun the car.
My stomach sank. What the hell was she doing, driving on the wrong side of the road. In to the direction we had come from.
Thank God for this momentary release from my adoration for her and her hips because now I was slightly more able to think of cool non-arousing thoughts. I hate the tickling on the underside of my dick as it starts to decrease, if you focus too much on it you are back a square on on trying to contain it. This constant state of arousal was starting to not only be frustrating but painful as well. It felt as though I had my dick in ice water so long that it was becoming overly sensitive starting to hurt, but it’s not cold. It’s just that aching burning collective ouch feeling.
“Indie! What the fuck are you doing?”
“I passed the drive to your place… I am going back…”
“Ok…… but this is not the legal way to go about doing so”
“Yeah, but this way is more fun… Why is little Joey scared? Is it the speed and the fact that I am going in the reverse of traffic bothering you or was it the fucking tight turn? I’d have to say that is one thing I love about this car the suspension and turning radius is sublime!”
“NO, I am not scared just wondering what your doing…” truth be told I was nervous. We had just made a hair pen turn to go back to accelerating. I didn’t look at the speedometer. I didn’t want to know what my body would look like splattered on the road. Indie was now calm and collected not longer seeming to be getting off on the ride. This girl is going to be the death of me.