Finally, Some Good News (Part 3)

24 Dec

I want to suck your cock, she said. They were in her son’s bedroom. The boy was about 12 and he was sleeping. And I want you to suck my cock, he said. But he didn’t. They’d been doing coke for 90 minutes. It was cold in her house. He could feel his dick like a slimy canned mushroom.

He let her kneel down and take it out from his too tight pants and his day glo pink American Apparel underwear. There it was: a blue acorn. Her mouth was warm but there was a little coke in her spit and it made him feel like her tongue was wearing a medical glove. Listen, he said. let’s wait for this bump to wear off. We can talk.

She looked up at him and made sexy eyes. It was his birthday. He was 36. There was a small party outside; unrelated. People in her room. He had a trapped chunk of coke burning into his sinus by his eyeball. They’d been impatient chopping it up with his Costco card. He needed to block one nostril, hang his head back and snort up a big full breath of air through shuddering coke snot to get the rock into his throat but he couldn’t. He had to make a serious face back. Otherwise she’d feel insulted. Just let the little coke nugget abrade his flesh and bones, probably smoke through to his brain and give him a stroke. What can you do. I really like you, she said. He wanted to play Xbox.

It was his birthday but he’d had to buy the coke. Despite progress sex roles persist. The dealer came to Van Nuys in his cream colored Oldsmobile. You had to go out and sit in the car with him with the flashers on in the street. He was from Nicaragua. I’ve always wanted to visit Central America, he said, handing over folded cash. Don’t, said the dealer. Is very bad place.

Will he sleep through this, he said softly. Yeah he takes anti anxiety medication. His cock was still out in the chilly air and she went at it again. It worked this time. Bend over– here, he told her. She put her palms on the dresser and he pulled her skirt up and her panties down. They’d met on OKCupid. She worked for the public radio station. After a minute she said I want you to get me pregnant. I want you to choke me she said, but he was already cumming. As he pulled out dripping on the dresser he saw the boy’s eyes were open.

**********

Part 1

Part 2

7 Responses to “Finally, Some Good News (Part 3)”

  1. Soinclined December 24, 2016 at 1:36 pm #

    I hate it when that happens.

  2. Atlanta Man December 24, 2016 at 10:39 pm #

    Old School 2013 Delicious Tacos, I miss the degenerate drug abuser you used to be….

  3. Isaac December 25, 2016 at 6:10 pm #

    This is fucking great. Ending unneeded.

  4. Sexually Frustrated 16 Year Old Girl December 25, 2016 at 8:22 pm #

    I read something else about how only the dirt poor or the insanely rich can produce good art. So thanks for taking the sacrifice to produce good art.

  5. Dr Caveman December 27, 2016 at 3:16 pm #

    Morning after family breakfast must have been interesting…

  6. Anonymous December 28, 2016 at 8:13 pm #

    Mother of the year. 2012 I presume.

Trackbacks/Pingbacks

  1. Finally, Some Good News (Part 4) | delicioustacos - February 19, 2017

    […] Second Date […]

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: