Angellica
Taylor Swift’s “Out of the Woods” is blaring in my ears. Oh, fuck. My head is pounding in time to the alarm clock on Cody’s night stand. It’s not his alarm clock. It’s mine. The beautiful fucker is a morning person. So he’s off running and frolicking through the woods while I’m here trying to swallow a bag of cotton balls. Well, that’s at least what it feels like.
I shut the alarm off and head to the bathroom to brush out the taste of where tequila died in my mouth. The feel of the bristles of my toothbrush on my tongue makes me yark. So I brush again. This time, giving myself the hairy eyeball in the mirror. Throw up and die, bitch.
The shower is next. I’m pretty sure the tequila Cody’s grandad kept filling me with last night is seeping out of my pores. It’s not a good feeling. So, I throw up in the shower too, just for good measure. I’m standing in the shower under the spray. Just standing there looking at my toes. This is how Cody finds me.
“Babe!” He shouts at me. I can’t help the wince. There is a conga line in my head. Cody jumps in the shower fully clothed. “Babe, they want to induct me into the Hall of Fame in New York,” he’s so excited and I love seeing it.
“That’s wonderful,” I say in a whisper. I give him the best smile I can. But I’m pretty sure it’s a grimace.
“Hangover?” He asks me with a smirk on his face. When I narrow my eyes he adds, “Amateur. Gramps and Tequila go back to his Army days. You should never drink with him unless you’re prepared for the consequences.”
“I do not like this lecture. Get out or die,” I growl. He just laughs. Crazy bastard.
I continue to soap up, wash my hair. I lean my face into the spray when I feel something poke me from behind. Nope. Not today, no sir. I finish washing the cleanser off my face and then step out of the shower and towel off.
“You wound me, love!” Cody calls from within the shower.
“You’ll survive,” I shout back. Wincing at the volume. “My head will not,” he just chuckles.
I make my way into the closet and slip on plain cotton panties and a cotton bra. I’m not feeling very fancy today. But it’s Texas and late spring early summer so it’s hot out. I button up a white sleeveless shirt that has pockets over the boobies and slip in my favorite red, pleated silk skirt with little blue and white flowers all over it. I add a tan leather braided belt and tan leather ballet flats.
By the time I’m done tying my curls up in a messy bun and applying a light amount of makeup, Cody had beat me down stairs. Granted he wears workout clothes to school. He was in the kitchen laying scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast on plates at the island and pouring cups of coffee to go with. God, I love this man. Where my stomach was previously sour, the smell of the eggs and toast got me. I picked up a toast square and delicately nibble the edges. Okay, this is okay. I sipped some black coffee to burn the rest of the booze out of my gut and then hesitantly picked up my fork. After two or three bites, I was suddenly ravenous and before I knew it, my breakfast was gone. Huh, how did that happen? So I reached over and took two more bites of Cody’s eggs before sticking my plate in the sink to rinse. Cody just laughed.
We loaded the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and headed to school together. He drove me to work in my jeep and in the parking lot we parted ways with a quick promise to meet for lunch. I was feeling so much better by the time I got to my office. But still, I’m never drinking again.
There’s only a couple of days left before graduation and school lets out for the summer. I’m only here to make sure no one breaks their arm or worse on slip n slides on the field or faking sick so they won’t have to take their finals. The answer is no you’re not dying of the plague. And yes, you do have to take your finals.
A couple hours into the day, but still a ways off from lunch, Cody pops his head through my door. I’m a little surprised to see him because he said he wouldn’t be by until noon. He smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back. He brightens my day.
“You alone?” He asks me.
“Yeah,” I look at him with a question in my eyes. But he just walks in and shuts the door behind him, turning the lock.
Cody slowly paces towards me with a certain twinkle in his eye that I’m not sure means I should be excited or I should head for the hills. He stops in front of where I’m sitting in my chair and holds a hand out to me. I take it and slowly rise from my chair. Still not sure what’s going on here.
“I missed you,” he tells me.
“I missed you too,” I smile at him.
He slowly walks me backwards towards my exam tables. He keeps gently pushing me back. Rubbing his hands up and down my arms. When my butt hits the back of the table, he slowly slides my body up to sit on it, his hands gripping my hips and his eyes never leaving mine.
“But today, you put this skirt on to punish me.”
“I did no such thing,” I say sternly as he pushes my skirt up my thighs, nodding seriously.
“You did and that’s not very nice. So now, I can’t wait for lunch time,” he tells me as he slides my plain panties down my legs, pocketing them. Dirty bastard.
“Okay,” I breathe as he slowly presses my knees open and leans in between. His fingers dig into my naked hips as he licks me. Slowly at first but quickly he picks up speed. Nipping and kissing as he goes. My legs are shaking, trying to close on their own but he mercilessly holds them open. I grab onto his hair and rock against him, biting my lip to keep from crying out, I come. He wipes his mouth along my inner thigh and rolls my skirt back down. I’m still trying to catch my breath when he leans over me and whispers.
“Now we’re even for last night,” and he winks at me.
“Okay,” is all I can manage. I’m so damn witty and sharp. No wonder all the boys are beating down my door.
“I have one more meeting this morning before lunch. Do you have more work to do?” He asks me.
“Oh, yeah. I have more parents to call and tell them they forgot to get their kid a tetanus shot and need to do so before training for fall sports picks up,” I tell him.
