I stayed with my grandmother and helped her around the house before skipping town. I decided to listen to my mother for once and join her and Joe in Florida for the winter. My grandmother was getting old, and I wanted to make sure the house would be ready when the long, cold winter began. After a week, I was ready to leave. I needed a change of scenery.

My mom greeted me at the door with hugs and kisses. She had dinner waiting for me on the table after the two-day drive south. “It’s so good to see you, baby.”

“Mom, stop calling me that.” I shoved a forkful of meat loaf in my mouth and swallowed.

“Well, you’ll always be my baby, but okay, fine. How are you?”

“Shitty, but I’m glad to be here. I’ve missed you.”

“Me, too. I got the names of some companies for you to call down here for work.”

“Thanks. I’ll start making those calls tomorrow. I need to work. I can’t sit around this house all day.”

“I know. They’re dying for good workers down here. So many lazy bastards out there.”

“Hopefully. So, tell me how things are with you and Joe? Does he treat you right, Mom?”

“You know Joe, Kayden. He treats me like a princess. He got a part-time job, and so did I. We don’t see each other as much as we used to, but it’s been good for us, trust me.”

“Where are you working?”

“I started helping out at a club in town, serving drinks and helping in the kitchen.”

“A club?” I stopped eating and looked at her.

“Not a club like you’re used to. It’s just a social club with people my age. People get lonely down here sometimes, Kayden. You should come one day this week and meet everyone.”

“Yeah, maybe, Mom. I’ll see what happens tomorrow. I’m exhausted after that long drive.” The drive wasn’t the only reason I felt exhausted. I felt mentally worn out from the change my life had taken in such a short time.

“You look tired. Finish up and go to bed. I have more than enough to do to keep myself busy, and we have plenty of time to catch up now that you’re here.” She kissed me on the head and walked to the sink.

I shoveled the last forkfuls of food into my mouth and carried the plate to her. “Thanks, Mom. I’m happy to be here with you.”

“I know you are. Now, scoot.” She shooed me away as she grabbed my plate and started to wash it. I grabbed my bag from near the door, filled with everything I needed for that night. I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed, hoping the future looked brighter than my past.

The process of being hired took more time than I would have liked. Background checks and drug tests took time to process. You’d think I’d applied for a job other than cable installer, but I guess everyone wanted to be safe. I spent my evenings at the club, as my mom liked to call it. It was a bar that required membership to enter and be able to enjoy the food and drinks. I fell into old habits and spent my evenings drinking with my mom’s friends and listening to their stories. It helped fill my nights with something other than loneliness.

The small town didn’t have much to do, and the club was packed every night. The bartender was decent-looking and kept flirting with me. I tried to ignore it because the last thing I needed in my life was another woman to fuck it up. I needed to not put my dick in her. My mom worked here, and I wanted to be able to show my face in this place for the near future. I walked up to the bar, and she had a drink waiting for me. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I can’t.”

She looked at me funny, “Can’t what?”

“I can’t sleep with you. I just want to put it out there. It’s not that you’re not hot, but I just can’t. My mom works here, and it wouldn’t be right.”

“It’s okay, darling. I just like flirting with you.” She began to wipe the counter as I picked up my drink. “You’re at least twenty years younger than any other man in this place.”

I laughed and looked around. We were the youngest people in here. I guess I read into it a little more than I needed to. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to think I was leading you on, Cara.” I read her name tag before speaking.

“It’s okay. I love your mom, and she’s told me a lot about you. Sounds like you’ve had a rough time lately.”

“Yeah, you can say that.” Fuck, was my mom airing my dirty laundry all over the place?

“Go enjoy your drink. I’m here if you ever need to talk. I can keep a secret, too,” she said as she winked at me.

“Thanks, Cara. I’ll remember that.” I walked away and sat back down with the small group of my mother’s friends. I felt like they were my new family. They welcomed me and talked to me like they’d known me my entire life. I never felt like an outsider, but one of them instead.

“So, Kayden, when do you start working?” Sal asked as he grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bowl.

“Tomorrow, actually.” Not a moment too soon. I swear I was about to lose my shit in this town with nothing to fill my days.

“That’s excellent, son. Good luck.”

“Thanks, Sal. I can’t wait to get back to work.”

The chatter from the table filled the room. Everyone started talking about their past jobs and how happy they were to be retired. I couldn’t imagine sitting around all day with nothing to do. The last couple of weeks had been torture. I couldn’t imagine an endless series of days that held nothingness with no end in sight.

I finished my beer and said good-bye. I needed to get some rest and be ready to work my ass off in the Florida sunshine tomorrow. I was excited, like a kid for the first day of school. The shiny newness would wear off eventually, but for now, I’d ride the high.

I didn’t need to go through training, just a quick rundown on how they handle paperwork. I had enough experience under my belt in St. Louis that the boss felt comfortable sending me out on my own the first day. Thankfully, he scheduled me only half a load to get day one under my belt. It was uneventful and went smoothly. I was good at my job and learned the little tricks to make life easier. Some people did everything the hard way, the longest way possible to cut down on their work, but I wanted more. I wanted to have the most jobs possible booked in a day. I called the office after each install to check in and give my work order. A sexy voice answered the phone each time. “This is Jennifer, what’s your number?” I’d rattle off the digits and all the details, but into our third phone call of the day, it turned into chitchat. “You can text me the information too if it’s easier for you.”

I hated having to wait on hold. It was a colossal waste of my time. “That would be great, Jennifer. Same number?”

“No, take down this number and put it in your phone. It’s my private line. A couple of the techs send me the info that way. It’s easier on everyone and quicker, too.”

“Thanks. I got it. I’ll send my last one through text.”

“No problem. Bye.” She said the bye in a sultry voice that caused my cock to twitch. I wondered what she looked like. The girls who worked the tech line didn’t work in our warehouse but in another location offsite. I’d never have a chance to run into her without a reason. I finished my last job and texted in the activation code to Jennifer to close out my day without waiting on hold.

Over the next couple of weeks, Jennifer and I began texting beyond activation codes and confirmations. The texting started innocently, but over time it led to flirtation.

Jennifer: One week and I finally get to meet you.

The company Christmas party was coming up, and I’d finally lay eyes on Jennifer. Flirting on the phone with a faceless person was easier when you had your own mental picture of their face and body.

Me: Why haven’t you sent me a picture?

Jennifer: I can’t do it on my phone. Hey, are you on Facebook?

What the hell was Facebook? I’d never heard of it before. I’d been so immersed in my own little world I often missed some of the newer things out there.

Me: What’s that?

Jennifer: It’s a website. I have a profile on there. You can see pictures of me.

I’d been told by some of the guys in the office that she was good-looking, but I wouldn’t believe it until I saw her with my own eyes. I rarely trusted the judgment of others when it came to women because my standards were usually higher. Although, it had been longer than I could remember since I’d had my cock in someone. Danielle was the last girl I fucked, and I needed to move past her and open up a new world of possibilities. I needed to get on my game and live life like I did pre-Danielle.

Me: I’ll check you out when I get home tonight. ;)

Jennifer: I’ve got to get back to work, hit me up on there later.

Me: Will do, J.

I hoped that her picture matched the vision in my head. I almost forgot to look her up that night, but she texted me when she didn’t hear from me.

Me: I’m signing up now. Be patient with me. I’ve haven’t really used the internet much. Give me ten minutes.

I entered my personal information and skipped some questions, not knowing exactly what the website did. After hitting submit, I started finding people who I hadn’t thought about in years. It asked me if I knew these people, and some I did. I sat there and stared at the screen, surprised by the faces that filled it. Most of the people I hadn’t seen since high school. I hit the Friend Request button next to a couple of them and ended up at a blank screen.

Me: How do I find you now?

Jennifer: I’ll find you, one sec.

I sat there, and within a moment, I saw a tiny red notification at the top of the web browser. Jennifer’s name with a little picture appeared, and I clicked confirm. I clicked on her name to find out more about her and to finally get a glimpse of her. She was pretty, not drop-dead gorgeous, but doable. She had dark brown hair that stopped around her shoulders, with blue eyes. She had on too much makeup, and her body was average.

Jennifer: Hey. I found you.

Me: I see that. What do I do on here?

I clicked on the search bar and started to look for people. I started with the guys from the wrestling team: Scotty, Freddie, and the others. They were all on here. I realized how behind I was.

Jennifer: You find people and can talk with them. Put your picture up. I want to see you. The girls in the office have a bet.

I chuckled. Had the girls been gossiping about me?

Me: A bet?

Jennifer: Yes, kinda like a hot-or-not bet.

Me: What did you say?

Jennifer: Hot. Your voice is so damn sexy, have to be hot.

I’d known plenty of people in my life with the sexiest voices but a train wreck of a face. I found a picture and uploaded it to my profile.

Me: Done. Hope you win the bet.

I kept searching for people I knew, people from my past. It recommended people to me, and I knew them. I started clicking on everything. Was this a hookup site?

Me: What is this? Is it a dating site?

Jennifer: Sigh, I win. I definitely win. No, it’s not a dating site. Just a place to talk and share your thoughts with others.

The flirting had been great, but I didn’t want a girlfriend. I didn’t need the hassle or the heartache. I needed sex more than anything.

Me: Jen, I need to tell you something. I’m not looking for a relationship.

Jennifer: Who said relationship? I’m just looking for a little fun. Look, I was in a relationship for years, and I’m not looking to jump back in.

Women always said shit like that but never really meant it. Feelings always got involved when it came to sex. For some people, it was hard to separate the feelings after being with someone in such an intimate way. It was like a switch was flipped when the cock went in. I needed to be clear with her and not lead her on in any way.

Me: As long as we’re clear about this.

Jennifer: Perfectly.

I checked her profile out in more detail after she reassured me that she was only looking for sex and nothing more. She had pictures posted of herself in her bikini, but what caught my eye were the groups and other things that showed up on her profile. Groups with sexual names and graphic pictures. I followed the links and scrolled through the photos and postings. Some of that shit was hot, and my cock grew hard just thinking about them.

Me: Interesting groups you belong to, Jen.

Jennifer: A girl can look too. I’m not ashamed.

I wasn’t in a position to judge anyone. What she did was her business. All I cared about was what she wanted to do with me. Facebook felt like an endless world of possibilities.

Jennifer: Sex is something I’ve never been ashamed to talk about or express. What’s good for guys is acceptable for girls. Fuck the double standards.

She had me there. I smiled as I reread her words.

Me: So, you want to hook up?

Jennifer: Yes, after the Christmas party. You game, big boy?

Me: You have no idea on both parts of that question.

I wouldn’t say I had the biggest dick out there, but I’d seen plenty of cocks in my time. Changing in a locker room allowed me to see more cock than I ever wanted to.

Jennifer: I hope you’re man enough to handle me.

Did she just challenge me? I could break her. Little girls shouldn’t play with new toys unless they read the disclaimer first.

Me: We’ll find out. I think I can “handle” you just fine. You’ll never be the same again after me, just warning you now.

I might have picked the right girl for some fun. She didn’t talk about feelings but wanted to talk about sex. We spent the night talking dirty, but the conversation quickly went to the kinkier side of the fence. We shared our wildest experiences, and hers kind of outweighed mine. I sat there stunned. I didn’t think a woman ever threw her dirty laundry out there like she had. She liked sex rough, and she made that perfectly clear to me. She didn’t want me to make love to her.

By the time I walked into the company Christmas party, I was ready for her and what the night held. She talked about things I’d only seen in porn. Fucking hell, I was game to try it all.

The party was being held in a local Italian restaurant. The company rented it out for the entire evening, and all drinks and food were on their dime. The company wasn’t extremely large, but there was a group of about fifty employees who did various steps in the installation process to make it run like a well-oiled machine. I joined the guys I’d become friends with at the bar and ordered a drink. I glanced around the room, looking for Jennifer, but I didn’t see her. Would she chicken out? Was she all talk and no action?

We swapped stories about some of our nightmare customers. Some women would answer the door in their robe and panties. I knew what they had on underneath because their robe was draped across their body, but they didn’t tie it closed. Some were so overt with their sexuality and flirtation. I’d never crossed the line and never even thought about fucking a customer. It was instant grounds for dismissal. The money was too good, and they were the only game in town. If I lost this job, there was no other company to turn to.

A tapping on my shoulder drew my attention away from the conversation. I turned my head, and Jennifer was standing there with a big smile on her face. “I didn’t think you’d show.” I turned around and soaked her in. Her picture did her justice. She was decent-looking, and her kinky side drew me in where her looks might not have gotten her a second glance.

“Hell yes! I wouldn’t miss tonight for anything in the world.” She smiled at me with a devilish grin.

“Drink?” I asked.

She nodded her head. “Margarita, please.” I studied her for a moment. A tequila girl, I liked that. She had on a cute little polka dot sundress and sexy red stilettos. She looked like a normal girl, but based on her sexual fantasies and the experiences she shared with me, she was anything but normal.

“Margarita it is.” The guys seemed to know her. Maybe she did it with all the guys, and I just wasn’t in the loop. I didn’t give a shit either way. Everyone stood around and talked about work. It was the one thing we all had in common. Our jobs didn’t give us time to chitchat about our everyday lives. We saw each other for only a few minutes while stocking our trucks in the morning and doing our inventory in the evening. Our vehicles were our office, and the road our worksite. It was the best type of job. No one gossiped or knew much about each other, and everyone kept to themselves.

After dinner, we moved on to shots. Everyone was getting their last couple of drinks in before the end of the party. Jennifer did shot for shot and kept up with the boys. We’d be a massive disaster if we were to become anything other than fuck buddies. I didn’t need a wild child with drinking issues like me.

“My place,” she slurred.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been so sure about anything. Take me home. Show me what ya got.” She grabbed her purse off the bar and handed me her keys.

I wasn’t in the best shape, but I knew I could drive.

“You live far?” I asked.

“Just a couple miles away.” She hiccupped. Please don’t have this girl puke on me.

“Are you drunk?”

“Fuck no, takes more than that. I’m buzzed and feeling fucking fantastic. Are you stalling?”

“I never stall when it comes to pussy. Let’s hit it.” I grinned at her. I wanted to tear her shit up.

She closed her eyes and sang as I drove. I didn’t know the song, but she knew every word. She rolled down the window and sang into the air as her hair whirled around the car. She danced in her seat and kept moving the bottom of her sundress higher up her thigh, giving me a glimpse of her naked pussy.

I squeezed the steering wheel as I pulled in her driveway. “Ooh, we’re here,” she said as I turned the car off, and the music stopped.

“Last chance to back out, princess.”

“Fuck you, you’re being a pussy. Sure you can handle all this?”

“Out. Let’s go. I’m going to give you more than you can handle.”

I followed her into the house. The lights were off as she grabbed my hand and led me through the space to her bedroom. She flipped on the lights, and I was momentarily blinded by the brightness. She immediately started to take off her dress. She wasn’t shy about her body. I removed my shirt and tossed it on an empty chair in the corner. She sat on the bed and ran her fingers across her naked skin as she watched me intently, waiting to see what I had in my pants. I slowly unzipped my pants, and my cock was already rock hard. I moved the material just the right way to let my cock spring from the top, giving an amazing visual.

“My word.” She touched her lips as a smile crept across her face. “You sure don’t disappoint.” She leaned forward and touched the tip of it with her finger.

“Sure you want what you said, now that you’ve seen what I have to offer?”

She nodded her head and looked at me from head to toe. “I want all of it.”

She climbed off the bed and crawled like a tiger, stopping in front of my cock. She grabbed it with both hands and began to stroke it while swirling her tongue around the tip. I fisted her hair as she placed my cock in her mouth. She palmed my balls and licked my shaft, sucking me into the back of her throat. I could feel her swallow against my cock, and I almost exploded. The force against the tip was so intense I felt like she would swallow it right off my body. She was an expert at sucking cock, a true master.

“Stop unless you want me to come,” I said as I pulled her head away from my body.

“I want you to come… You’ll last longer for what I want.” Fucking hell. This girl was all sex.

I released her hair and let her work her magic, sucking, licking, and pumping my shaft until my balls tingled and my body tightened. She sucked all of me, pulling out every last drop as I watched her take it all. She swallowed and licked her lips. “Mmm, you taste so fuckin’ good. Now, I want mine.”

She didn’t mince words. I’d give her what she asked for, every bit of it. She placed her body on the bed, leaving her legs dangling off the side. I lay down next to her and started to kiss her skin and suck her nipple into my mouth. I bit down on it, causing her body to twitch on the bed and for her to cry out. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, more. I want it rough.” I’d give it to her any way she wanted.

I sucked her nipple and closed my teeth around it, trapping it like a prisoner. I pinched her other nipple and twisted it. Her legs moved, and her hips lifted off the bed. I played with her nipples until she was writhing underneath me, almost unable to control the motions of her body.

“I need you in me, Kayden.” she said in a whisper.

I ran my fingertips down her body as I held her nipple between my teeth and stroked it with my tongue. I ran my fingers between her wetness. “How much?”

“I need you badly.” She lifted her hips. “All of you.”

I couldn’t believe what she wanted. She liked it rough and big. Bigger than any man would be able to deliver with a cock. She wanted to be fisted, and most men were turned off by the deed, but I’d never deny someone their fetish. I worked in two fingers to start, getting the rest of my fingers wet on the juices running down her pussy. I kept my mouth on her tits while I worked my fingers, inserting a third and then a fourth. She could take it, but it was more due to my hesitation that I worked them in slowly.

“More, more.” She moaned. I’ve never been with a girl like Jennifer. The things she’d told me blew my mind, and I’d thought she was full of shit and playing a game, but in that moment, I knew all her words were truth. I withdrew my finger and touched all my fingertips together, making my fist as small as possible. I placed my fingers at her opening and slowly worked them in and out until my entire hand disappeared inside of her. I didn’t have the right angle, and my hand was cramped, so I removed it. I released her nipple from my lips and climbed off the bed.

“Why the fuck are you stopping?”

I laughed. “I’m not! I’m just getting a better angle. Quiet.”

Her head dropped back onto the bed, and I stood between her legs and worked my hand back inside of her. I’d always loved watching my cock disappear inside a pussy, but seeing my hand do the same was something entirely different. My wrist was covered in her wetness as I worked my hand back and forth. I moved my fingers inside of her, hitting every crevice and spot she had. Her moans grew louder and louder as her body became covered in moisture, and her legs twitched uncontrollably. I could feel my hand being squeezed by her walls, and my cock grew hard from the sounds, feelings, and sights of the scene before my eyes. It was like watching a porn movie but being the star instead of a watching it online.

“More?” I asked as I stopped my hand inside of her.

“Oh, please. All of it. Give it to me. Nightstand.” I looked toward the nightstand and saw a condom sitting out, waiting for me. I kept my left hand inside of her and leaned over, grabbing the condom off of the nightstand.

I gave her everything she asked for. She wanted to be double-stuffed but only by one man. I fucked her in the ass and fisted her pussy at the same time. It didn’t last long, though. Her body was so full and tight that I exploded inside of her within minutes, blow job or not.

It was the kinkiest moment of my life, and I’d lived some wild shit. Would I ever do it again? Fuck no. Once was enough. It was almost like watching a car accident that you try to look away from, but you keep peeking, unable to stop yourself. I’d never make someone feel perverted or gross for what they wanted in bed, but I knew it was a one-time thing with Jennifer.

I called one of the guys to pick me up and bring me back to my car. I wasn’t there to spend the night and share a bed with her. We both only had one thing in mind that night, and we each accomplished our mission. There was no love involved or a future for either of us. I wanted nothing to do with relationships or the complications they brought into my life.

Jennifer and I continued to talk after that night, but we never had sex again. It was an experience, but not one I wanted to repeat. I could check it off my bucket list. She stuck true to her word and never asked for anything beyond that one night. She didn’t let feelings get involved. We both got what we wanted out of the evening.