Confessions of a West Palm Slut – The Rising – Chapter 11

My curiosity peaked. Marco and Courtney knew each other, but how? I wanted to ask her but not with June around. June had a way of making me tell on myself and I wasn’t ready to let Courtney know what had transpired 120 seconds before she walked through that door.Part of me felt as though June instinctively knew. She would shoot me looks as if to say, “I know what you just did.” Of course, she didn’t actually know Marco’s dick unloaded into my mouth moments earlier, but that didn’t stop me from going to the bathroom just to make sure there wasn’t any cum on my mouth or shirt.Thankfully, June didn’t stay long but not before stopping to say goodbye.“It’s good to see you again Kelly. You might want to touch up that lipstick a tad.”As the door shut, I wondered whether that was June being nice or whether there was some other cryptic message behind it.I wasn’t going Ankara escort to waste any time figuring that out. Instead, I changed into some shorts and a shirt and went down to talk to Courtney. She was laying in her bed so I hopped on the other side and climbed under the covers myself.“So…how was the wedding?”“It was okay. A lot of drinking, drama, and people asking why I’m not married yet.”“Ooh, that doesn’t sound like a lot of fun.”“No. I guess it wasn’t,” Courtney sighed.“What was Marco doing here?” Courtney asked.“He came over for drinks with Debbie and Jay two days ago. He came to pick up a hat he had left here,” I lied.“You and he didn’t…” Courtney’s voice trailed off.“Oh no. Me and Pat, yes. Me and Marco, no.”“Pat? The midget?”“He’s not a midget Court. Stop being so mean.”“I mean, I don’t know why I’m surprised,” Ankara escort bayan Courtney said rolling her eyes.Courtney’s judgment of my sex life was on display again but I cautioned myself against taking the bait.“So you never told me. How do you know Marco?” I asked.“His sister and I were good friends once upon a time.”“And now?”“She’s gone. Not something I care to talk about.”“I have to get ready for work tonight,” Courtney said as she emerged naked from beneath the covers and walked into the bathroom.I walked up to my room and sent a text message to Clint. I needed to know the whole story. I was worried that he might be mad at me for slapping his face earlier in the day. But to my surprise, his response was short:”Come over.”I arrived at Clint’s apartment. It was dirty and messy, even for a guy. There were clothes Escort Ankara and food and bottles everywhere. He was still drunk which was actually ideal for me. He was much more chatty when drunk. Also, there was no way his penis would be able to get hard enough to have sex.”So,” I started, “you owe me some stories about Courtney’s past.””That’s why you wanted to come over,” Clint slurred. “I thought you had a change of heart regarding my caress from earlier.””No Clint, I did not have a change of heart.””Does this mean we aren’t fucking?””Yes. We aren’t fucking.””Fine then. No stories.”I was furious. Clint was being his typical asshole self. I swear the men in this town had some nerve sexually.”Fuck you, Clint. You owe me some stories.””Not without sex Kelly. Fair trade. Or you can keep running your mouth and I’ll return that slap you gave me earlier.””Or I’ll just smack you again Clint!”With that, Clint stood up and put his hand around my throat. The pressure being applied by his hand and the look in his blurry eyes told me he was serious.”Trade or leave,” Clint whispered aggressively. “But not another word out of you until you do one or the other.”