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My Last Summer at Home - 3
by stifleurself (stifleurself@gmail.com)
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All the teenage angst surrounding a first time lesbian
relationship between two 19 year old small town girls.
They manage to also involve the prom queen and their
younger boss. (FF, reluc, 1st-lesbian-expr)
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"Well baby, there you stand. With your little head, down
in your hand. Oh, my God, you can't believe it's
happening again. Your baby's gone, and you're all alone
and it looks like the end."
"And you're back out on the street, and you're tryin' to
remember. How do you start it over? You don't know if
you can. You don't care much for a stranger's touch, but
you can't hold your man."
"You never thought you'd be alone this far down the
line. And I know what's been on your mind. You're afraid
it's all been wasted time."
When I got home from the gravel pits, thank god my
parents were already in bed. I know I smelled like
cigarettes and beer, and I wasn't walking too straight.
I switched on my radio and lay down on the bed. I stared
at the ceiling for a minute, then I made the drunken
mistake of opening an old wound. As Wasted Time by The
Eagles drifted from my clock radio, I slowly paged
through one of my old journals.
In the margins my name was written neatly three
different ways, each time with my ex-boyfriends last
name. Tanya Reed-Martin, Tanya Mary Martin, Tanya M.
Martin. The old memories of Tommy Martin and how he
broke my heart right before summer started, were too
much. The tears I hadn't shed in weeks began to well in
my eyes as Don Henley kept singing.
"The autumn leaves have got you thinking about the first
time that you fell. You didn't love the boy too much,
no, no, you just loved the boy too well. Farewell."
"So you live from day to day, and you dream about
tomorrow, oh. And the hours go by like minutes and the
shadows come to stay. So you take a little something to
make them go away."
"And I could have done so many things, baby If I could
only stop my mind. From wonderin' what I left behind.
And from worrying 'bout this wasted time"
I switched the radio off and wiped the tears away with
the back of my hand. I started to doze off, and began to
dream of escaping my little hick town. Dreaming about
how many exciting new people I'd meet at Iowa State. My
head was swimming over how my relationship with Jill was
changing, and the confusing feelings I had for her.
The wild story she told me about her and Beth Carter was
still so unbelievable. I started to dream that Jill was
softly whispering my name, as I drifted off to sleep.
The memories of Tommy began to float away with the
breeze blowing through my open windows. I was out like a
light until my clock radio came to life the next
morning.
"Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail.
Somebody going to emergency. Somebody's going to jail."
"If you find somebody to love in this world you better
hang on tooth and nail. The wolf is always at the door."
"In a New York minute Everything can change."
When my clock radio went off at 7 AM, I woke up to
another fucking sad ass Don Henley song playing, and
almost started to cry again. I slammed my hand down on
the off button, and resolved not to let a stupid high
school boy make me sad. I lifted my head from the pillow
and immediately felt the thumping at my temples.
There are not many things worse than a cheap beer
hangover. I stumbled into the shower and let the hot
water stream on my pounding skull until it began to run
cold. I had to be at work in an hour, so I dressed in my
blue supermarket uniform and made my way down to the
kitchen.
Mom was already at the table sipping a cup of coffee,
and smiled brightly as I sat down. "Hi sweetie, you look
a little worse for the wear this morning. What time did
you get home last night?" I reached in the cupboard for
a cup, and tried not to look mom in the eye. "Mom I'm
sorry, I know I usually call if I'm going to be late.
Jill and I were out at the gravel pits talking, and we
just lost track of time."
She just smiled knowingly and sighed. "Well honey you're
nineteen now, and going off to Iowa State this fall. You
have to start making your own decisions now, so just
make sure they are the right ones." I sipped my coffee
and sat the cup down. "I will mom. I've just been trying
to get my head on straight since graduation. I'm getting
there, but I can't even look at Tommy when he comes into
the supermarket, and I refuse to speak to him. I wasted
so much time on him. Two years for nothing."
"Oh sweetie," she sighed as she sipped her coffee, "Hard
times should make you better not bitter. Boys will be
boys, and he made a stupid mistake. His parents are
having a party for him before he takes off for the
Marines. You should go say goodbye."
"Um, I'm pretty sure leaving my graduation party so he
could get a BJ from Cindy Johnson was a little more than
a mistake," I stammered. "It was a frigging terrible
thing to do! Just because I wouldn't do slutty things
like that for him, he had to sneak out with that bimbo,
and for what?"
"30 seconds of pleasure?" I mockingly sputtered. "I'm
not going to see him. I'm leaving for work. Bye."
I climbed in my pick-up, slammed the door and gripped
the wheel tightly. I took a deep breath to keep from
screaming, and started up my truck. I usually never
smoke unless I'm on break at work, or drinking beers
with Jill because my parents don't know about my bad
little habit. Today I needed a smoke, so I lit up a
Marlboro when I got around the corner, and inhaled the
sweet smoke all the way to the supermarket.
When I pulled up, Jill was standing outside talking to
Rickey. I hadn't really thought about it last night, but
the boy we made cum in his pants and then left at the
drive-in, is our boss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I needed this
job. Jill walked over right away as I climbed out of my
pick up. "Hey chick how's your head this morning,
pounding like mine?"
"Uh, yeah," I said as I grabbed my purse. "Um, what's up
with Rickey? He stopped you before you even got inside?"
She just smirked and grabbed my cigarette, took a long
drag and then coughed as she started laughing. "Yeah,
the little perv just walked up and told me he had a
great time last night, and asked when we could go to the
drive-in again. Fucking unbelievable, huh?"
"Shit I was worried he was going to cut our hours or get
us fired." Rickey just nodded as we walked in and said
"Hey Tanya". I rushed to the back right away and avoided
his dad's gaze. "Jill, do you think he's saying he
expects us to take him to the drive-in, or he'll
retaliate?" I whispered as we placed our purses in our
lockers.
"No way girl," she cackled. "Rickey just isn't that
devious or that smart. He's just a horny boy we can have
some fun with. Maybe next time we'll leave him there
with no pants on." Then she took a quick look around,
and slowly leaned in to kiss me.
Jill wiggled her tongue against mine for just a few
seconds and then turned and walked to her register
smiling all the way. My mind was swimming already and we
had eight more hours of work to make it through. As my
head started to pound again, I walked to the checkout to
greet my first customer.
Beep. Beep. Beep. The microwave next to me jolted me
awake from my nap. I raised my head off the break room
table to see Rickey heating up his lunch. He sat down
and started to sip his soup, and looked at me
sheepishly. I glared back and just uttered, "What?" with
wide eyed intensity.
He looked around quickly, and quietly said, "I don't
want you to feel weird about last night, because I
don't. That was by far the most amazing thing that has
ever happened to me. Anytime you and Jill want to go out
again, I'll do anything you want. I'll get beer from the
store, and smokes, and whatever you guys want. You can
make me do whatever you want, and I'll never tell
anybody."
I just glared at him and looked down at his crotch. He
looked so cute and vulnerable, and his cheeks were
glowing again. I suddenly loved this new dynamic, and
realized it was fun to have a little submissive boy toy.
My heart raced, and my adrenaline pumped as I drew in a
big breath. I leaned over and whispered "Are you hard
again, right now?" He nodded and barely said yes.
I frowned and lowered my gaze. "You're pathetic. Take it
out right now and let me see it," I whispered as I
leaned back in my chair. He reached down and unbuckled
his belt, fumbled with the button on his jeans for a
second, and then there it was. That little soldier with
the perfect little helmet was pointing at the ceiling. I
leaned forward and lightly traced my finger on the
underside just below the little helmet, and that's all
it took. I leaned back and watched it spurt on his shirt
4 times before he could tuck it back in.
I threw him a napkin and smirked as I started to get up
and go back to work. Then I remembered something from
last night. Something that Jill had said to him that was
so hot. I stood quickly and said "Rickey, don't you ever
fucking cum again without asking first. You don't get to
cum until we tell you to. Got it?" I didn't wait for an
answer as I headed out the door. Then I turned once more
and snapped "And don't you look at my ass when I leave."
I know he did anyway. What a rush, I loved dominating
that little shit. My last summer at home was definitely
getting better.
To be continued...
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