Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“What are you thinking about?” Parker asks, coming up beside me and startling me out of my reminiscing daydream.
“Just you two and how you look so happy together,” I say, smiling.
“We are,” he replies, looking back over to Ben, who is in the living room on the couch talking to some of Parker's friends. Jenna comes out of the kitchen with forks and plates. Entering the living room, she takes a seat next to Ben and starts cutting the cake and placing it on plates. “Shall we?” Parker asks, nodding toward the living room, holding up his arm for me to take it.
“Yes,” I answer, taking his arm as he leads me into the living room.
Sitting down on the couch next to Ben, Parker asks Jenna, “So been on any interesting dates lately, Jenna?”
Jenna dates a lot. Well, hookups may be a more appropriate term for what she has. She's a sucker for a cute boy and very few of those cute boys have ever turned into anything serious, but she seems fine with it and is happy doing things her way. Besides, she can keep you entertained for hours about the mishaps from some of those hookups.
Jenna answers Parker laughing, “Oh God, yes, let me tell you about Fast Eddie.” Jenna then starts telling everyone about her latest hookup in the parking lot of The Chicken Coop, a country bar off Route 4. “He's a tall, stocky, country boy who probably weighs about three hundred pounds, with a Southern drawl that just melts your panties when he talks.”
“Well,” she continues, “I quickly found out why they call him ‘Fast Eddie’” she says giggling. “He had his clothes stripped off before I even had my door shut on his pickup truck. Naked, he reached over with his big meaty paws and said, ‘Come on, darlin,’ get those clothes off.’ And then he reached over and grabbed my skirt and panties, yanking down on them so hard they literally tore in half. Pushing me down on the bench seat of the truck, he grabbed my thighs, spread my legs apart, and then just slammed himself right into me. No kissing, no foreplay, nothing!” Jenna said shaking her head from side to side. “I could barely breathe with all three hundred sweaty pounds of him lying flat on top of me. He was grunting and thrusting in and out of me so hard, I thought he was going to split me apart. Thankfully though, Fast Eddie lived up to his name and was done in less than a minute.” Jenna sighs, her eyes rolling to the ceiling before she continues, “I went to sit up but was stopped by a sharp pain from my scalp. My hair had become tangled in the seat belt latch. We had been trying for ten minutes to get it untangled, when Fast Eddie, who was bent over the seat fumbling with the latch, shot up with excitement in his eyes and shouted, ‘I gotta idea.’ He then reached down, moving his hand around on the floor under the driver’s seat. After a second of feeling around, he suddenly stopped and smiled at me and said, ‘Got it.’ I almost pissed myself when he brought out his idea where I could see it. It was a hunting knife. I thought for a second he was going to kill me but then he continued, ‘I'll just cut your hair off the thing.’ I was relieved he was not going to kill me, but there was no way in hell I was letting this guy cut my hair,” she says, holding a clump of her hair in her hand. “Finally, I convinced him not to cut my hair but to cut the belt just below the latch. I had to drive all the way home with my clothes torn and that thing hanging from my head. Took me another two hours to get it untangled from my hair after I got home,” she finishes, still shaking her head. The whole room erupts in laughter. I’m surprised Parker’s friends are horrified by her details of the event. More so, her story encourages others to tell their own nightmare hookup stories.
After an hour of stories, I stand and tell everyone I am getting tired and need to head home. Ben stops me as I am walking over to give Parker one last hug and tells me he rented a moving van this afternoon. It was already at the storage unit and he and Parker were planning on starting early in the morning moving the rest of my stuff. “You should stay with Jenna tonight since you two are having spa day tomorrow, that way you can sleep in.” Jenna and I nod our heads in agreement. Giving him my keys and explaining how they need to wiggle the key for the broken condo lock, Jenna and I leave.