Authors: Genevieve Jourdin
“You know that whole business with Christina was directly related
to Justine. Come on, how often do I ask anything from you? Never, so please,
please go in there and tell her you don’t have a problem with us being
together. Even if you do, do it for me. I
love
her, Cheryl.”
She looked at me speculatively. “How
long have you and she been…” She gestured between me and the house.
“For almost a month.” I ignored the
look of surprise on her face. “Really, since I started helping her with her
website. She’s awesome.”
“I know she is. That’s why I don’t
want you to do anything to mess her up. She’s important to me.”
“She’s important to me too.
Please
.”
I was full on begging.
“Okay Carter. I’m going to go in there and tell her I was just
surprised and that I think you’re a great guy and she should give you a chance.
But,” she leaned over and poked me in the chest with her finger. “If you do
anything to hurt her or in any way mess up
my
friendship with her because of this, I’m going to Fuck. You. Up.” She
punctuated each word with and extra hard poke. “Are we clear?” This was the
meanest I had seen Cheryl since we were kids and I cut off the hair of her
favorite Barbie doll so I knew she meant business.
“
Crystal
.
Thanks, I owe you big.”
“Don’t worry; you’ll be paying up when the time is right.” With
that she walked back inside and left me standing on the patio wondering what
was going on in Justine’s head.
I Am a Knight
“Aaiigh!
Help!” Justine’s scream ripped through the house just as I was pulling my
boxers on after my shower. I tore through the distance between the bedroom and
the kitchen in record time. That was the “I just cut my pinky finger off” kind
of scream. I arrived to the sight of Juss standing hunched over on the island
with a dish towel in one hand and a spatula in the other.
“What
are you doing? What’s the matter?”
“There’s a
rat
in here. I just saw it run into the
laundry room.”
I
pulled out the old standby phrase. “It’s more scared of you than you are of
it.”
“That’s bull! There is
no way
it’s more scared than I am.”
“Where
did it come from?”
“Somewhere behind me. I
saw it run along the baseboards and under the laundry room door.
Go get it!”
Fuck.
The last thing I wanted to do right now was catch a rat, but we couldn’t have
one loose in the house. I shuddered at the thought of coming face to face with
such nasty vermin. How the hell did we get a rat in here? We’d never had a
rodent problem before. Juss was adamant about keeping those “pest-a-way” things
plugged in at all times. It must have crawled through the doggy door. But in
broad daylight? It probably had rabies. I didn’t share that with Justine; I
wanted her to come down some time today.
“I’ll
go get something to catch it with.” I immediately thought of my old lacrosse
stick from high school. It had a net on the end and it was long, keeping me
from having to get too close to any rodent. I dug it out from the back corner
of the office closet before making my way back down the hallway, feigning some
of my old moves. Yeah, I still had it going on.
“Hurry
up!” she barked at me.
Apparently, Justine wasn’t a lacrosse fan. As
I got closer, I could see she was shaking. She was so lucky she had me to do
these kinds of things for her. I didn’t want to say it out loud, but rats
scared the crap out of me, too.
I
looked over at Justine and held my finger to my lips in the universal sign of
“be quiet,” then held the stick in front of me as a weapon while I crept over
to the door and turned the handle.
I
threw back the door and burst into the laundry room, but I couldn’t get a bead
on it. I tiptoed stealthily over to the washer and dryer and leaned over to see
which machine it was hiding behind. Nothing.
“It’s not in here, babe.
Are you
sure
you saw one?” She turned
on me in outrage.
“Of course I did! Would I
scream for you otherwise? Find it and
kill
it
.”
“I’m
not going to kill it. I’m strictly catch and release.” Just then I saw a
movement to my left and instinctively swung the stick toward it, capturing the
beast for my love. A split second later a tiny field mouse shot through the
mesh of the stick and back into the kitchen.
“There
it is! There it is!” Justine was screaming and pointing to the wall so I yanked
the back door open, allowing it to escape into the grass. I turned around to
receive my praise, but found Justine collapsed on the island, shaking
uncontrollably.
“Are
you okay? Baby, talk to me. It was only a little mouse.” She didn’t say
anything for a few seconds, but she suddenly burst into laughter.
“You looked
hilarious
. Omigod, first you were posing
and then you were stalking it, and your wiener was hanging out the
whole time
.” She took a deep breath,
only to start cackling again.
I
looked down and saw that my dick was poking out of the flap in the front of my
boxer briefs.
“You
think my wiener looks funny, do you?” I put on the most menacing look I could
muster as said wiener took it upon itself to stiffen and enlarge.
“Yes,
but maybe I just need to see it up close.”
Oh
yeah, now I was going to get my reward. “By all means, check it out.” I stifled
a groan as she scooted off of the island and stood in front of me, grasping my
cock between her fingers.
“Hmm.
It looks much more sinister up close, but I need to be sure.” She dropped to
her knees in front of me, pulling my boxers down and over my, now huge,
erection.
“I
don’t hear any laughing.” I stiffened as she leaned forward and enveloped my
dick with her lips.
“Nnnmmn,”
she hummed, sending a shock wave through my body. She pulled back, making a
popping sound as she released my rod from her mouth. “It appears I was
mistaken. It’s actually quite intimidating.” She stayed where she was and
looked up at me. “What can I do to repay you for your act of bravery?”
I felt like a knight (a Jedi one) who
just won the hand of a fair maiden.
“You were off to a pretty good start.” A second later she cupped
my balls with one hand and used the other to grip my ass and pull me closer to
her head.
Yes!
If this was how she
wanted to thank me for ridding our house of pests, I vowed to jump to attention
the next time she squealed at a spider in the bathtub.
I had to restrain myself from
thrusting my hips and shoving my cock farther down her throat; for some reason
that really pisses her off. I gasped as she scraped her teeth lightly up my
shaft. Damn, I was already about to blow, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over,
yet. “Stop. I need a second.”
“It’s now or never. Your parents will
be here any minute and you still need to get dressed.” Oh yeah, that’s what I’d
been doing when she’d screamed. I’d better let her finish me off, then.
No sooner had I had the thought, then the damn doorbell started
ringing.
Motherfucker! Why?
Justine shrugged and pulled my
underwear up before standing. “Sorry.”
“Not as sorry as I am.” The bell
pealed again.
“Coming,” Justine called as she walked
toward the front door, leaving me to sprint to the bedroom to finish dressing.
It took a couple of minutes before my cock deflated to a size suitable for
company.
By the time I came out of hiding, Mom and Dad were sitting on
the stools in the kitchen while Justine slid a tray of onion tartlets in front
of them. Dad looked over his shoulder at me and wagged his eyebrows. He somehow
knew what he’d interrupted.
Cockblocker!
I sent him a glare and continued into the kitchen. The sooner we ate, the
sooner this evening would be over and we could get back to the important stuff.
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Just Add Heat © 2012 by Genevieve
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