Cemetery Street

If I don't piss her off, I'll get my dick wet, I though walking to Jenny's. I almost missed my chance. I never saw the car's headlights. The screech of brakes and burning rubber startled me. I stared into glaring headlights. "What the fuck is your problem?!" the driver yelled. I flipped him off and ran into the night.

Breathing heavy, I knocked on Jenny's back door. I barely stepped inside when Jenny knocked me to the floor. Five years of pent-up passion unleashed itself. Jenny's tongue forced its way past my lips. Who was I to protest? I got what I wanted with zero effort! Bear always said, "Be careful what you wish for, you might get it." Bear never said anything about getting more than you bargained for.

The cold kitchen floor contrasted Jenny's hot breath; gooseflesh tickled my spine. Jenny's breath worked down my neck, I smiled - wishing Shannie was eating her heart out.

As Jenny slipped me inside her, I thought of Shannie. Then it was over; I released inside of Jenny. I bit my lip to keep from crying: "Shannie." Jenny would have mistaken my head for a basketball and bounced it off the floor.

"That's it?" Jenny cried. "I've sat at stop signs longer! I waited five years for this? You're horrible! You're terrible! You suck!" She pinned my shoulders to the floor.

"Fuck you Jenny," I croaked trying to lift her thick hips off me.

"Is that what you call it, Mr. Teeny weenie. Mr. Two Stroke wonder. Goddamn you!" she punched the floor next to my head. "I knew I should have gone bowling. At least that's an all nighter."

"Up yours!" I barked. Then stupidly: "Get off me Lard ass."

"What did you call me?" Her spittle soaked my face. Her hands grabbed my neck. I grabbed her wrists and bucked my hips. She landed with a thump. Outside a dog howled. I gained my knees and backed across the kitchen floor. Jenny sat against the kitchen cabinets, disheveled hair hiding her stare. "Steve Lucas is a better fuck!"

"Call him, he wouldn't mind sloppy seconds!"

Her lips quivered. "I'm not in love with Steve Lucas." Outside, a drunken voice yelled at the howling dog. There was a thump and a yelp.

"Don't go there."

"Why not? I love you James." Outside the mongrel kept silent - the drama inside the Wade's capturing its floppy ears.

"What's the matter, afraid to love someone who loves you back?" Her words landed like a Muhammad Ali jab. I gained my feet and slipped out the backdoor.