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“See over there? That’s where Hudson’s soon-to-be brother-in-law is opening a tattoo shop. Our sister Ivy is vying for an apprenticeship.” She smiles at Tiffani as if we aren’t both staring intensely at her. “And yeah, you can order fake skin online. I mean, unless you know of a place where she can find a person whose skin she canborrow?” Juni holds her sunshine smile, silent discomfort oozing from Tiffani.
Breaking the tension, Hudson slips from the booth, dwarfing us as he gets to his feet. Juni is the oldest and tallest, standing at five feet and nine inches. But hulking Hudson still makes her look small.Godthe way this man could own my body, bend me like a pretzel and slam me into the mattress without so much as breaking a sweat is such an incredible turn on.
“Men’s room.” He smiles, slipping past us, leaving his cologne to tickle my nose and cunt. Juniper takes his place, likely to passively intimidate Tiffani. Have I said I love my sisters lately?
“I’m gonna catch the ladies’ room before we head out, too,” I tell Juni, making a beeline through the diner as inconspicuous as possible. Hudson is stopped short right before the hallway that leads to the restrooms, but that’s exactly what I’d hoped.
The town's wealthiest, sweetest man can hardly move through the crowded diner without a barrage of greetings. While he talks to another farmer, I slip into the hall and duck into a private phone booth. With my back to the fogged glass, I wait.
Two minutes and thirteen seconds later, Hudson passes by, his shirt visible through the murky privacy stall.
Slipping into the hall, I peer around the corner to make sure no one else is headed this way. When the coast is clear, I gently press my ear to the door, and nudge it open just a sliver. The tiniest of slivers.
The sound of him tugging down his fly has me losing my fucking mind, I swear, so I cup my hand to mymouth to hold in the drool and moans.. I’ve never heard him touch the zipper on his jeans until today. The zipper that keeps his cock tucked away. The infamous zipper that gatekeeps everything I want inside me.
Then it happens.
His stream starts, and my entire body incinerates. I’m not into piss, or at least, I never have been before. And certainly, I’ve never been turned on by my or anyone else’s body’s ability to produce and eliminate waste.
But listening to Hudson piss is a cathartic, holy moment. The stream is powerful and heavy, causing me to drop my hand from my mouth to my stomach, applying pressure to satiate the immediate wanton ache the noise puts inside me.
He grunts a little, the heels of his boots clicking the tile as he shakes himself into his jeans, the zipper immediately coming back up. The urinal flushes, and the sink sounds off. I slip back into the restaurant crowd a handful of paces ahead of him, my clit pulsing in the privacy of my panties. His stream was so big. I swallow hard as I return to my sister.
Juni, back on her feet, smiles as I come to her side. A moment later, Hudson returns to his breakfast, though he’s so large it looks tiny in comparison. Like he could lift the plate from the table and dump the entire thing in his mouth, like some sort of roaming, starved and wild cartoon giant.
God it’s hot.
“Well,” Juni says as I approach. “We better go get Ivy. It was nice meeting you.”
Hudson’s eyes are on me as I smile, waving goodbye to him and his date. Juni starts toward the door but before Ifollow her, our eyes idle as I say, “I hope you two have a nice date.”
His lips part, like he wants to argue, maybe, or say something, but then he glances at Tiffani, then me, and nods. “Thanks, Dolly.”
Outside, on the sidewalk, Juni slips me the fork, which I slide onto my tongue immediately, everything between my legs incinerating as I do. I can't taste anything, but he ate with this, and God does it make me horny to know my mouth is somewhere he was.
“Thanks,” I say around the fork, though neither of us acknowledge it as the topic.
“Sure,” she says, walking backward toward the post office, facing me. “I’m gonna see if Ivy needs help.”
I hold up my hand. “Toss me the keys, I’ll wait in the car after I’m done.”
Theaftergoes without explanation, because Juniper is very aware of what I’m about to do.
She nods, rifles through her purse, then tosses me the loaded key ring.
I catch them, then dig out my phone, opening the file that I’d compiled after the farmers market a few weeks ago.
I see her car is a blue sedan, a Toyota. Quickly I stuff my phone in my pocket and eye the busy main street for a blue sedan. I find it easily.
Once the traffic slows, I step out into the street, completely natural, because some things are best done in plain sight. Like slashing a tire.
Crouching by the car, I rear my arm back, imagining Tiffani with Hudson at the table, and my arm drives forward of its own accord. She really thinks she’s going to lie abouteverything and come here and take the best man in town? My man? Fuck that.
The old metal fork pierces the tire, sticking out of it like a knife in someone's back. Rising, I bask in the slow whirr of air rushing out as I walk back to Juni’s car, getting in and waiting for my sisters as I promised.
“I’m fine,” I say aloud, trying to steady the rattle in my chest. I didn’t expect him to date her again but it’s okay.I’m fine.
Everything is just fucking fine.
