I don't think this car has got much life left.
The thought saddens me. Its mileage is terrible compared to Jen's hybrid. The engine has never had much power, not great for snow. Its body has been dinged and scratched so many times, I'm sure there's not a square foot that doesn't have some mark or another.
But God, I love it.
Most comfortable car I've ever driven. I'm going to miss it when it finally gives out. They don't make them any more, haven't for years, so there's really no chance I'll find another one worth buying.
Though with how many gigs I've been getting lately, a used P.O.S. is all I'll be able to afford.
That could change though. If I can snag more gigs like this Friday's, I'll be pulling in cash like I was managing to do before the pandemic.
Christ, I should really practice for Friday.
Half the stuff I haven't played in years. You never really know if you remember a piece until you sit down to play it. I'll practice as soon as I get home.
I turn the corner and see my house at the end of the street.
There it is. The silver Volvo. I've been longing for that sight for months. Chloe is at my house once more. I know nothing will happen today, Lena is home and Jen will be soon. But things will be set in motion. I have a plan I've been dying to share with her.
Last time I saw her, I made it clear that we were never to talk about our time together by any means other than in-person. I wouldn't even trust an encrypted messenger. She has kept her end up. I haven't heard a word from her since our last session, right at the end of her winter break.
After she snuck back into the house and surprised me in my own bed, we couldn't find another convenient time to be alone. That was until the day after New Year's. Chloe stopped by the house on her way out of town to say goodbye to Lena. I managed to steal a second to whisper to her that she should just drive down the street and park in the grocery store lot. Once she left, I told Jen I was going snowshoeing with my friend Willis. She was so absorbed in a book, it barely registered with her. I headed out and drove to the grocery store.
I didn't even stop to talk to Chloe. I just slowly drove past where she was parked and made eye contact with her for a moment. I continued moving and she pulled out of her spot to follow me.
I knew exactly where to take her. My buddy Oscar owns a performance venue that was once an old church. He gave me a set of keys ages ago. He had left town for Bali right after Christmas and wouldn't be back for a month. The venue was black all of January, there was no reason anyone else would be there.
We parked in the alley behind the old church.
"What are we..." she began to ask as she stepped out of her car. But I gave her a look to say, "no talking yet."
It was cold inside, but I knew it wouldn't take long to warm up once I got the heater going.
We made our way to the green room. It had three mismatched couches, two comfortable armchairs, and a large upholstered ottoman.
I turned to her and placed a hand on her face.
"We're going to fuck on every piece of furniture in here," I told her.
"Sounds like a good plan to me," she replied.
As I pull into the driveway, next to the Volvo, I remember all we had done in the green room. I hadn't had a marathon like that in ages. We were at it for three hours. At one point, we sixty-nined for twenty straight minutes. I hadn't sixty-nined in years, Jen was never a big fan of it. I came four times. It took the whole final hour for me to squeeze my last one out. I spent the whole hour slamming my cock inside her with a fury. I recall the soreness of my lungs, tired from breathing so hard for so long. My abs cried out in agony from working so intensely without a break. But none of it compared to the pain I felt deep in my cock. But it was an exquisite pain and when I finally felt my nuts constrict and push out one final load inside her, it proved to have been worth it. I had filled her pussy with every last drop of semen I had in my body. She was spent. While I had come four times, she had come more times than I could keep track of. I knew she was going to be feeling the effects of being so mercilessly fucked for her entire long drive and as even as she woke in her dormroom the next morning.
As I step out of the car, I realize there's another car parked on the street, an old sky blue Toyota.
That thing must be twenty years old.
I step inside the house and smile as I see Lena bounding down the stairs to greet me. She'd always had long hair, but recently let her dormmate cut it short, in a style I always referred to in my head as "the Jonathan Taylor Thomas."
"Hey kid, what's up?" I ask.
"Nothing," she answers. It is her standard reply.
"We got guests for dinner, it seems."
"No, we're going."
"Who's the
we
?"
"Me, Chloe, and Jazlyn."
"And where are you going?"
"Why does it matter?"
"It doesn't, I just like to know about your life."
"We're seeing some movie Jazlyn keeps talking about."
I hear another voice say, "Oh, Hi!"
I look up. There she is at the top of the stairs. Chloe. She's back to her torn jeans, tank top and hoodie. But this tank top barely covers her, the bottom hanging just below her breasts. In my mind, I've run up the stairs to lick her exposed belly.
"Chloe! You think you can just come into my house whenever you want?" I ask in the playful "grumpy old man" voice I often took with Lena's friends.
"Uh, duh." She replies with a smile.
I should end this.
The shorter the interaction, the less of a chance it gets awkward.
"Well," I say, turning to Lena, "I gotta practice for this gig, so I'll say goodbye to you now, so you don't have to interrupt me."
"Alright, goodbye!" says Lena.
"Goodbye!" says Chloe.
