Page 87 of Joey

“Fuck,” he moans. And Joey is pounding me.

Pounding us. Because he’s fucking Wald too.

And Wald is saying, “Take her, Joey. Fucking do it. Come inside her. Come on my cock.”

And then Huck blows down my throat, and Joey starts growling like an animal, and then I feel them both inside me. Their hot semen mixing together. So much of it that it immediately begins dripping down over my pussy lips.

Huck pulls me off his dick by my hair. Holds me there. Our eyes lock on each other.

And then he kisses me.

He kisses me hard. Like he owns me.

And then Joey pulls out and come runs down my leg. He drops onto the couch next to Wald and then…

And then they’re all kissing me.

Murmuring things like, “You hot fucking whore,” and “That’s my good little slut,” and “I can’t wait to do it again.”

I think that was Wald, but I’m not sure. Because I’m kissing them back and saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” to all three of them.

And then we kiss each other. Wald kisses Huck, and Huck kisses me, and I kiss Joey, and Joey kisses us all back.

We just collapse into a pile of sweaty bodies that smell, and feel, and taste like sex.

“Welcome home,” I mutter.

They laugh. And hell, even I laugh. They mutter similar sentiments with eyes closed, legs apart, and heads back. We are all still breathing hard. Trying to come down from what just happened.

But I’m not really talking to them.

I was talking to me.

“I have had lots of homes. And most of them were really nice.”

There’s a shuffling of bodies on the couch as the three of them begin to pay attention.

“What?” Joey asks.

“They were nice like this, I mean. Not just average nice. I guess my point is… I didn’t have a bad life.”

“OK,” Wald says.

I’m looking out the front window. Our new driveway gate is open. I can just barely make it out in the remnants of the setting sun. Someone probably needs to close the gate.

“But this feels different,” I finally say.

“Different good? Or different bad?” Joey asks. “What kind of different?”

I think about that for a second. “I don’t know. I’m not sure. But sometimes it doesn’t matter if the change is good or bad. Sometimes it just needs to happen.” I turn to look at Wald. Because his green eyes are closest to me and the easiest to find. “That’s why people turn themselves in.”

His eyes narrow in confusion. “What?”

“You know.” I sigh. “Some young guy does a very stupid thing. But he does it so smart that he gets away with it for so long that a day comes when he realizes he’s never going to get caught. He pulled it off. But…” I shake my head. “That eats away at you in a way most people can’t understand.”

I look at each of them now. Huck is frowning. His brow furrowed. Wald’s head is cocked to the side like all those words I just said make no sense at all. And Joey… Joey just looks concerned.

“Guilt,” I say. Then I chuckle. Like this is so obvious. “Some people can’t handle the guilt. And you know what?”