I’ve got to see my Aunt.

“Sorry Julia, I’ve got something to deliver to my Aunt” I groan as her soft fingers run down the side of my face caressing my stubble.

“Pity, I was hoping we could’ve got high for your birthday” she sighs, playfully pouting “Bet you don’t wanna stink of weed when you see her huh...”

“Wait, you remember my birthday? We haven’t seen each other in years” I asked shocked that she actually remembered. Especially considering we broke up 6 years ago, the last time I saw her properly being her graduation, of course there was summer last year too I reminisce, the warm memories flooding back.

“Of course I did, I always do. It just so happens this time we’ve ran into each other.” She replies smiling as she returned the joint to her handbag and retrieved her phone instead, “Here, put your number in there I got my phone stolen a year back so I don't have your number, I’ll give you a call after class and we can hang out” she cheerily adds, her eyes shining with hope, maybe lust as well, there’s a familiar hunger to her gaze that I recognise.

“Sorry Jules, but my little sis Amy, wants to celebrate with me” I reply apologetically, knowing it must seem like I am trying to avoid her. So I take the phone and quickly dial my own, saving the number and passing it back to her.

“Aww I can’t believe it! She must be all grown up now too! You have to bring her along, we can all go back to my apartment and celebrate without having to worry about Brian coming to pester her” She interjects softly before I can continue, leaning in close to me, her eyes closing “Besides, it’s not like I’m trying to steal you away or anything” she whispers sultrily as her soft lips lock on mine, her tongue probing hungrily, her hand caressing my neck, the other sliding down under my belt rubbing against my rapidly engorging cock. Damn this girl was good.

She moaned softly into our embrace, and everything melted away with the feeling of her hard nipples and bar piercings rubbing my skin. God I missed her.

My hand came up of it’s own accord grabbing the back of her neck. “Seems someone is excited to see me” she moans, breaking the kiss and resting her head against mine, “I missed you, y’know Danny, I really did”

“I’ll come by later then, ‘cause I missed you too Jules” I told her the truth, there was nothing else I could say. The blood thumped in my ears as my cock strained in it’s confines, my whole body on edge ready to tear the clothes off of her.

“Good, I look forward to it, Loco” She whispers before leaning back out the window and stretching out her back with a smile, showing off her body even more.

Loco, my old nickname. Apt for the extremely quiet Left Tackle known for getting into fights with basically anyone who looked at him funny. Yeah, I had some anger issues as a kid. Now I get to use grenades instead of stress balls though.

“See ya” she waves, flashing a cheshire grin and the peace sign before skipping off.

I sigh, turning the engine over and peeling out of the car park to drive off. All worked up and nothing to do now, aw well, might as well deliver this book. I muse as I recline in my seat, ‘why the hell did I break up with her in the first place’ I mentally kick myself. At the time it seemed to make so much sense in my head, she was going to Arizona, I was joining the Corps, we had both just turned 18 and had our whole lives ahead of us. I sure as hell didn’t want her waiting by a phone every night wondering what call would be the last, or if I’d come home whole. So I broke it off with her two weeks before Basic Training. She cried, of course, begged me not to, told me she loved me and that she didn’t care it would have to be long distanced. At the time though I was so sure of myself, it hurt but I didn’t want to hurt her more than that. Some fuckin idiot I am, throwing my childhood sweetheart to the curb like that, god it’s been 12 years since we met. Long fucking time.

I pulled up to a set of red lights, tuning the radio back on and quickly changing it from the screamo trash Beth listens too, stopping on a news presenter giving the morning news.

‘Officers last night put an end to a massive occult circle right here in Miami who were attempting human sacrifice in order to satisfy the doctrine of their **** sect of Satanism, believing that they could open a gate to Hell. Unfortunately two officers lost their lives last night in Miami PD’s attempt at saving the Cults hostages, all of whom were unharmed, several Cultists also lost their lives last night in the carnage. The investigation into this new Cult is still ongoing. Now the wea-‘

Cultists? I thought as I turned the radio over to some punk rock, enjoying the sound of Teen Spirit coming out of my speakers. What the hell is the world coming too, first some new Chinese Virus, wildfires in Australia and California, killer hornets on the east coast, hordes of locust in north Africa, war breaking out in Eastern Europe, and now Satanic Cults here in the south. What the fuck is actually happening this year, I sigh to myself as I near Aunt Angela’s house, a modest two bed bungalow.

Pulling up, I wind up the windows and exit the car, book in toe. Sure hope Aunt Angela isn’t a fuckin cultist, this book seems a bit... culty. I grumble in my monologue as I open her front door and cross the threshold.