Cool Off

"Fuck," you said, almost sitting on an ice-pack. The sun was gone now, and you had hobbled your way back home after spending hours fucking five of your neighbors. You may have just doubled the population of the block in two days. You glanced at your phone and smile at some of the lewd pictures you took at the Stevensons' House. You no longer cared that you were being spied on by some magical corporation. You were going to live life to the fullest now.

But then, your phone buzzed. Private number. With deep hesitation, you answered at about the fourth or fifth ring. "'Sup" you said, trying to sound cool.

"J-John?" It was Staci. "Dana gave me your number and..."

"That's cool," you said, pulling out your cock and balls and inspecting for damage. "Listen, I've had a tough day and maybe we can talk tomorr..."

"Can I stay with you?" she blurted out.

"What? Why?"

"My dad is really upset at me sleeping with you, especially after Traci told him some things. He- he's kicking me out."

This upset you to no end. It didn't make sense that Staci's dad would be upset, but then you remembered that you never actually used the ticket on her. Just fucked her anyway.

You weren't sure if your parents would be okay with you having Staci over for the night... or indefinitely as the case may be. You would have to broach the subject lightly. Or later, as the case may be.

"I'll be there soon," you said, followed by a litany of compliments and praise.

Your car was still at college, so Dana would have to drive, having already driven there this morning. She had to be bribed and complained the forty-minute drive on how you were a lousy fuck (how would she know?) and didn't like losing her virginity to you.

"Give it a rest," you say to your kid sister.

"As if. I don't care what the law says, John, if we have an incest baby because of this stupid contest, you're changing its diaper."

"He'll be your problem, not mine."

"Shut the fuck up."

After that pleasant exchange, you pulled up to Staci's mansion. Or at least really nice, old, brick house that towered over yours.

"Pretty sweet, huh? You lucked out with this one," said Dana, changing her tune.

"I never saw a house like this outside of a gated community."

"John!" Staci came up from near a green house and hugged and kissed you. She began carrying two large cases of stuff.

"Woah, what's all this?"

"Essentials." she said, still unsure of herself. "I can leave it here if you..."

"No, that's fine."

"With Dana's begrudging help, you managed to toss in the five(!) big luggage cases into her car's trunk and back seat, with Staci having to sit up front with you, illegally.

"Is this the fucker?!" came a loud, big, bald man with a crazy goatee.

"Woah, Mr..."

"Mr. Typhon. You don't even know her fucking last name. Really, Claudia, you fuck this guy because of a stupid ticket? But not really, I don't care about that. You whore yourself out to this fucker because he _might_ use that ticket. Well, no daughter of mine is a whore."

Staci interrupted, "It was Traci that..."

"I don't give a fuck. Traci had the decency to tell me exactly what went down. Your little sexcapade on the hill. The BDSM wannabe session at his house. You know they're in high school, right? You're fucking teenagers, Mr. College Boy."

"They're old enough..."

"Bullshit. Claudia was watching Barbie movies last week. She's a child. Or at least she was, until you stole her from me. Have a nice life."

Mr. Typhon was holding back tears, as he stormed off. Staci was as well, trying to stay calm.

"C-can we go now?" she asked. This was answered with Dana starting the car.

Nothing much was said on the drive back. Just staring out the window, contemplating the rest of the night, as Staci held you tight in lieu of a seatbelt.

At home was another story. "We don't have room," said your mother.

"She can afford a hotel room," said your dad.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure my dad will cut me off from his accounts."

"She'll sleep with me." You said, putting your foot down. "I'm an adult. She's an adult. We can sleep in the same bed."

Your mother started, "I'm not comfortable with..."

"...and besides," you interrupted, "You and Dana know full well my new station in life. I'm going to need to all the practice I can to fuck well. Unless you'd rather help me out?"

Your mother pouted and turned to her husband. "Warren?"

"I think John has made his call. Let's leave him and his girlfriend to their own devices. Let's go to bed. Good night kids... err... you two." He nodded and left, practically dragging Erin up the stairs.

You held hands with Staci and smiled, and she returned the favor, glad not to be kicked out a second time.

"Fuck, I can't believe that worked," said Dana, pushing you two apart as she made a beeline to the fridge. "Those two Puritans wouldn't even let me have a boyfriend. You must've fucked some sense into mom."

"I'll fuck some sense into you," you said, mock-angrily.

"Ah-ah," she said, waving a finger as she grabbed a Fresca. "This pussy was a one-time thing. Have fun with your new one. Just keep it down, okay. We have church in the morning."

After grabbing one of the five bags - you'll grab the rest tomorrow - you made your way up the very long steps to your bedroom, now to be shared with Staci.

"If you ever want to claim me a prize, John, we don't have to go through the formalities."

"You're not a prize. You're a human being."

She smiled softly. "Do- do you want to have sex with me?"

"I should be asking you that."

"Yes," she said as she embraced you.

She did not keep it down.