Mike finds the bus at the park where they stopped for lunch when on the field trip. He knows that Anisette Parker is around somewhere. She hops onto the hood of the car, wielding a gun at him. He knows he has to calm her down.
“Then why are you with her and not me?”
“Because you didn’t leave your number. How’s a guy supposed to call?”
“You could have asked me for it.” She walked over, pointing the gun at my balls.
I gulped, considering the pissing option again. “Baby, you didn’t exactly give me a chance! You had me up inside you so fast, I didn’t have time. You blew me away, Ani. My head was still spinning the next day.”
“Then why did you make it with that old, blonde whore? The one from the coffee shop? Why?”
“Hey, a guy gets horny, Anisette. She and I used to date. You got me so sexed up, I couldn’t see straight. I was horny and had no way to reach you.”
That, weirdly, seemed to satisfy her. For the moment. Her face clouded again.
“But you’re with her, now!” she screeched. “Not me, her! Why?” At least the gun was pointed away from me and the bus, gesturing toward town.
“She looks like you,” I said softly, seductively. “I couldn’t find you. I didn’t know who you were. When I saw her, I thought she was you. I wanted her to be you.”
“Take me now,” she demanded, tossing my coat aside. “Here, now!”
“Ani, in front of the kids?”
She looked at the bus in confusion as if she’d forgotten it was there. “Fuck them,” she said. “They can watch.”
“I don’t much like an audience, Ani. I’m shy. Big Mike can’t come out to play if you make me do this in front of them.”
“In the car.” She grabbed me, dragging me toward the backseat.
I opened the back door, pressing her up against the side, fumbling with her clothing. My mouth locked on hers, but my eyes were wide open, looking around for any sign that the police were there. I saw movement in the bushes and the flash of metal in the sunlight. I had a feeling they were going to get the kids out of the bus before they came to my rescue. Great! I was gonna be bare assed naked before they helped me out.
Anisette’s hand with the gun wavered, the weight of it pressing against my side. I worked it out of her fingers, tossing it away from us after holding it up for the cops to see. One of the officers had worked his way to the bus. A kid up front opened it for him. It squeaked and I thought that Anisette would hear it, so I groaned, rubbing myself against her. Honest to God, I hoped they would hurry, because even if I was faking, this proximity was having an alarming effect on me. Memories of things we had done came flooding back. Hot monkey sex had nothing on the kinky shit she and I did that night. Her hands were all over me, grabbing, rubbing. I could feel myself getting hard and hot, pressing her body against the car.
“Inside,” I growled. “I don’t want an audience.”
I pushed her down on the backseat, tearing at her pants as she pulled at mine. In the back of my mind, I’m thinking that my bus full of students is watching me practically rape this woman, and I didn’t care. I wanted her—now! She wiggled out of her jeans, lying there in a pair of sexy panties against the backseat. She pulled them down too, reaching for my pants. I shoved her hands away, pulling them off myself. Dressed in my jacket and boxers, I was all but inside her when a burly police officer came up on one side of the car and someone else came up behind me.
“You bastard!” She screeched, grabbing at my junk.
I dodged, but just barely, pulling my pants up before I tripped over them.
“You dirty, rotten, lying, cheating. . . .” She scrambled around trying to find her clothing while the cops kept her covered from outside.
I backed up, easing slowly away from the car, my belt open and my pants unzipped. My balls were beginning to ache, but not because she’d made a grab at me. I had a passing thought that she’d drugged me again. I staggered, leaning against the car.
“You saw him!” she screamed from the backseat. “He tried to rape me! You saw!”
The police officers moved in carefully, reaching for her inside the car.
“I’m pregnant,” she yelled as the big guy took her shoulder. “I’m having your baby,” she spit in my face. “You can’t send me to jail, I’m having his baby!”
“Lady, I don’t much care if you’re having Jesus Christ himself. If you don’t get out of that car, I’ll put a hole in you so big, he can crawl out on his own.”
I liked that damn cop.
“Step away from the car, Mr. Reuben,” the woman behind me said. My pal from the paintball incident had arrived. “This the crazy chick that caused all that trouble?”
© Dellani Oakes 2014