Page 52 of Requiem

“Ohhh, yesssss. Ohhhhh, yessss …. Ohhhh, Jeremy, God, you’re so big, so hard … Ohhhh I’m coming!”

The feel of her flesh convulsing, squeezing, milking my dick pushes me right into my own long-delayed orgasm. Finally, she collapses flat on her stomach onto the bed. I fall on top of her, covering her back with my front. My face nestles next to hers.

“Holy shit, Jeremy,” she mutters when she catches her breath. “I wish I’d known you sooner. I’d have gotten you a pair of handcuffs and a whip for your birthday...”

I laugh and it feels good. This has been just what the doctor ordered.

Jeremy 17

The smell of French Roast draws me out of my dreams, and back into my bedroom, where the morning sun is fighting its way around the window shades. I stretch and feel the dull ache of too much repetitive motion – namely, belting Lisa. You see this shit in porn and they make it look so easy. But in truth, the reality of this kind of activity comes with a physical price tag including bruises and scratches and sore, aching muscles. Of course, for some, that’s part of the fun. When I make my way to the kitchen, I find Lisa looking way too comfortable in one of the button-down shirts from my closet, sitting at my table, reading my newspaper.

“Good morning, sexy! Would you like a cup of coffee?”

She gestures to the fresh pot, which woke me.

“Sure. I take just a little milk,” I say, having a seat.

I look around me and notice that the glass shards have been swept up and the walls cleaned of the sticky beer remnants that I hurled onto them last night. The books that were a jumble on the living room floor have also been returned, nice and neat, to their shelves.

“You cleaned up.”

“You noticed!” she smiles, then turns more serious. “I guess you had a pretty rough day yesterday, huh?”

“To say the fucking least,” I grumble.

“Well, everyone’s talking about it, Jeremy. A lot of the musician’s think you were railroaded. Of course, there are some jerks who say you had it coming. I was so angry that I just marched right into Doug’s office. I didn’t even have his coffee or his messages or anything! I told him he was a fool and that you were the only hope this orchestra has for revitalization and that letting you go was going to haunt him the rest of his career. I told him if he was smart, he’d reverse the decision immediately before you got snatched up by another orchestra.”

My brows go up in amusement. “And what was his response?”

Her face hardens in anger. “Oooooo! He made me so furious, Jeremy. That jerk told me if I didn’t like his decision then, I should leave, too. So I did.”

“You did what?”

“I left.”

“Left to come here?”

She smiles. “No, silly! Well, yes, sort of, but I mean I quit and then I came straight here.”

“Huh …”

“But, don’t you worry about a thing, Jeremy! God, I’m so sorry this happened to you …but I’ve got a plan …”

She can barely suppress a giddy smile. My head throbs just looking at it. And her.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Well, I’ve already been putting out feelers on openings in other horn sections around the country. A few of the orchestras have administrative openings, too. How great would it be if we could find work together? So, I figured I could maybe help you get your resume together and start making some calls …”

I sit there, without comment, and take a sip of the coffee in my hand.

“Jeremy?”

The smile freezes and then slips from Lisa’s horsey face as she realizes I’m not nearly as excited about this as she is. Finally, after a long moment, I turn around behind me and start to pour some more coffee into my cup, speaking to her the whole time.

“Well, hey, thanks for the solidarity, Lisa, and for providing me with all the information I needed to fuck with Dougy.” I turn back around to face her. “And, hey, thanks for the terrific fuck last night. I hope you enjoyed it, too because, unfortunately for you, I won’t be needing your services anymore. But hey, you’ve got a real knack for the blowjob. You might want to consider a job in the sex industry.”

Her face has gone deathly pale and her lips are trembling.

“Anyway, I’ve got to take a shower. I’d appreciate it if you were gone by the time I’m done.”

She’s still staring after me as I leave the kitchen, coffee cup in hand, whistling Mozart.