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A Girl Named July |
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By Margo Perry
“Don’t know if I’m hungrier or hornier,” Mike beefed, as we rolled into Seaview Diner’s parking lot.
His life was ordered by a sequence of hungers and satisfactions that left me, his work partner and everybody else close to him, in permanent second, third or fourth place.
One day, I’ll stand up to him. One day.
My stomach growled loudly. “Let’s get fed, then you can run off and do what you gotta’ do.”
We were undercover detectives presently trolling the dark waters of drugs, guns and prostitution. The livin’ was easy when swimming with the small fish, but the trophies we needed to catch were upstream and we weren’t even close. It would take time.
Mike got off on the whole thing. He’d stay in character, on duty and off, until the case was closed. I, on the other hand, returned to my normal whenever it was safe.
Mike came from wealth and his sense of entitlement made him brash and unpredictable. He’d graduated law school, to satisfy the demands of his grandfather’s trust, but didn’t bother to sit for the bar exams. Instead, much to his parents chagrin, he followed his heart, joining the police force as he’d always intended.
“Let’s go.” He climbed out of his Mercedes SUV, grabbing his crotch and massaging his cock and balls. He had itches that needed to be scratched.
“Oh man,” he said. “I need pussy bad.”
I pitied the next female to cross Mike’s path. That he was married and could go home to his wife’s warm bed wasn’t relevant. He was on the prowl for ‘new’ flesh, urgent, but temporary, and without liability. When he was like this, I couldn’t stand being around him. I was an extra in his drama and he would embarrass me, run roughshod over me or discard me, if I stood in the way of what he wanted.
We’d been partying all night with pushers who pretended to be more important to the Organization than they were; wannabees desperate to climb the same ladder we needed to ascend. Last night, they’d offered their women as rewards for the great heroin buy and sell we’d managed, pure stuff that had already been turned over, analyzed, booked and stored in Evidence. We’d both resisted temptation, but I was left tired and hungry; Mike randy and ready.
“Hey Josh.”
The voice beckoned from a booth in the back corner of the place. The hairs on my arms stood up and my skin tingled.
July ...
“Hello,” Mike said, already striding toward her.
I hurried after him, but he had already squeezed into the booth beside my friend.
“Mike, meet July. July, Mike.”
Mike twisted toward her, intimacy and warmth oozing from every pore. “You must be the only walking, talking July on the planet and that makes you very, very special.” Mike leaned into her, his eyes openly caressing the magnificent breasts that stressed the cotton of her white T-shirt. “How’d you come by that appellation?”
He was too buff and handsome for anybody’s good.
“I was named July after the month of my birth. It was the only way my drunken father could be sure he’d remember my name and my birthday.”
“That’s some shit,” Mike laughed.
“That’s some truth,” I said, remembering those times when my Mom had to rescue July and her brother from mornings without breakfast and days full of violence, vile reproaches and woozy recriminations.
In that moment we were both locked in the memory of our of parents’ poverty, our mothers’ hard work and determination to make things better for us children.
“Haven’t seen you in forever, Josh, and I’ve missed you. Everything alright?”
“Absolutely and I’ve missed you, too. How are you doing?”
“Great! I love my work, but I’ve been at it all night,” July said, taking a long swig of her coffee. “Order me the #2 Special: Eggs over easy with crisp bacon and twelve grain toast. I’ll be right back.”
Her magnificent breasts led the way, tight over her tits, but loose everywhere else. Her black skirt fell over her generous hips and down to her ankles.
“That one’s built for sex and she knows how to use it,” Mike said.
We watched her strut, hips swaying, tits bouncing, until she disappeared into the washrooms.
“One look at those tits and you forget her plain pain of a face,” Mike said.
“She ain’t that bad,” I said, defensively. She was my friend; not the prettiest, not the ugliest, but she fell into the same attractive category that most women settled in.
“How do you know her? It’s pretty early for a lone girl to be out for breakfast. Is she pimped out? Drugged out?”
I felt like hitting him.
“Neither, man. She’s a good girl from the hood. I’ve known her since we were kids. Raised in the projects together. She works at Pageant Haven, the long term care facility down the road.”
“Are you hittin’ it?”
I was getting agitated.
“No. She’s like a little sister to me. Her brother was collateral damage in a drive-by about five years ago. She was only seventeen and they were real close. She went kind of nuts for awhile: Whoring around, smoking a lot, some petty theft, dumb stuff. One day, she suddenly decided she wanted to look after the elderly. She went to school and the rest, as they say, is history. The whole neighbourhood was proud of her.”
Mike stared off in the distance and I checked my watch: Sunday, 6:00 AM. I looked around. Except for us, the diner was empty.
“What can I get you boys? There’s a beautiful breeze out there, if you’d like to eat on the terrace.”
“Good plan,” Mike said. “We’ll head out as soon as our guest returns, Milly.”
Our guest?
Mike was warming up and Milly grinned into his handsome face, happy that he’d called her by her tag name. “July’s one of my regulars and I already made the offer. She never sits outside. She turned me down.”
“How could anybody turn you down?” Mike was on a charm offensive and I wished we’d gone straight home, after our shift. “Here she comes, July in July.”
Mike got up, bowing, giving her no choice but to squeeze past him. I watched his arm graze her breast, watched her nipples respond. My cock stirred and my heart pounded with a mix of jealousy and the instinct to protect July. “How about taking this out to my private terrace? There’s a lovely breeze just waiting for us.”
“Sounds like a plan.” July said.
Although we’d never been more than friends, I didn’t want July in Mike’s sights. They were a bad mix. He was married, but faithless, and July could be reckless and then vulnerable and sorry.
“I’ll get your order in,” Milly said, rushing toward the kitchen, as if she were serving royalty.
“You smell delicious,” Mike whispered, too close to July’s ear.
“Hospital soap,” July laughed. “Best thing for washing death off my skin.” She gazed through the window. “One of my favourites, a ninety year gentleman died last night. I’ll really miss him.”
“Lots of death in both our businesses,” Mike said, taking her hand in both his own, stroking, turning her hand palm up to trace her lifeline with one seductive finger. “How do you deal with it?”
“I jump into the shower, cry a little and get on with it.”
“We saw an eighteen year old overdose a few nights ago. Death makes me sad, but horny. Like I want to replace that life or something,” Mike said.
The only time I’d seen Mike sad was when his grandfather passed.
“Me, too,” she said. “Once I’ve cried, I get horny enough to scream.”
“Like now,” he said, so softly that I barely caught it.
“Like now,” I heard her say.
A look passed between them, and sirens went off in my head. I could feel a tension headache coming on.
Not July. Anybody, but July.
“Let’s go outside,” Mike said.
I felt like a third wheel that was being run off the road. I hadn’t realized until Mike draped his arm carelessly over July’s shoulder, how much I cared about her, how offended I was by Mike’s easy familiarity. They had walked ahead of me, heads together, whispering and giggling. I, on the other hand, found myself in lock step with our waitress and her big tray.
“Let me carry that,” I said. After all, Milly was old enough to be my mother.
“It’s alright, dear,” she said.
I was useless, even to Milly, but it was a beautiful morning and I was determined to enjoy my breakfast. Salt seasoned the air and tickled my nostrils. A dog’s bark cut through the quiet, and across the road, the ocean stretched into forever. Mike guided July onto the curved wooden two-seater and I was left to choose from the two chairs sitting opposite. Milly set up our table with admirable speed and efficiency. She filled our water glasses, and July grabbed hers and drank lustily, looking at Mike like she’d never looked at me. I tried to get comfortable in my chair, but I was more than restless. I was in distress mode.
“I’ll be back to check on you later,” Milly said.
“We have more than we need,” Mike assured her. “Put your feet up, Milly. Relax. I’ll come get you if we need something else.” Mike looked at July, as though they were the only ones at the table. “Where were we?”
I was being shut out. He wanted me to forget my food and leave.
Not July. Anybody, but July.
“Let’s eat. I’m starving,” I said, trying to break the mood.
July reached across the table and stroked my arm. “It’s really nice seeing you, Josh. You know our Moms still play Bingo every Friday night. I went with them last week. Let’s grab dinner sometime and catch up.”
“Excellent idea,” I gushed.
“I eat dinner, too, you know,” Mike said, eyes downcast. “I even like Bingo.”
They both laughed. I didn’t. Something was going on. I just didn’t know what and I suddenly had to pee. I felt like I was leaving blood in a vampire’s care, but I had to pee.
“Excuse me,” I said, but nobody seemed to notice.
I took care of business ASAP and rushed back to the table. They jerked apart as I approached, but it was obvious they’d been kissing, wet sloppy kisses from the look of their smeared faces. Mike’s eyes glinted and July’s were moist and unfocussed. They couldn’t bear to untwist themselves, even when I sat down, and their breakfast remained untouched.
Whatever Mike’s intention, it was already in full swing. He hadn’t wasted a minute.
I dug into my plate, not knowing what else to do. “These eggs are perfect. Boy, am I hungry.”
I sounded like a fool.
July picked up a piece of toast, took a small bite, but groaned, and dropped it back onto her plate. Mike’s hands were busy; one under the table, its activity hidden by the blue and white checkered tablecloth. The other one massaged July’s neck and back.
“Relax,” he whispered. July’s nipples were fully erect, her gasps were rapid and ragged. “Open up. Open up for me.”
The bastard … Already?
I knew that his fingers were in her hot pussy. I knew that he was getting her off. I knew that this was only his opening flourish.
“Oh God,” July said. “Sorry, Josh. Oh God, yes.”
I imagined Mike’s hands stroking her clit, her hard knob of a clit. I imagined her hot sticky wetness. July was squirming. The table shook, when her knee accidently struck its leg. She was staring at me, begging for something, probably my understanding, my compliance.
“Enough, Mike. She’s had enough.”
“Oh, no,” she whispered. “No. Help, Josh.”
“Hang in there, Baby,” Mike soothed. “Just let me take care of this and I’ll give you everything you need.”
July sighed with frustration as Mike took a stack of bills out of his wallet. I could smell July’s pussy, feel her need to come, to be fucked.
“Pay the bill,” Mike ordered, as he threw the stack of bills down on the table.
I was suddenly furious.
“No, Mike,” I said, authority boosting every letter of my words. “You pay the bill and then go home to your wife.”
“Wife?”
July’s mouth dropped open and her eyes clouded over with confusion and disbelief. A silent, but deadly bomb had been exploded. July looked at Mike, as though he were some creepy crawly thing. I looked at Mike, his features so contorted with anger that I was glad that his gun was in his car. July looked at me, like an injured bird needing rescue.
I took a twenty out of my wallet and added it to Mike’s pile.
“That’s for our breakfast,” I said, standing and offering July my hand. “Let’s go for a walk.”
“Excuse me, Asshole,” July said, almost pushing Mike off his seat as he tried to get up.
She took my hand, her eyes moist with tears of frustration and self-loathing, and in that moment, I knew that I loved her. Hand and hand, we walked to the edge of the terrace and down the steps to the beach, as Mike glowered after us.
We walked in silence, until we reached a spot protected on three sides by rocks.
“I understand,” I said. “You don’t have to say a word.”
We sat on the sand and she stretched out, then rolled over, face down in the sand.
“You’re safe now,” I said, kissing her neck. I stroked her back and caressed her plump, delicious ass. She whimpered and contracted her pussy against the sand. I nibbled her earlobes and then fucked her ear with my tongue. My hard, hard cock was pressing against her leg.
“Josh,” she moaned, and turned over.
Encouraged, I nibbled her nipples through her shirt, until she squirmed and sat up, hands above her head. I pulled it off. The sight of her breast flesh, spilling out of her bra, made me lose my mind.
“You are so beautiful,” and I’d never meant anything more in my life.
She pulled me into her cleavage, groaning as I kissed her heaving mounds, reaching behind her to set them free. I lay her back down suckling her nipples. I licked my way down her torso to her belly button, stuck my tongue in forcefully, then flicked and sucked. She was dripping wet.
I followed her musky smell to her pubic hair, to her moist slit, her hard knob of a clit. Her pussy was a delicacy and I ate with respect like you would precious caviar. Her legs trembled and her pussy gushed more juice as I probed her cunny with my tongue, deeper, faster, licking sucking, until she squeezed her legs tight together and screamed her orgasm into the early morning quiet.
“I love you July. Are you ready? Are you ready to be fucked?”
She didn’t speak, but arched her back and spread her legs.
She stroked my hard cock, sat up and took it into her mouth. I was on my knees, ready to mount her, ready to make her mine, and she was threatening to make me come. Her mouth was magic and I was going to come. I didn’t want to come. I wanted to give her what I realized I’d wanted to give her for a long time.
I pushed her back onto our sandy bed, roughly I admit, but I was crazed. I guided my cock into her and immediately felt her muscles grabbing, massaging, urging me on. I fucked her slow, and fast, hard and soft. I stroked her long and short. “Now,” she said, and I felt her shudder, felt her fingers busy on her clit. I pumped her with Olympian speed and force. “Yes,” she screamed, as we fucked ourselves crazy, senseless, moaning and groaning, until we fell off the cliff, into orgasm’s special oblivion.
We lay, our arms around each other, for a long time.
She finally spoke. “I love you, but I’m starving. What are you going to do about that?”
Milly smiled, when we returned.
“That friend of yours was quite rude,” she said. “He threw all kinds of money at me and left. I’d really like to give it back.”
“Buy yourself something nice,” July said. “You deserve it.”
“And he can afford it,” I added.
We must have been glowing because, when Milly returned with the lunch menu, she gifted us with a carafe of white wine.
“Drink to love,” she beamed. “Drink to love.”
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