After about an hour or so of sitting and watching television together, drowning in the awkward silence between us, Jamie looked to me and asked, “Ever had a monkey bite?”
“What’s a monkey bite?” I coyly responded.
“This!” Jamie reached out her hand and cusped it inside my inner thigh. While doing so, she dug her nails deep into my leg. The pain was marvelous. As I was unable to break her grip, I implemented a countermeasure by tossing Jamie completely off the couch. Once she hit the floor, I jumped on top of her and tried to pin her down with a haphazard wrestling move. Jamie was much faster than I and quickly wiggled herself free of my body. She then attacked me with rapid motion. Within seconds, we were both furiously wrestling on the floor, intertwined. The wrestling movements evolved into momentary embraces, which in turn, morphed into slight kisses. The kisses became longer in duration until both of our tongues were in motion and all aggressive movement had stopped. Then, my hands began to roam all over her petite body, searching for access into her tight clothing.
I soon found the small of Jamie’s bare back by pulling her shirt free from her pants. As I tried to lift her shirt from off her torso, Jamie hastily began disrobing my chest, causing our arms to become kinked together. We unraveled our bodies while simultaneously shedding each others’ clothing, intermittently kissing as we proceeded. During the intense moment of passion, Jamie managed to yank my pants down around my thighs and then slide them off further down my legs with her feet. As she did so, I hoisted up her pelvis and stripped the tight jeans from off her body. Jamie unsnapped her bra from behind as I plowed my face into her navel, following the female scent of lust further south. Once her panties were removed, I pressed my pulsating penis against her moist labia and applied pressure. Jamie’s allegedly virginal receptacle was quite small, like rest of her petite body, but was nonetheless receptive of the massively disproportionate shaft being thrust deep inside her.
An indiscernible amount of time passed with Jamie’s body wrapped around me like the double helix of a DNA molecule. We rolled around on the basement floor in various positions until my chubby erupted with an outflow of boy batter inside Jamie’s reproductive tract, causing her to moan loudly.
With my hair in disarray and my chest soaked with sweat, Jamie’s throngs of passion were interrupted by a loud pounding sound coming from outside. I raised my head. “What was that?” I asked, panting from physical exertion.
“I don’t know,” Jamie stated from somewhere beneath my prone body.
“—And he can stay out there!” a man’s booming voice was heard shouting from upstairs.
“He didn’t mean it like that!” Camille’s voice followed.
“Like hell he didn’t!” the booming voice returned. “I’m not going to have some punk sit in my house and tell me he don’t know if he’s going to support my daughter—after he got her pregnant!”
I unwrapped Jamie’s legs from around my waist and withdrew my throbbing willy from her moist regions. I quickly reached for my clothes as the blood began to recirculate into other parts of my body. “Who’s that yelling?” I asked Jamie, motioning upstairs through the ceiling.
“Camille’s dad,” Jamie replied, finding her bra and shirt beside the couch.
“Damn, I didn’t hear them come home.”
Jamie giggled. “Neither did I. I guess we got a little distracted, huh?”
I pulled up my pants and tucked my warrior away. “Yeah, guess so,” I replied. “Now what do we do? We’re stuck down here.” Jamie attempted to quickly straighten her hair over the top of her shirt by running her fingers through the lengthy strands, trying to weed out the knots. “She don’t got a basement door by any chance, does she?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Jamie replied, adjusting her panties.
“Well… maybe I can scoot out a window.”
Jamie buttoned up the jeans around her curvaceous hips. “We can just go up the stairs,” she suggested. “What’s the big deal?”
“There’s a little bit of a contention going on upstairs,” I pointed out. “And I think it has something to do with Kmart Cowboy telling Camille’s parents that she’s pregnant. I don’t believe that her dad would be too appreciative of the fact that his pregnant daughter’s friend is down in their basement, at this particular time, getting frisky with Kmart Cowboy’s buddy. What do you think?”
“Oh, yeah….” Jamie laughed, nearing herself close to me. “It was fun, though. Maybe I can let you take advantage of me again sometime.”
Just then, Kmart Cowboy’s voice was heard yelling out from the road. “ALBERTSON! GET OUT HERE NOW! WE’RE LEAVING!”
“Aww shit,” I said, shaking my head.
“Do you really have to go?” Jamie asked, hugging on me to stay.
“It’s either that or I’m walking back home,” I said, removing her hands from around me. “Don’t worry. I got your number.”
Apprehensively, I walked up the stairs to the main floor of Camille’s house. The pregnant teen’s father was nowhere to be seen. Camille was spotted kneeling on the floor by the fireplace, her sobbing mother holding Camille’s torso in her lap. The sound of Kmart Cowboy’s revving motor echoed throughout the living room. I offered Jamie a wave goodbye and then bolted out of the house. Reaching the old Chevy on the curb, I jumped inside the cab of the truck. Kmart Cowboy immediately accelerated and sped away from the house.
“I take it that things didn’t go so well,” I said to my friend, as he angrily drove down a dirt road toward home. He did not respond to my comment. I watched him drive for a bit and then noticed that his right hand was bleeding. “What did you do to your hand, man?”
“I punched the truck,” Kmart Cowboy responded in a monotone.
“That must have been that loud banging sound I heard.” I paused for a moment while we continued to drive on in silence. “So what now?” I eventually asked.
Kmart Cowboy bit his lower lip and wiped his bloody knuckles across his pant leg. “What do you mean? There’s nothing now. I just dumped that bitch.”
“You two just broke up? But she’s pregnant. You can’t just dump some girl like that when she’s pregnant.”
“I just did,” Kmart Cowboy firmly stated.
During the remainder of the drive home I came to realize the broken integrity of my friend. He was clearly only looking out for his own self-interest and had no concern whatsoever for his girlfriend, her family, or his seed. Kmart Cowboy was only thinking about himself in the most selfish way possible. I thought about the hardships that Camille would likely face as a single mother and the disenfranchised lifestyle that her child would suffer from having an absent father. Then I began to wonder just how the fuck I was going to continue balling Jamie. If this asshole stops dating Camille, I thought to myself, then he’ll have no reason to transport me across the county so I can have sex with Jamie. Forget about the unborn child. What about my nookie?
SOFIA
Most of the fine-trimmed females who I knew as a teenager did not attend my local high school. The real top shelf honies resided in outlying communities and went to rival schools. Thus, my friends and I had to travel abroad to the many