Blowjob

Scott zips up his pants, Tracy falls back on her heels; she's holding her fingers out every which way.

Scott:
Do you need a rag or a towel or something? I'll get you a towel.

Tracy:
Do have like- any gum?

Scott:
Oh uh- gum no I don't sorry- do you want some mouthwash or something? I have mouthwash in my bathroom if you want that.

Tracy:
Do you have a toothbrush I could use too?

Scott:
Oh uh- yeah I've got a toothbrush- just look in the first drawer on the left and you'll see a blue one and that's mine- there should be some toothpaste in there too.

Tracy:
Is it whitening?

Scott:
Whitening? I don't know- maybe.

Tracy:
Could you get that towel now?

Scott:
Oh right.

He gets a white towel from the linen closet and hands it to Tracy.

Tracy:
Thanks.

Scott:
Oh uh you're welcome- thank you- I mean- that is to say-

Tracy:
Its fine- you said the second on the left?

Scott:
Yeah- second on the left- that's right.

Tracy:
And you don't know if it's whitening?

Scott:
Nope- not quite sure- sorry.

Tracy:
OK.

Tracy goes to the bathroom. Scott quickly finds his cell phone and dials his friend George's number. George answers lazily on the other end as exhales smoke.

George:
Yeahello?

Scott:
George-

George:
Scottie boy- how are things?

Scott:
Well all things considered I'd say-

George:
Tracy Winter sucked your cock didn't she?

Scott:
Whoa- for fucks sake how did you know that?

George:
Well after that little conversation we had yesterday- I gave ol' Tracy a call and tipped her off. Its cool man- she loves taking on a virgin- or taking in a virgin I guess you would say.

Scott:
Jesus Christ.

George:
Well you should be thanking me Scottie baby- phenomenal wasn't it?

Scott:
Yeah- yeah it was good- but one question George-

George:
Lay it on me stud muffin.

Scott:
Shut up- don't call me that.

George:
Is that your question?

Scott:
What? No- my question is- well what the fuck do I do now?

George:
What do mean?

Scott:
I mean what? Am I supposed to eat her out now- or am I supposed to I don't know man. I've never done anything like that before. She asked for whitening toothpaste.

George:
Haha no fucking kidding. She did the same thing to me- kind of a strange thing when you really think about it- I mean she sucks enough dicks in a week to have teeth as white as the polar ice caps. Crazy fucking bitch.

Scott:
Well what the fuck- I mean did you hear the first part of my question?

George:
The well what the fuck part?

Scott:
What? No- am I supposed to eat her out or pay her or what?

George:
Haha- yeah- if you want to get your nuts fed to the fireplace you could snap a few bills in her G string.

Scott: Well what about- ah shit she's coming- I gotta go.

Scott hangs up the phone. Tracy walks in the room smoking a cigarette.

Scott:
So- uh was it whitening?

Tracy:
No actually- anti cavity- but it did the trick- you didn't have any mouthwash.

Scott:
Are you sure I thought I had some cinnamon mouthwash under there- it's red.

Tracy:
I won't using anything non-name brand- that was store brand.

Scott:
Oh- uh no shit? Is that just a policy of yours or what?

Tracy:
What do you mean a policy? What like I do this all the time or something? Is that what you're saying? You're saying I'm some kind of fucked up slut who goes around sucking ever cock that's shoved in my face? Is that what your saying Steve?

Scott:
It's Scott actually- and no of course not- I just meant you know regularly- even around the house- not just after a blowjob- I mean-

Tracy:
Whatever- what the fuck ever- you hang out too much with that asshole George. About the only thing he has to offer the world is an eight inch dick.

Scott:
Oh God.

Tracy:
But I agreed to this for one reason only buster- only one fucking reason- because I thought you sounded like a nice guy- like a good guy who would appreciate my company.

Scott:
But we barley talked before-

Tracy:
Yeah well- that's all I needed to hear. You know how you hear that a girl can tell weather or not she'll fuck a guy in the first five minutes of meeting him? Well that's true- and I just thought you where a good guy- but I guess I was wrong.

Scott:
Hey- look- I like you too- do you want me to you know- do something- for you?

Tracy:
What the fuck are you talking about?

Scott:
Like you know- return the favor?

Long pause.

Tracy:
What?!

Scott:
What? I didn't mean-

Tracy:
What so you think we're going to like- what? Start a relationship now is that it? You think this is something that's going to happen regularly? I suck you're dick and you eat my pussy? And you think that later on we'll fuck or something? Is that what you think?

Scott:
I was just trying to-

Tracy:
Yeah well you can fucking forget about it man- I'm telling every girl in school to stay away from you because you have a tiny dick and herpes- we'll see how many more blowjobs you get from now on.

Scott:
What?!

Tracy:
Ooh- now he's scared- he's scared because his almighty penis is in danger of being made fun of- he's scared because he may never have contact again with a good hearted girl like me again- I'm fucking out of here- you can take that almighty penis of yours and shove it right up your pee hole.

Tracy storms out of the house. Scott quickly finds his phone and dials George.

George:
George's phone- George speaking.

Scott:
Jesus Christ dude- she just flipped out- she just flipped the fuck out-

George:
Whoa- calm down there Scottie. Breathe. Now tell me- slowly- what happened? Who flipped the fuck out?

Scott:
Who?! Who the fuck do you think? The girl- fucking Tracy- she flipped her fucking wig.

George:
OK- Tracy. What happened?

Scott:
That's the thing- I have no fucking clue- she just got pissed off when I asked her if she wanted her me to return the favor-

George:
OK wait a second- what do you mean return the favor?

Scott:
I mean- you know I asked if she wanted me to- you know- eat her out.

George:
Ha! You did what?! Ha that's too good.

Scott:
What? I don't get it what's wrong with that?

George:
Don't worry about Scottie- she's a crazy bitch- she's probably not used to servicing nice guys like you. Hell- the most somebody's probably ever said to her after a blowjob is 'wipe your face and leave my parents are on the way home'. Ha- I wouldn't even want to glance at her pussy man- probably got fleas and lice and shit crawling around in there.

Scott:
She said- she said she's going to tell everybody at school I have a tiny dick and herpes man. What about that? What am I supposed to do about that shit?

George:
Forget about it- she'll probably forget your name by the time she gets into her car- she'll get you mixed up with all the other blowjobs she's got scheduled for this afternoon.

Scott:
What is it with you man? Have you no respect for this girl?

George:
I can't have respect for a girl who begs for me to come down her throat.

Scott:
You are a heartless motherfucker you know that?

George:
Come on George- don't become a slave to the pussy just because you got good blowjob- there are hundreds more out there just waiting for you- if you become jaded by the first- you'll never enjoy the rest- pace yourself man.

Scott:
I just feel sorry for this girl you know? What kind of fucked up childhood must she have had to give guys like you and I blowjobs when she barley knows us?

George:
Who gives a fuck man?

Scott:
Well in case you hadn't picked up on it yet- I do- I want to help this girl somehow.

George:
You're talking crazy man. Are you stoned?

Scott:
Yes. Yes I am stoned- but that has nothing to do with this don't you get it? I mean she probably walks around with her mouth open like that hoping that one day some dick will go in there that's attached to a guy who gives two fucks about what happens to her after she leaves with a cum stained towel in her hand.

George:
You need a nap or something- sleep off the weed. You'll feel better.

Scott:
No fuck that man- weed doesn't change my personality- it intensifies it, what you're hearing now is the real me. I don't want this feeling to go away- I like this girl and I'd like to see her again. Not just for a blowjob but to talk to her- to learn about what she likes, what she loves, what she's afraid of. I want to learn about everything that she holds dear- I want to hear about her family, her past, her future, her present, what music she likes, what movies she likes, who her friends are, what she dreams about when she sleeps at night. I want to get closer to her and study her eyes and notice if they change shade when the light hits them a certain way. I want to feel her hips in my hands and her lips on mine, I want her to hang her troubles on me and sing her favorite songs to me over the phone. I want to pass notes into her locker with poems about how good of a fuck she is, how beautiful she is, how good she smells, how she keeps me warm when I'm cold. I want to be there for here, I want her to be there for me, I want to like her, I want to love her, I want to hold her close until the sky caves in and the universe cracks in half while fireworks explode hundreds of miles in the distance. I want to grow old with her and I want to die with her. I want everything about her that is good, everything that is bad, everything that is sexual and beautiful and violent and surreal and stormy and lusty and everything under the stars that she counts for in this crazy world we crawl on. Everything, everything right now faster than the blink of an eye.

George:
So why the fuck are you still talking to me?

Scott:
Well I don't have her number.

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