Richie and Angela were up until 4 a.m. she really had worn him out. Her reputation for being a wild cat in bed was pretty accurate and Richie realized that John was not exaggerating one bit. He had always thought there was no way some of the shit she was into could be true. He was sore in places he had never been before. Bright red passion marks all over his body. Not to mention the newly acquired claw marks he now had up and down his back.
Ashley woke up early to get an early start. She pinned up her hair and quickly hopped into the tub. She took a quick bath and got out. She had just dried off when a sleepy John made his way to the bathroom to pee. "Hey baby." He mumbled still half asleep.
"Hey John. Good morning." She smiled at him noticing his sexy chest hair since he still didn't have a shirt on.
"I'm fixing to get dressed and make us some breakfast."
"Thanks baby. I'm going back to bed for a little bit." He mumbled walking back to the bed like a zombie. She went into the kitchen and made a big breakfast and went into the bedroom to wake him up. He was knocked out, snoring a little as she entered the room.
She laid down beside him. "John it's time to get up." She spoke softly in his ear, running her hand through his chest hair. He smiled but didn't make any move to get up. So she started to tickle him.
"I'm up!" He blurted out. "What smells so good?"
"Come in here and see." She grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen.
"I cooked Bacon, eggs, grits and biscuits."
"I'll take everything but the grits." He made a face.
"What's wrong with the grits?"
"They look nasty!" He laughed.
"Oh you're such a baby!" She laughed. "Well you don't know what you're missing."
They ate their food and then she started getting ready for work.
"We need to talk." He looked at her as she was putting on her makeup.
"Okay." She looked at him intently.
"I enjoyed last night so much and this morning was so great. Baby please move in with me."
"I don't know John. You just got this place. I don't want to crowd you and I thought Richie wanted to move in."
"He does but I'm not sleeping with Richie! I want my baby here with me. So every night can be like last night."
"I'm not having sex on the beach every night with you John!" She grinned.
"You know what I mean, but I do want to do it there again. This is our place to do whatever we want. Nobody can tell us what to do here. At least say you will think about it."
"Okay I'll think about it." She grinned. Noticing how cute he was with his morning bed head.
"I need a smoke. I left my cigarettes in the car. I'll be right back." He got out to his car and opened the door and noticed Richie's car in the parking lot. He grabbed his cigarettes off the seat and shut the door. And started walking back to the apartment.
From this distance it looked like Richie was covered in hickeys on his neck and chest. He chuckled. He remembered wearing a few of them, from her himself. He wore them like a badge and couldn't wait to show them to all his friends along with the stories he would tell of whatever kinky thing she had him do with her.
Angela was responsible for the way he was in bed, more than anyone else. Most of his knowledge about what women liked came right from her. He was young but he really knew how to please a woman. Not like some of his friends that just climbed on top of a girl and got their rocks off and got up. John took his time and usually made love for a while. He could start and stop and go all night if he wanted. He perfected that with Angela. He watched her ram her tongue down Richie's throat and push him back on the hood of his car. She almost straddled him right there as John watched unable to tear himself away.
As he stood there he remembered back to how frisky she always was and he found himself wondering just what they had been doing all night.
He watched her grab at Richie's crotch and he knew she didn't give a shit if anybody saw her. He slowly walked up the stairs glancing back at them going at it on the hood of his car and he could feel himself getting aroused, just watching them. Thinking of her, how she felt, how she tasted, how she made him feel. When he reached the door he was fully hard and he knew Ashley was about to leave so he didn't want her to know. He went in and sat down with a couch pillow over his lap.
Ashley walked through from the bedroom. Damn she looked hot and he even felt himself get a little harder. "Oh shit she needs to leave so I can take care of this." He thought.
"Well I'm leaving, I'm gonna miss you John."
"Okay." He mumbled with a fake grin on his face.
She leaned in to kiss him and he gave her just a peck. On the lips instead of his usual full on kiss.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked with a suspicious grin.
"Nothing! Have a good day!" He replied with a grin that was guilty as sin.
"Are you trying to rush me out of here?"
"No but I know you have to go."
"You're up to something, but I don't have time to figure it out right now. Bye, I love you." She kissed him on the lips again and headed for the door.
"Come back after work." He yelled out as she went through the front door and closed it. He jumped up and threw the pillow down and went out front to see Ashley standing there watching Richie and Angela making out on the hood of his car.
She looked mortified as she drove away.
John went back inside to finally relieve himself with a copy of a playboy magazine he had stashed under his mattress. Just a few strokes of his hand and the view of the naked girl on page 32, mixed with thoughts of Angela in bed, added with the way Ashley looked this morning in her short dress, and images flashing in his mind of him doing it with her on the beach last night and he was done.
Problem solved and the only evidence of it, was a rather large wad of cum laying on his belly. He wiped himself off, with some tissue out of a kleenex box and went to take a quick shower. He got out and put his clothes on.
He wondered how Richie was going to be on time to Galaxy though. He looked liked shit, hungover and out of it, earlier in the parking lot with Angela. "He better not fuck this job up for me!" He thought trying to brush his unruly mane of hair.
His mind suddenly had a lot of questions. How did he end up at Angela's last night? What had they been doing all night? Hell he knew the answer to that, Richie had been having the time of his freaking life. Just like he used to.
But still he wondered. He couldn't help but be curious. He knew Angela's body like the back of his hand. Richie didn't know shit about her. He didn't know what she liked. What made her cry out in ecstacy. He didn't want to be thinking it, but he did. "I wonder if she liked screwing Richie better than me?" He thought it and tried to push it out of his mind.
There was no way to compare now to then. He was young back then not the manly lover he was today. There's no way to compete with his love making skills now. And still his mind wandered where his heart couldn't go. "I wonder what it would be like to fuck Angela now?" He thought it and instantly felt guilty for even thinking it. "How can I be thinking that?" He questioned himself. He never loved Angela, the only thing they ever had was physical lust. He never gave a shit about her, not really. So he thought, until he saw Richie locked at the lips with her on the hood of that damn car.
"Was he jealous? Maybe. But John had a need to be the best, in everything he did. So it sort of bothered him that Richie was getting his sloppy seconds. He new damn well she was comparing Richie to him in bed and that pissed him off. He was so much better now and she sure as hell didn't know that.
He was finished getting ready. He grabbed his wallet and shoved it in the back pocket, shoved his cigarettes and lighter in his other pocket, and picked up his keys off of the coffee table. He locked the door behind him and walked over to his 280 ZX. He glanced over at Angela's apartment and noticed Richie's car was gone.
"That asshole better be at the club. We still have a lot of painting to do." He mumbled to himself pulling out on to Ocean Avenue. He cranked up Van Halen, and his speakers began to vibrate the whole car. The concert was Friday and he couldn't wait to go and be seen with the hottest chick there.
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