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Chloe’s Story, Part 3
Derrick
On the Monday after my incredible evening with Mr. Damon and Mr. Compton, Joey told me that he would have to be out of town on Tuesday to attend some sort of dealership training or something. I knew immediately that I had lied to myself earlier and that I was in fact going to call Derrick. The realization surprised me, believe it or not. I really had convinced myself that I would never do such a traitorous thing to Joey. Yet later that night, under the pretence of going to the drug story for ‘women’s stuff,’ I called Derrick on my cell and arranged to meet him at an up-scale bar downtown the next night, a place where no one who knows me or Joey is likely to be. It’s mostly lawyers and businessmen.
All day at work I obsessed about what to wear and tried to sublimate my guilt over what I was doing. I rationalized it by acknowledging that some men were simply superior to others and by their very nature deserved to have whatever they could take. Men like Mr. Damon and Mr. Compton. Could anyone really deny that they were higher sorts than most other men? I don’t know that I can really explain it. It gets all confused in my head. But isn’t it sort of like survival of the fittest? They took me because they could, because they were the strongest, and Joey, if he would really think about it, would know that he is not in the same league as these men, and would know way down deep inside, that what they did was their right. And Derrick was that kind of man, too.
I decided it would be best not to draw too much attention to myself, so I decided to wear a white flared skirt that was sexy only because it is short and a white cashmere vee-neck that I decided looked more alluring without a bra than with. Actually, I went back and forth on that, thinking that I might draw too much attention to myself without a bra, but on the other hand, wanting to be at least a little tantalizing for Derrick. Tantalizing won out. White ankle strap pumps and particularly sheer thigh highs completed the look I wanted.
We’d agreed to meet at 8:00, but I wanted to be a little late so as not to look too terribly eager, though I was. I got there by taxi about 8:20 and found Derrick at the bar talking with another guy, who turned out to be some sports announcer on local television named Stan something or other. Derrick introduced me as his ‘date,’ which I liked, and after some inane sort of sports blah blah, Derrick took me to a table near the back, where we were finally alone.
‘You look hot, babe,’ Derrick grinned. ‘You see the way Stan was checking you out?’
I actually had noticed, but pretended not to.
‘I’m really a little nervous about being here,’ I said. ‘But I’m glad I came.’
‘Just relax, Baby. Let’s have a couple of drinks and reminisce.’
‘Reminisce?’ I said. ‘Derrick, we hardly ran in the same circles at school. You were way popular, and no one knew my name. But I do know stories about you,’ I giggled. ‘I was terribly interested in all the things I heard about you.’
‘Yeah, like what?’
‘You really want to know? They don’t speak highly of your moral character,’ I said grinning at him.
‘Sure, what did people say? I’ll tell you if they’re true.’
‘Well, there’s one story that you picked a new freshman chick to fuck every month. Is that true?’ I asked coyly.
‘Yep, and when I finished with her, I’d pass her on to my posse.’
‘Jesus, you are soooo bad! I also heard that maybe not all of the girls consented?’
‘You mean said, no? Some did, but I kind of ignore that. Easier that way.’
There was a time I would have been upset about such a remark, but after my experience with Mr. Damon and Mr. Compton, I understood completely. Like them, Derrick was a different breed. Like them, he could and should ignore ‘no’!
‘You are just awful, Derrick. But I guess it’s true that good girls do like bad boys,’ I said, smiling coyly into his eyes. ‘I also heard that you never use a condom and that you got at least six girls pregnant in high school, not counting Mrs. Martin.’
‘Eight.’
‘You have eight kids!’ I exclaimed.
‘I got one. The others got taken care of.’
‘Abortions?’
‘Yeah. The other bitch was this little freshman cunt who thought abortion was a sin or some shit like that.’
‘Did you get Mrs. Martin pregnant on purpose? I heard that you did.’
‘Long, weird story. First off her little pussy professor husband walked in on us one afternoon when I was fucking her, like just as I was ready to unload in her, and says something stupid like ‘what’s going on here?’ So I calmly get out of the bed, walk over to him, and punch the punk hard in the face. He just drops like a sack. I tell him, ‘Listen, punk, don’t ever disturb me when I’m about to blow my wad in your bitch’s cunt, got that?’ Then I kick walk out.”
‘Jeeze, Derrick. Weren’t you at all scared he’d do something?’
He just laughed. ‘Nah, he was a wimp, just like your husband. He ‘forgave’ her and I just kept on fucking her whenever I felt the urge. I used to make her come to school without panties and make her show a couple of buddies.’
‘And she did it?’ I asked in amazement.
‘Sure, just like you will. Anyway, about her getting knocked up. Her punk husband had some shit like low sperm count or something, so she was always taking her temperature and some other weird stuff and then scheduling sex with him. I never followed what was going on until some other cunt I was fucking put me wise. Like soon as I snapped to what was going on, I told her the second she was ready to call me. So she does, I pop a kid in her belly first time, her husband thinks it’s his, everybody’s happy.’
‘Does it feel weird to know the kid is yours?
‘Nah, means nothing to me.’
‘How about the one who wouldn’t get an abortion? Do you see that kid?’
‘No. Hey, let’s talk about something else, okay.’
‘Sure. Like what?’
‘Like how I’m going to fuck you tonight!’
‘How? Well, I guess you’re going to fuck me anyway you want, right?’ I said, breathlessly and brazenly.
‘Let’s finish these drinks and go out to my place. I want to check out that hot bod again.’
In the car, Derrick told me a little bit about his life since high school. He’d gotten a football scholarship to the state university and made All American in his junior year there, but in his senior year, he tore his knee apart, and after three surgeries everyone agreed his playing days were over. But he was lucky to have met a very wealthy booster at college who took a liking to him, and when he left, he set him up as the general manager of a very successful car dealership in town and gave him the use of his house in a very exclusive section of town known as Deer Park manor. That’s where we were heading now.
I asked him about his current relationship with Teri. He laughed and said that I had been the best thing for their relationship because after that night at the reunion she had gone on pills and a diet and took up a fitness routine at the gym and in the process had begun to rapidly shed weight. She was apparently quickly on her way to regaining her high school figure. I can’t say that pleased me, because I truly did relish looking so much better than she did, but how could I complain, really, since her boyfriend was taking me off to have sex with me.
‘Where is she tonight?’ I asked.
‘Back at her apartment.’ ‘Doesn’t she live with you?’ I asked, somewhat surprised.
‘Most of the time, but I told her she needed to keep her own place ’cause I needed space every once in a while. I need space tonight.’
‘I hope you won’t keep much space between us tonight!’ I teased.
He laughed and said he intended to invade my space very deeply! I could feel my nipples stiffen.
‘How’d a wimp like Joey get a hot body like you, Chloe,’ Derrick asked off handedly.
‘Maybe ’cause you didn’t ask,’ I kidded.
When we pulled into the driveway where Derrick lived, I was definitely impressed. It was a magnificent Tudor style house with a large, manicured lawn and lush gardens lit by soft yellow lighting that lent the entire landscape a soft, romantic appeal.
‘God, Derrick, this is beautiful.’
‘So are you, babe,’ he said, pulling me closer to him and bending down to kiss me.
His kiss was almost exactly what I expected: urgent, demanding, aggressive. It was perfect. My response was instant submission. I signaled in every way possible that I was now his to do what he wanted. When he reached down to pull my sweater over my head, I felt my heart begin to beat frenetically. Tonight, I was going to be what I promised at the reunion.
‘You have a fantastic rack, babe,’ he said holding both breasts in his hands while feeling their heft. ‘Fucking heavy, too! You had this rack in high school?’
‘They kinda grew all of a sudden in my sophomore year,’ I murmured.
‘Why the fuck didn’t you show them? I’d been on you so fast. God damn these are fine,’ he said, kneading my boobs forcefully now and pinching my straining nipples. ‘Well, their mine now and that’s all that counts,’ he said. ‘I’ll want to show a couple of friends this set, you know.’
I just nodded and said quietly, ‘Yes, of course….. Like you said, they’re yours now.’
Out of the car, I felt exotic and enticing, standing topless in the soft light of Derrick’s enchanting yard.
‘You’ve got a totally hot body, babe. I’m going to want to show that too. Now lose the mini’
I immediately unzipped the skirt and squirmed out of it, pleased at the way he looked at me and proud to be the source of his admiration. Standing now in nothing but thigh highs and heels, I watched him soak up my figure, running his hands over my hips onto my butt and then to my yearning clit. His touch there and his subtle penetration nearly buckled my knees. If he wanted to show me off, then I wanted him to show me off. Desperately!
‘Pick your clothes up and throw them in the trash over there. You won’t need them again.’
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