Front Lawn Butt Sex

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I was pissed off. More pissed off than I could ever remember being. I wanted to kill him, put his neck between my fingers and squeeze until I felt better. I wanted to curl up with Ben, Jerry, and Cherry Garcia until it didn’t hurt anymore. I couldn’t believe it, how could he? What was wrong with me?

I put the jeep into park inches from the garage door, put my forehead on the steering wheel, and tried not to bawl right there in front of everybody. Well, it was two in the morning and the only thing around was the neighbor’s Lhasa Apso, but still, I wanted some dignity.

My cell rang, tinkling the merry little Fur Elise with its monochromatic whistles. I checked the number, shya right. I tossed the phone onto the floorboards and stomped over to the front porch. No way in hell I was gonna talk to him now. Not with the image of that redhead’s long legs wrapped around his skinny, cheating ass.

I’d only been sitting on the steps in front of my house for fifteen or so minutes when his hat-above-the-boulder-to-see-if-I-would-shoot showed up. Trust him to send Ryan when I was pissed at him, the fucking coward. I adored Ryan and he knew it. Good old Ryan. I narrowed my eyes while he climbed out of his Escort. Ryan.

“Mare? Don’t shoot!” He lifted his arms in mock surrender and sauntered to the porch. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. What’s up?”

“Me?” We both laughed at his obligatory joke. This time I looked at his crotch. The liar.

“Greg wants to see you.”

“Can’t imagine why. Oh, yeah, his Creed CD’s. You can take ‘em to him.”

“He loves you.”

I snorted in disbelief. “You haven’t lied to me yet, Rye, don’t start now.”

“Things, you know, happen.”

I did not want to hear this right now. “You want a Coke? I’m thirsty.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“I’ll be right back.” I let myself in the house while he took my spot on the porch. I thought about it for a full thirty seconds and headed to the bedroom instead of the kitchen. The stuff was on the dresser, right in the center like a shrine to ass. I’d even put a bow on it. That motherfucker. I grabbed the KY, snatched two Cokes from the fridge, and went back outside before I could change my mind.

“Greg-”

I cut him off, “-is history.”

“You aren’t even gonna give him a chance?”

“The man was fucking another woman.”

I didn’t think he’d have anything to say to that. I wondered if he’d try to make some lame excuse or try to explain away Greg’s infidelity. He didn’t, he took my Coke and drank it instead. He always did that.

“He’s been fucking her for weeks,” he said, staring at the lawn. “I should have told you.”

“Don’t drag yourself in the middle.”

“You don’t deserve that, no one does.”

“Wanna fuck?”

“He should have-” He stopped, choking on his Coke. “What?”

“I like ducks.”

“You asked me to fuck.”

“You turn me on.”

“But Greg-”

“Is now with someone else. I’m single, you’re single, what the hell. Anyway, you’re a good basketball player. Sometimes the best dunks are caught on the rebound.”

“Mary…”

I turned my head and stared off down the street, suddenly embarrassed. “Yeah, stupid idea. Sorry. You gonna watch the WCW Pay-per-view Sunday?”

The sounds of Fur Elise came from the floorboards of my jeep. Probably Greg wanting to know if Ryan had smoothed the way for him. I frowned and looked at Ryan, really looked at him like it was the first time. He’d been Greg’s best friend since kindergarten and mine for the five years I’d known him. He introduced me to Greg and he’d been there for me every time Greg had fucked something up. He’d even been there when I’d fucked something up.

“That’s Greg. He’ll come over when you answer the phone.”

“I don’t want to see him for awhile. I’m a little mad,” I said, such a lie. I was pissed the hell off. He didn’t call me on it. I slurped on some Coke and watched the neighbor’s dog take a sudden interest in the cat across the street. One of the things I loved about Rye was that the silences were always comfortable.

“Okay,” he said out of the blue.

“What?”

“Let’s fuck.”

“I thought we agreed that it wasn’t a good idea.”

“You’re right, it’s a great idea. I’m single, you’re single, why the hell not?” He set his empty can aside, took mine from me and set it aside, too. “We’ll just use each other. I’ll use you for sex and you can use me for revenge.”

“But-”

“But nothing. I haven’t had sex in months, I’m horny and you turn me on.”

My jaw dropped and I couldn’t think of a thing to say. So I’d originally planned to get a little revenge nookie, but I’d changed my mind. It’s a girl’s prerogative. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin my relationship with Ryan. He gave me his lopsided grin, the one that always made me smile and do whatever he wanted. I closed my gaping mouth and leaned toward him and he leaned toward me and suddenly we were kissing.

His tongue tentatively touched my lips, slowly worming across my mouth. I groaned and opened up to him. His tongue slipped inside of me, tasting the inside of my lips, my teeth, and then my tongue. Oh my gawd, I was kissing Ryan. My best friend. An electric shiver started somewhere around my pussy and jolted through the rest of me. My nipples went from disinterested to rock hard solid so fast they broke the sound barrier.

I was kissing Ryan, the awareness of simply doing that was hotter than anything I could remember doing in years.

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