Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2017 16:07:03 -0600
From: Oowatanabe . <ohwantanabe@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck or Flight Ch. 12

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"You are a doll, honey," My mom said as she grabbed the sack dinner I'd
packed for her on her way out. The polo she had to wear to her job at the
grocery store was my work too, washed. Ever since I decided I wanted not to
live in filth, not to go hungry when the frozen meals she bought on the
first of month ran out, I'd cleaned and cooked. Practice for my eventual
life goal of being a live-in concubine.

Her car sputtered for a few seconds before I could hear it rumbling away.

What? I'm supposed to be grateful? For her giving me the gift of life, that
she personally had never hit me or anything? She'd made her bed. I was
beginning to hate her.


I still needed things from her, though. Not signatures, which I could
forge, but eventually that social worker was going to come by again. Go to
school visibly bruised up and that's what happened.


It made me jittery. Last week there'd been a "While You Were Out" notice
taped to our trailer door announcing another visit.


I was pacing the place this Saturday, cleaning, looking in the pantry,
avoiding homework, self reflection and reckoning. Every time I'd try and
sit down, I'd shoot right up to my feet, and find something else to keep me
busy. Nervous energy sustained me these days.

"Nnnnnn, nnnnn, nnnn," I nearly jumped out of my skin when my hip started
vibrating, and after fishing the phone out, I leant with my back against
the fridge and tremblingly pried it open, pressing it to my face.

In the couple of months since he'd given it to me, Alex's phone had turned
into a bit of a relic. I'd reach into my pocket obsessively, I slept with
it, I'd stare at it, hoping it would spring to life.

It wasn't completely out of proportion or insane. Things were getting hot
and heavy, and more important, regular. Every other friday, he'd pick me
up, and Sunday night I'd step out of his car in my driveway, dazed and
limping. My life outside of him was looking grim. I hadn't maintained
grades, I would supposedly graduate soon, and I had no idea what I was
going to do with myself.

"Babe," I ventured. I hadn't checked, but he's the only one who had my
number. It didn't even feel like my number to give. Having a general use
cell phone would have been useful, but it was more precious as a direct
line to him.


And oh yea, he'd started calling me babe, so I followed. It just
happened. His firm refusal to put a name to things had started
slipping. It'd been the cigarette that'd done it. I don't know if he was
still seeing his guy in every town, but if he was, and giving the same kind
of attention he was giving me, he was awfully busy.

"Just got up," He rasped. It was 1:30. Not sleep deprived, he.


"I thought...," I asked, slowly descending down the fridge, taking a few
magnets with me," You weren't gonna be around this weekend."

He laughed at my question, then said," That's what I said. Check outside."

Oh shit. I hadn't even straightened my hair today.

I bounded up with a grin on my face and after several happy squealing
noises and a small dance in place, I gushed at Alex through the phone as I
bolted towards the front door," This is the best... I wasn't
expecting... I... I... gah!"

I unlocked the aluminum front door with a click, and slipped out onto the
porch, where the air was warm and wet, it being springtime. But he
wasn't...

My spirits sunk down to my bare feet. I bit my lip and shot inside. His car
wasn't there, and he was laughing at me across the line. I couldn't say
anything. I was embarrassed, and considered hanging up, but that would only
make me lonelier. Fortunately I didn't cry, just stood on the front
doormat, shaking.

"It's different, hurting my feelings, you know," I said in a small voice,"
I missed you, and..."

"I know, I know," He repeated in gruff conciliation, even sounding a little
sorry, through the smile I knew was on his face," I missed you too, that's
why I called. You're just...so fucking tragically beautiful, I just can't
help but... If you were some worthless trash, I wouldn't have even
bothered. You have the cutest outrage, you aren't resigned to it, but you
still want it. I've gotta do it."

He made me sound like some victim. I didn't think of myself like that.
Sure, this was fucked up, but so was everything else. It made a knot form
in my chest. I thought...he was beautiful too. I still didn't have anything
to say though.

"Listen," He said, a bit exasperated, trying to break through the tension,"
I'm in bed. Go take your clothes off, and climb in yours. It'll be almost
like we're together."

"Not even close," I disagreed, but shot to my bedroom, and told him as I
took my t-shirt off, and then my elastic banded shorts," Gimme a sec...One
more...There. I'm here."

I was in nothing but my underwear, laying on my back, staring at the
ceiling.

"Good boy," Alex said, like he'd say to a kid, but I could tell he was just
as enthusiastic as I was," Now, describe yourself."

"Describe myself," I shot back playfully, and rubbed the crotch of my
briefs," Forget what I look like already?"

"I just want to know," He growled," Paint a fucking picture."

"Well," I considered. I didn't really know what I might have expected,
maybe just moaning over the line? This demanded a bit more literacy.

"It's been a week since I saw you, so I'm mostly the same," I began, trying
to look at myself with new eyes," but, I'm 114 lbs, as of
yesterday. Haven't developed that summer tan just yet..."

"And you shouldn't," He laughed," I like you like a cave creature."

"And I'm pulling off my briefs, they're green with white straps," I
narrated as I brandished myself," I'm smooth. That's what pedos like you
want. All 5.5 inches of me."

"It actually looks cute on you, proportional," Alex said, generous as far
as his compliments went," What about lower?"

"It's, oh, well, two of my fingers are pushing between my thighs, rubbing,
probing, finding," I continued, and bit my lip slightly as my back arched
involuntarily as I rubbed below, pushing at my entrance," Oh, I found
something. What could it be? It feels awfully nice."

"I dunno, your tight pink little fuckhole," His breathing was getting
heavy, and I could hear some movement. I assumed he was jacking.

"You're right," I said playfully, like I was gonna give him a gold star and
pin his picture to the fridge," But, you know, last time you saw it, it
wasn't quite like this. It wasn't tight. You'd fucked me so much I was
puffy and couldn't stand up without some of your cum dripping down my leg."

"Jesus christ, you should write this down," He said in a gravelly voice,"
you have a way with words."

Maybe he really was sorry for earlier. This was possibly the nicest I'd
ever heard him be.

"Thanks babe," I beamed, and kicked the underwear off," You have a way with
that huge dick of yours. I wish I were there to taste it. Up its length
with my lips, on that salty head. Then I'd circle around under your
foreskin with my tongue."

"Really," Alex purred loudly," Jesus, fuck. Do you have some lube or
something. So you can pretend it's me?"

"I know a boy, he'll suck you for breakfast, he'll curl your toes," I
rummaged in my side table for a small plastic tub which I found shortly and
uncapped it," He don't use butter, he don't use cheese. He don't use jelly,
or any of these. He uses..."

"Vaaaseline," Alex was cracking up on the other end as he finished the
song," Huh. That what you like best? Have I been doing it wrong?"

"Fuck no," I told him as I swung my legs off the bed quickly to grab a
towel and set it down before laying forehead-down on top of it. I wedged
the phone between the bed and my ear before reaching out to scoop a couple
tablespoons of the gooey stuff.

"I mean, for personal use, it's a favorite. It, ahhh," I moaned as I pushed
in all the way to the second joint of my middle finger with my ass in the
air," Doesn't get slick as easily. Friction. Think I can get the second
finger in?"

"I know for a fact you can get a lot more than that. Vaseline doesn't work
with condoms, you know."

I let out a muffled laugh at that, and he did too. We'd never used them.

"I dream about your dick you know," I cooed and winced as I stretched
myself with the addition of the index," I want it in all the time. I wanna
forget what it's like to be empty."

"You are a pro at this," He chuckled admiringly," I woke and baked, thought
I'd call you. Didn't know what I was getting into."

That was why he was so nice. He was stoned, lonely and horny. No sense in
wasting a good mood. I grinned up against the sheets.

"When you decide it's me you're getting into," I moaned again as I
scissored myself slightly," I really don't care what you use. Anything
short of motor oil. As long as you put. Ugh. That big head against
it. Ahhh. And puush"

"I think I'm gonna die when you push it in," I said, recalling the memory
as I hooked my fingers slightly, then gasped when I touched that button in
my side-wall," Then again at the first thrust. Then again when you bottom
out."

"You're so...alive in my arms," His voice got a little distant. I assumed
he was imagining it too," So small, so breakable. Your skin is always so
soft, your neck fits in my hands. I could crush in a second."

This is where it inevitably got to. I was in the same position I had been a
few weeks, when I was losing my mind in panic, that damn gun against the
back of my head. This is who he was, what I'd signed up for.

"Kinda beautiful, right," He sounded vulnerable over the line, his voice
somewhat adolescent instead of its usual manliness," I mean, you're
beautiful all the time. Fuck, you're even a pretty cryer. But the really
gorgeous thing is having you on that edge, just very nearly squeezing too
hard. You come back to life though. You aren't cold when we come out the
other side."

What the fuck did he mean by that. Had he...followed through with someone?
Was this a foray into imagination, or memory, or some mixture of both.

I didn't really care. It was curiosity, wanting to know about this man I
loved, rather than fear. Besides, I was having an orgasm.

"I...  I-I'm c-cummmmgng," I cried into the reciever. Half of me went limp,
the other taut. Little ripples, starting at just behind my cock, pushed
everywhere else. Flushed out of me, onto the towel. Made me shake and
tremble, legs splayed out on either side.

"Uh, uuhhh, ahhh," I let it it die it's slow death, basking in the glow.

"Rrrr, rrrrr, rrrr," I grinned as I heard him push over the edge, right
behind me," Fuck. Urrr. Fuck, fuck."

For a few minutes, we just listened as each other's breaths became less
ragged. It last so long it was getting a little awkward. Who'd be the first
to say something?"

"Aw fuck, I've gotta clean up," He said, trailing off.

"Do you, wanna go," I asked. I didn't want to, but that's what I thought he
was getting at.

"Hell no, stay on the line. If you hang up I'm gonna beat your ass," He
threatened, then explained," No, no. It's just that I'm not close to a
towel, and I'm kinda trying to keep it from falling on my sheets."

"Now you're just teasing me with what I can't have," I faked whined, and
suggested as I pushed myself up on my knees and wiped my ass," Why don't
you lick it up, pretend you're me."

"No fucking way," He laughed and groaned," Alright, fuck. I hate doing
laundry."

"I don't mind. I like the warm smell, the way you can smooth everything out
as you fold it. It's optimistic," I assured him of my domesticity as I
stepped off my bed. I picked up my underwear, and my shorts, but had a
better thought for the rest.

"Just put on your shirt," I told him once I got my head through the
neckhole. It was a large and huge on me.

"The one you stole from me," He was moving around. I heard some running
water.

"The one? I have three now," I bragged and hopped back into my bed after
tossing the towel into my hamper, under the covers this time," You can
always take em off me."

"Haha," He laughed, then nonchalantly asked," Hey, you fucking anybody
else?"

"What makes you think I have to answer that question," I replied
indignantly.

He sighed, and added," Well, because I've gotten to know you a little
better, and maybe I'm wrong or something, but you strike me as the kind of
dumb romantic who goes and gets exclusive with a guy who has made really
clear it would be stupid to get attached to."

I was pissed at how right he was. But more angry at myself.

"No, I'm not," My lower lip was trembling too much to lie, even though he
couldn't see me," Fine, happy? You caught me."

It was quiet for a while after that. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing
or a bad thing. He was a lot more opaque to me than the other way around.

"Well...good," He sounded relieved, and grunted before adding,"
Because... You are attached. To me."

Was this even happening? I had to bring my hand out from under the sheet
and bite down it to stop from screaming.

"Don't get too fucking happy," He swore," I just wanted to make sure you
weren't the town pump. Nobody else, ok? If I ever find out about anything,
even a handsy for the local guy for an oz of ditch weed, I'm gonna kill
him, but I'm gonna kill you next, after I make you watch and fuck you with
a lit road flare."

Honeyed words they weren't. But I would've been a lot more suspicious had
he said it over a candlelight dinner. This is who he was. I managed to
unwedge my hand from my mouth, and shook it to get blood to where it'd gone
white.

"Never. No one. I'm...yours," I couldn't put some kind of acerbic spin on
it, I just said it, and when I worked up the courage, I asked," That means
you too, right?"


I heard a deep breath, and he cracked one hand worth of knuckles before
replying," Yea, but this doesn't mean we're gonna be fucking Ward and
June. I'm not gonna suddenly be teddy bear because you belong to me now."

"I wouldn't want that," I assured him.

"And I still got a lot of things I don't have to tell you. This isn't gonna
be the big reveal, you're not meeting my abuela."

"Shut up, I know," I wasn't gonna let him go on, let him talk himself out
it.

"You shut up," He snapped, and kept the pissed off tone of voice as he
added," Who told you you could get dressed again? When have I ever only
wanted it once?"

So off went the clothes. He was more degrading this time, and I played
along, but he couldn't bring me down. I belonged to him.