Chapter Eight
"I like the neon lights." Tomas walked around my vintage red 1986 Chevy pickup truck.
"Yeah, I thought it gave it the modern look." I grinned at him.
"You got a nitrous express kit as well?"
"Nah, just upgraded the engine, transmission and fuel."
"Oh you taking more octanes?"
"You better believe it." I zipped up my leather jacket and grinned at him.
"Dude you look like James dean." Tomas looked me over. "Very cool."
"I might just be the coolest dude in Charleston."
"Not cooler than me." He shook his head and then paused. "Whoa, mamacita. Isn't that Clementine? She's like sexy as shit." His eyes bulged as he looked to the right of me. I turned around and looked to see her. My heart stopped beating as I stared at her walking in a pair of tight black leather pants and a white top. Her hair was curled and she was grinning from ear to ear. I stared at her body and shifted as I felt myself growing hard. Then I saw Elliott next to her and frowned.
"Who's the dude?" Tomas sounded taken aback.
"Some a*shole." I muttered as my eyes narrowed. This guy was seriously getting under my skin.
"Yo, you need to take care of him." Tomas hissed. "He looks like a papi chulo."
"He looks like a douche."
"Man I think I know him." Tomas frowned. "What's his name?"
"Elliott." I grunted, not able to stop myself from staring at Clementine.
"Yeah, that's him." Tomas nodded. "He dated this chick I used to mess with last year. Apparently he's packing." He made a face. "Not that I know personally, but this girl, Jackie, she said he was into some kinky ass shit."
"Like what?" I frowned and looked at him.
"He likes f*cking up the ass." Tomas made a face. "And he's into that bdsm shit."
"Huh, okay." I frowned. "Clementine's not down for that."
"Dude, you know these bitches. They down for everything. You know how many chicks tell me they don't suck cock? You know how many chicks I got sucking my cock at every traffic light?" Tomas raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm not trying to raise no trouble. I don't know what you and Clementine got, big Elliott ain't no sheep. He looks all innocent, but that dude be f*cking at sex clubs and all sorts of shit."
"Sex clubs?" I looked at Tomas in disbelief and then back at Elliott and Clementine. "Really?"
"I'm just telling you what I heard." Tomas shrugged and I felt myself tensing up again.
"Hold on, stay by the truck. I'm going to go and get them. I'll be right back." I made my way over to Clementine time and touched her on the shoulder. "Hey you." I smiled at her as she grinned at me.
"Hey." She reached out and gave me a big hug. "I've been looking for you."
"I'm over there with Tomas." I pointed to the corner of the parking lot and grabbed her arm. "Come and see the truck."
"Elliott's here as well." She nodded behind her and smiled widely. "He was excited to see all the trucks."
"Sure he was." I said slowly and nodded in his direction. I knew that Elliott had no interest in vintage pickup trucks. He just didn't want to see me and Clementine go anywhere without him. "Come." I grabbed her hand and led her across the packed parking lot. There must have been at least 35 trucks and about two hundred people there already. Everyone was talking loud and fast and someone was blasting some Kenny Chesney through their car speakers.
"Are you hungry?" I asked as we made our way to my truck. I could see some guys staring at her with lewd stares and it was pissing me off.
"A bit." She shrugged. "I think Elliott and I are going to go and eat afterwards."
"Oh where are you going? Maybe I'll come too."
"Oh." She bit her lip and looked behind. "I don't know."
"You don't know what?" I gave her a quick look and noticed she was nibbling her lower lip.
"I think Elliott wanted us to have a private dinner."
"Oh I'm sure he won't mind me coming along." I smiled widely. "Right, Elliott?" I looked behind and gave a big smile. "You're a champ aren't you?"
"What?" He gave me a dirty look and I saw him staring at my hand on Clementine’s arm.
"Nothing." I smiled at him. "We can talk over dinner."
"Rhett." Clemmie shook her head at me. "You're horrible."
"I'm not so bad." I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"What's that for?" She gave me a surprised look.
"For being my rock." I grinned. "Thanks for coming out, even if it wasn't with me."
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." She grinned at me and reached over and flicked something off of my face. "You had a bug on your cheek." She whispered and we stared at each other for a few seconds.
"Thanks for being my bug protector as well."
"You're a goof." She rolled her eyes. "Hey Tomas." She smiled at Tomas as we stopped at the car.
"Hey ms sexy."
"Tomas." She giggled. "Stop." She paused and then grabbed a sour looking Elliott. "Elliott this is Tomas. He's one of Rhett's good friends."
"Hi." Elliott nodded.
"Nice to meet you idiot." Tomas spoke in a highly accented voice and I snickered.
"It's Elliott." Elliott frowned.
"That's what I said." Tomas spoke slowly. "Idiot."
"Whatever." Elliott rolled his eyes. "I'm ready to go whenever you are honey." He put his arms around Clementine’s waist and pulled him towards him. "Oh you're cold." He rubbed her shoulders and I bit my lower lip and looked away.
"Just a bit." She nodded. "Hey, Penelope's coming by the way."
"Oh?" I made a face. "Yay."
"Don't be mean, Rhett." She gave me a stern look.
"I'm never mean." I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"So doesn't she look great?" I pointed at the truck.
"She looks gorgeous." Clementine nodded and admired the truck. "You've outdone yourself this time, Rhett."
"This time?" Elliott spoke up. "You've done this more than once?"
"This is the fourth vintage truck I've fixed up."
"Oh." He didn't look impressed. "I guess you don't study much, so you have time."
"Yeah, that's it." I rolled my eyes and turned to Tomas. "Dude, I need a beer. You got any?"
"Here you go." He threw me a van of bud light. "I bought a 24 pack so I got you covered."
"Thank you." I grinned at him and opened the beer. "Want some?" I handed the can to Clementine and she nodded and chugged.
"Thanks." She handed it back to me with a smile.
"That's not very hygienic." Elliott frowned at us.
"You think not?" I laughed. "I used her toothbrush a few weeks ago. I'm guessing that's way worse."
"Rhett." She made a face at me. "That's gross."
"Hey, what's some shared food particles?" I grinned at her and she shook her fist at me while Elliot's eyes narrowed at me. I took another chug of beer and let out a large burp. "Why, excuse me?" I winked at Clementine and she laughed.
"I swear he's not normally like this." She looked over at Elliott and I could see him frowning and whispering something. "We can't leave yet." She whispered back. "Penelope isn't even here yet."
I turned to Tomas and raised my eyebrows at him. "I’m done, gimme another."
"Here you go bro." He threw me another can and opened another one himself. "Dude, did I tell you that bartender called me the other night."
"Oh yeah?"
"I titty f*cked her all night." He grinned.
"Nice." I grinned at him.
"Really guys?" Elliott sounded pissed. "That's not appropriate talk in front of a lady."
"My bad." Tomas apologized. "Would you rather talk about how you like to take them up the ass?" He paused and took another chug of beer as Elliott's face grew red. "What I wanna know is why you like it up the ass more than the p-ssy? Actually don't tell me, it's cos you can't impregnate them up the ass, isn't it?" He took another chug of beer and grinned at me. We all stood there in silence and I could see Elliott fuming. I looked to see if Clementine was upset, but felt a warm feeling spreading through me as I saw her lips twitching, that's my girl I thought. She hasn't lost her twisted sense of humor.
"It's Penelope." Clementine pulled her ringing phone out of her pocket. "Hold on, I'm coming to get you." She shouted into the phone. "Stay at the front." She gave me a quick look. "I'm going to go and get Penelope. I'll be right back."
"I'll come with you." Both Elliott and I exclaimed, but she shook her head.
"You guys stay here. I'll be fine by myself. I'll be right back." She quickly left the group and walked away with all three of us staring at her pert ass as she walked away.
"Damn, but she's fine." Tomas exclaimed and threw me another beer.
"Yeah, she is." Elliott exclaimed and smiled. "I'm going to enjoying feeling up on her ass tonight."
"What did you say?" I froze and looked at him with hatred in my eyes.
"I said I'm going to enjoy feeling up on her ass tonight." He repeated with a tight smile. "And sucking on her nipples." He licked his lips. "She's got some big ol' titties." He grinned. "Maybe she'll let me titty f*ck her." He looked over at Tomas. "Thanks for the idea. I know she's a Virgin, so I might not be able to f*ck her for a few weeks, but I can wait. Her p-ssy is sure to be sweet and tight." He stared right at me. "But who knows, she might let me titty f*ck her tonight instead."
"I swear if you lay a hand on her, you jackass." I grabbed him around the neck and pulled him towards me. "I will f*ck your sorry ass up, mother f*cker."
"I'm so scared." He spit out, but I could see that his eyes were afraid of what I was going to done next. I was so angry that I was about to hit him, but then I saw Clementine walking back towards us with Penelope. I didn't need to give them any more reasons to make me look bad. I let go of his shirt and stepped back and opened a new can of beer and chugged it all down.
"We're back." Clementine walked over to me and looked me in the face. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." I looked away from her.
"Hmm." She frowned. "You don't look good."
"I'm fine." I looked at her briefly and I could see the worry in her face. "I'm fine, trust me."
"Okay." She sighed and looked over at Elliott who was talking to Penelope. "Do you want a beer guys?"
"No thanks." They both shook their heads. I stared at Penelope. She was wearing a black strapless dress with no bra. Her titties were practically popping out the top of the dress. She wasn't leaving much to the imagination and I saw Tomas staring at her as well.
"Nice dress." I called over to her and looked down. It barely covered her ass and I wondered if she'd worn it deliberately hoping to get laid tonight.
"Thanks." She nodded and looked away from me with a small smile. I stared at her for a second and remembered what Jake had said. Maybe he'd been right. Maybe she was so pissy towards me because she had a thing for me. She wouldn't be the first one to fall for my baby blues.
I watched as Clementine walked over to Elliott and he stood behind her and put his arms around her waist. He started kissing her neck and I saw his hands moving up and down her stomach and dangerously close to her breasts. I started breathing heavier as I watched them. What the f*ck was Clementine doing allowing him to touch her like that? I saw him whispering something in her ears and she stared laughing.
Tomas walked closer to me and handed me another beer. "Damn I hate to say it bro, but looks like he wasn't lying. She looks like she's minutes away from allowing him to squeeze her titties."
"Tomas, I'm warning you." I shook my head at him and took another long sip of beer.
"Yo I know she's your friend from childhood and all, but looks like she's finally growing up." He shrugged. "She's f*cking hot as hell. I can't say I wouldn't be trying myself if he wasn't with her. I don't know how you've resisted all these years." He continued talking and I found myself growing cold. I didn't want to hear about Clementine being hot. I didn't want to see her letting that douche feel her up.
"Hey Clementine, wanna go and..." I started and she stopped my head before I even finished my sentence.
"Sorry Rhett." She shook her head. "Elliott is not feeling so good so we're going to go back to his place."
"Go back to his place?" I froze. Was she for real?
"Yeah, we're leaving now." Elliott grinned at me. "Have fun with the trucks. We’ll be having our own fun." He winked at me and I felt my face growing hot.
"Clementine." I walked over to her. "I need to talk to you."
"We can talk later, Rhett." She shook her head. "You've for Tomas and Penelope here. I'll talk to you later."
"Clementine." I grabbed her arm. "We need to talk now."
"Not now Rhett." She frowned and shook her head. "Elliott and I are leaving now."
"Fine." I turned around and shook my head. "What the hell ever." I watched as they left and I felt empty inside.
"So what you up to tonight?" Penelope walked over to me and gave me a small smile.
"Not much." I shrugged and took another chug of beer. I looked at her and gave her a small smile. Then I made the mistake of looking down and gazing at her huge almost exposed breasts. "That's a really nice dress." I stared at her tits for a few more seconds and then back at her.
"Thanks." She blushed. "I figured you'd notice it."
"Why are you such a bitch to me?" I sipped some more beer and asked her honestly.
"I don't know." She shrugged and looked down.
"Hey guys, my bartender friend just texted me." Tomas interrupted us with a huge grin. "I'm out."
"See ya." I pat him on the back and watched him walking away. "Guess he's going to have a good night."
"We could have a good night too." She licked her lips and leaned towards me.
"Oh?" I looked into her eyes with interest, wondering what she was propositioning. I needed to keep my mind off of Clementine and Elliott.
"I don't know, take me out in the truck and we can see where it leads us."
"I'm not going to be able to move this truck for hours." I shrugged and looked around. "It's packed in the lot tonight."
"Maybe we can just sit in the back and talk then." She asked softly.
"Okay." I nodded and downed the rest of my beer. "Hold on." I grabbed my phone and checked to see if Clementine had text me to apologize for just leaving without talking. There was nothing. I put my phone back in my pocket and grabbed her arm. "Come." I opened the door and let her get in first. She slid down in the back seat and I crawled in after her and closed the door. "So what do you wanna talk about?" I stared at her through tired eyes. All I wanted to do was go to bed and try to sleep off my anger. Then I wanted to call Clementine and go off on her.
"I don't want to talk." Penelope said quietly and I looked over at her and saw that she'd pulled the top of her dress down.
"Alrighty then." I nodded and smiled. "So what do you want to do?"
"I don't have any panties on either." She grabbed my hand and pushed it up her dress. She pushed my fingers against her naked p-ssy and I felt her wetness.
"You don't shave?" I asked curiously and pulled my hand away, a bit turned off by how easy she was being.
"Do you really care?" she moved towards me and tried to kiss me. I avoided her lips and moved to the side. I felt her hands rubbing the front of my pants and I closed my eyes. I stared feeling like shit, but then I remembered Clementine and Elliott and the hurry they were in to leave. I felt Penelope unzipping my jeans and pulling my cock out. Her face fell to my lap and yet I couldn't get hard. I sat back and tried to relax, but I just wasn't feeling her. I tried to imagine it was Clementine's face in my lap and I felt myself hardening.
"Oh yeah big boy." Penelope whispered as she sucked me off and I pushed her head down. I didn't want to hear her voice. If I heard her voice my mind would know it wasn't Clementine. She bobbed her head up and down on my lap and I reached down and grabbed her tits and squeezed. She moved back to sit on my lap but I pushed her down.
"Not yet." I shook my head and adjusted myself so I was in front of her. I grabbed her tits and pushed them together and moved my cock up and started titty f*cking her. Her eyes widened and I turned my face away from her. I didn't want to see her face. Looking at her made me feel guilty and I could feel myself growing soft as my body realized I was with her and not Clementine. After about a minute, she must have realized that my cock was no longer hard and she reached out and started rubbing it again, but it didn't help. I pulled away from her and shifted on the seat.
"Sorry, I must be too drunk." I lied as I looked at the disappointment on her face.
"Let me blow you again." She leaned forward and reached for my cock. "I'll get you hard with mouth and then I can ride you."
"I don't have any condoms." I lied and shrugged. "My bad."
"Oh." She sat back and looked at me with an anxious face. "You can go down on me if you want or you can suck my tits." Her voice trailed off and I stared at her trying to hide my disgust. What were we doing here? How had it come to this? I'd much preferred her when she was being a bitch.
"Maybe next time." I shook my head and looked away. "Maybe you should pull your dress up." I opened the door and got out of the truck. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and grabbed it quickly.
"Sorry I couldn't talk before I left. Elliott has been a bit jealous over our friendship, so I figured I should just go. :("
My heart warmed at Clementine’s text. "It's fine. Just don't do it again." I hit send and waited for a response.
"What you doing?" Penelope got out of the back of the truck and I looked up at her.
"Nothing." I looked away, barely able to look her in the face. Her boobs were still almost popping out and all I could think about was my cock shriveling up as I'd tried to titty f*ck her.
"Do you want to go back to your place?" She walked over to me, pleading in her eyes. "I can drive us."
"Nah." I shook my head and text Clementine. "What are you doing?"
"Going home, it's a long story."
"Oh no!" Yes! I thought to myself.
"I'll talk more later. Ttyl." She text back and I bit my lower lip wondering what was going on.
"So what do you want to do?" Penelope asked me softly.
"I'm about to peace out." I shrugged. "I think we should both catch a ride home. To our separate homes."
"Am I going to see you again?" She bit her lower lip and I cursed myself mentally. Why had I attempted a drunken hookup with Clementine’s friend?
"Sure." I nodded and wondered how I was going to tell Clemmie I had messed around with her friend.
"Okay." She smiled. "Maybe we can go on a double date with Clementine and Elliott." She ran her hands through her hair. "I think that will be fun."
"Uh huh." I smiled weakly at her.
"It's a pity you were drunk." She giggled. "You really seemed to enjoy my mouth though."
I shuddered as I stared at her and I felt myself stilling. I had only grown hard because I had been thinking about Clementine going down on me. I groaned as I realized this was the second time I had needed to think of Clementine before feeling horny. What was happening to me? I groaned inwardly as I thought about how jealous I felt about Clementine and Elliott. I f*cking had a hard-on for Clemmie. I knew that every fiber of my body wanted to be in her. I needed to taste and touch every inch of her. Only then would I be able to function as I used to before. I sighed as I realized what a precarious position our friendship would be in if we f*cked. I didn't want to risk it. She was worth more than sex to me.
"You okay, Rhett?" Penelope frowned at me and I shook my head.
"Nah. I gotta go home." I closed my eyes as I realized just how f*cked up everything was. "I gotta go home."