Page 42 of The Fed Sex Man

Jo

The unmistakable soundof a clenched fist being thrust against the door three times in rapid succession startled me so much I almost peed. It was type of knock my father always referred to as a “cop knock.”

At seven am on a Sunday, my list of potential visitors was short. After regaining my composure, I pressed the heel of my palm against my chest and stood from my seat at the kitchen table.

With hesitation in my steps, I walked toward the door.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Certain that a SWAT team was clearing the neighborhood so they could conduct an early morning drug raid on my Corvette-driving neighbor, I reached for the door handle.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

With my heart thrashing against my ribs, I opened the door just enough to peer onto the porch.

Still wearing the previous night’s attire, Jenny stood before me. She looked like warmed over death wearing a smile.

I removed the safety chain from the door and greeted her with a grin. “You look like you had fun last night.”

She nudged her way past me and meandered toward the kitchen. Instead of her normal lively gait, she walked as if she’d spent the entire weekend riding an oversized horse.

I locked the door and turned around. “What happened?”

After getting a cup from the cupboard, she removed a pod from the display and dropped it into the Verismo. “I need coffee.”

I giggled. “You’re walking funny.”

“You’d be walking funny, too.” She chuckled. “You remember BB Easton’s description of Knight’s cock, right?”

“I uhhm.” I shrugged. “Maybe not.”

“BB said. ‘All I could see was cock. It looked like there was a log of cookie dough under Knight’s clothes.’ I felt like I was in a reenactment of that scene.”

“Oh, yeah. I remember.”

She let out a sigh and reached for her coffee cup. “Shawn and Knight could have a swordfight with their cocks.”

“You guys had sex already?” I acted surprised, even though I wasn’t. “You just met him last night.”

She sat at the kitchen table. “There’s only one reason to be in a guy’s presence. One good reason, anyway. To get that dick.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re one to talk. FedEx dude finger-banged you last night while a restaurant full of people watched.”

I sat down across from her. “He didn’t finger-bang me.”

“He did something.”

“He was rubbing my clit,” I whispered.

She unraveled her bun and tossed her hair. “Shawn stuck his tongue in my ass.”

“What?” I gasped.