A Pair of Jacks

“Wake the fuck up, lazy fuck!” Abigale shouts.

You sit up in bed and stretch with a yawn. Cold water splashes across your face and you on the freezing liquid.

“What the fuck, Abby!” You rub the water from your face and look at your girlfriend through blurry eyes. “That’s fucked up.”

“No. What’s fucked up is that you still don’t have a job and you sleep in until fucking twelve every day. I’m done! You are getting a job in a week, or you’re finding another place to live.”

As your vision clears, Abigale comes into view. Five-seven without the four-inch heels, she was already taller than you by an inch. Her long red hair is tied into a tight bun with her metal spikes holding it in place. Emerald eyes gaze at you with something between sympathy and contempt. Her loose blouse does little to hide her massive tits, 34 fucking L cups. Nothing could hide those things. Her checkered green skirt does nothing to hide her shapely hips and plump ass, and with her heels, her legs and ass are looking even better. You nearly had a heart attack when she started dating you, but now, looking over her body, your morning wood could break rocks and your balls cry out for release.

“I’ve been applying,” you say in your defense. “I have an interview tomorrow for one.”

“The fucking theater.” She frowns and shakes her head. “Jack. You need to get it together, hun. I don’t like being the bread winner. Fuck! I’m a teacher, it shouldn’t be very hard to get a job that pays more than what I make.”

You slide out of bed and walk over to her with your hard on stiff in the air. “But my sexy school teacher just got that raise.” You grab her hands and give her your sexy smile.

She frowns but it’s not the same disappointed one she had a moment ago. Her wall is breaking, you can feel it.

“You’re looking really good today. What’s the occasion?”

A smile slips but then she regains her composure and takes her hands away from you to mess with her purse. “Parent-teacher day. I’m going to be meeting all the parents to go over grades.”

You press up against her, your raging hard on slides along her skirt.

“Jack, I swear to god, if you stain my skirt, I’m going to be pissed.”

You wrap your arms around her hips and rest your head on her shoulder. “You say that but you’re smiling.”

“I’m smiling because I love you, but I’m serious. I don’t want parents to see me with precum slashed across my skirt. Now put that thing away.” She bumps you off with her big juicy ass and playfully slaps your cock way.

Your balls ache and remind you how long it’s been. “Oh, come on,” you whine. You try to keep it playful, sounding too much like a brat will only anger her. “We haven’t had sex in so long!”

She turns and her sad, frown is back on. “I told you. We aren’t having sex until you’re working again. I thought that would be enough of a mandate to get your ass in gear but that was over a month ago. Trust me, I’m horny too! We’ve only been having sex for like three or four months, this is our time to be fucking like rabbits but instead of fucking me, you’re fucking around with our finances.”

“But what about a little reward? For the interview? It will be hard to do an interview with a tent pitched.”

Her lips stave off a smile. “I think you’ll be fine.”

“Oh, come on. Seeing you like this, you look so beautiful. Let me go down on you, at least.” You know if you give her head, she’ll feel obligated to return the favor, but maybe she’ll take the bait.

“I’m late for work.” She pushes you out of the way and walks to the door. “Get dressed and get busy. I want to see your emails showing every place you applied to today. I’m serious, Jack. If you don’t get a job this week, you are moving out.”

Fear bubbles to the surface in your heart. Moving out sounds like the end, and there was no way you’d ever get so lucky with a woman again. “You’re going to break up with me?”

“I want a winner, Jack. You are not a winner right now. I need you to change that.” Her big green eyes beg with you. “Please.”

She walks out the door and you hear her car drive off.