Free Unstoppable by Scott Hildreth Page A

soaked hoodie.
    “Well, I didn’t expect you to say that ,” I said as I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.
    “And I didn’t expect her to like it,” he laughed.
    I’ve fucked women six ways from Sunday. Over the course of my life, I’ve had a woman in about every conceivable position, location, and setting that can be imagined. Thinking about Shane stepping on Shorty’s head while he fucked her was beyond what I wanted to imagine. I guess predicting a woman’s sexual desires or wants, based on her personality or how she looks is impossible.
    “Dude, enough ,” I complained as I held my index finger in the air.
    I glanced at my watch and realized how much time had passed. Almost five o’clock in the evening, and I needed to ride home, change clothes, and get my car. Liv and I were scheduled to meet for dinner at six.
    “C’mon, Dekk. I got to get out of here,” I said as I stood from the seat.
    “Hot date?” he asked as he picked up his hoodie and shook the beer from it.
    “Liv. Dinner. Six o’clock,” I responded as I slid out into the aisle.
    “Kace says she’s pretty conservative, sexually,” Dekk laughed.
    Not anymore, I thought as I walked toward the door.
    Not anymore.

 
    RIPP. Sitting at the Jackalope and drinking for three hours with Dekk didn’t make me feel any better about seeing the cripple at the other bar. Riding north on the highway ninety miles an hour coming home weaving through traffic didn’t help me either. Acceptance is supposed to be the answer to all things, but it is easier said than done. Sometimes masking or denying the issue is what I have found to be best. Over time I have learned to accept some things; and Liv eating the dirty chicken the day at my house was one of them.
    “Well, it ain’t any different than the other four times we been here, I fuckin’ like it,” I said as I pulled my shorts down to my thighs.
    “C’mon Mike, let’s just go to your house,” Liv said as she looked out the window nervously.
    “I don’t want to fuck at home. If I did, we’d be there . I’m in a shitty mood, and I want to fuck right here . I like fuckin’ here, it’s hot,” I said as I started stroking my cock.
    “Hot to you , but it makes me nervous,” she said as she unzipped her shorts.
    “It makes you wet , admit it,” I laughed as I slumped down in the seat.
    “Fucking behind Yamasa Japanese Grille doesn’t make me wet, Mike. Fucking you behind Yamasa Japanese Grille does,” she said as she raised her leg over the center console and lowered herself onto my lap, facing me.
    We had never actually eaten at the restaurant. It was about four blocks from my house, maybe five minutes away at most, if traffic was terrible. One day, a few months ago, I dared Liv to fuck me behind the restaurant. I had stated if she didn’t do it, I would hold out on giving her any sex when we got home. We pulled into the parking lot that day - mid-day - and fucked in the front seat of the car. Since, we had repeated the process three or four times, each time becoming more and more intense.
    Liv was little bit different, sexually speaking. She had a few sexual hang ups. Nothing earth shattering, but different than most of the girls I had been with in the past. Exposing me to her desires caused me to realize she was a little bit wild. My longing to be naked in public brought us to Yamasa’s parking lot.
    Now, sitting in the front seat of my car, naked from the waist down, I was ready to begin our little game. Also naked from the waist down, Liv was wearing nothing but a sleeveless top and her bra. One of her feet on either side of my hips, and her knees bent, I lowered her onto my lap in front of my cock.
    “You dirty little slut,” I bellowed as I grabbed her neck in my hand.
    “Get on my big cock and ride it. Take it all you whore,” I said as I squeezed her neck in my right hand.
    She raised herself up and hovered over my cock. I pressed down on her shoulder with my left hand as