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A Little Knowledge

by CJ Black

So how's life treating you, these days?"

I looked up from my Bald Pussy or what was left of it. I choose a piece of ice and sucked it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth before crushing it between my teeth. "How the hell do you think?"

I knew I was being a bitch but I couldn't help it. The bartender was always willing to listen to me gripe and besides, he was nice to look at. Hell I'm old, I'm not dead. The poor kid was just trying to make his living although tonight, I was kind of pissed at every person under the age of 30. I normally came here after work or when I couldn't sleep and set my laptop up to try and get some work done. It sat next to me on the bar top now, firmly closed. There didn't seem to be a point.

"I don't know," he gave me a fresh drink. "Why don't you tell me?"

I snorted as I raised the glass to my lips, "Like you would understand."

"So I'm not good enough to talk to now?"

I decided to let the little pissant remark slide. "Look, nothing personal but you need to bust that cute ass of yours a little longer to qualify for this," I took a healthy swallow of the drink. This was more than idle chat about work and what movies were coming out and after awhile I got into my work and ignored the bartenders. Tonight it was different. Things were not going well at my place of employment.

He planted both hands on the counter and gave me the standard charming boyish grin. "That's kind of judgmental, don't you think?"

"Fuck judgmental," I hit my open palm on the bar. "When you've been around as long as I have, then you can come off like you know something."

His forehead creased, "Why are you busting my balls?"

"Are you supposed to talk to customers that way?"

His face went red. "No. Sorry ma'am."

I guess I couldn't blame him for being pissed. "Look, I'm sorry, all right? Your name is Drew?"

"Yes."

"Well Drew, you're young, you don't have a mortgage to pay, so you'll forgive me if I don't want to confide in you."

"Because I wouldn't understand." He made it a statement of fact.

"Right."

He turned away without another word. I went back to my drink. How the hell could he understand? I wasn't sitting here drowning myself in Bald Pussy's because everything was perfect. To him, life was good and if things went wrong he could run home to mommy and daddy. I didn't have that option.

By my third drink I was as pissed as I could possibly be. Drew seemed to know so he didn't comment as he set it before me. I suppose the kid had some insight if he knew to give me a drink without asking.

"You'll get fired," I muttered, my eyes on Drew, "but you can just find something else. You don't have to worry about being homeless or hungry."

Its amazing how one can go from angry to depressed. I drained the third glass, then took some time stabbing at the ice cubes with a stir. Actually I was imagining stabbing them into someone, preferably the smug bitch that had announced with a smirk of ‘changes in the corporate structure'.

I could see all the worried faces of my co-workers. Well the single ones like me who didn't have husbands or parents to fall back on. Then again I'd had a husband and we were still always broke. I'm doing better now or at least I was. Who said seniority was so important?

I could see Drew glance at me every so often. I'll admit he was attractive and a good fucking would probably relieve some of the tension but I like a man with more experience. What does a young boy know? He noticed me looking at him and approached. "One more?"

"No thanks," I handed over my card. I was suddenly tired and rubbed my eyes with one hand. I watched him as I ran my card through. He was looking too good but that wasn't something I needed no matter how relaxing it might be. Besides, what the hell it would solve?

"You know you're wrong," Drew placed the receipt and pen in front of me. His eyes had a short of dangerous look to them. "I do know what it feels like to get shit on. You think because I'm young nothing bad has ever happened to me?"

"Nothing that mommy and daddy can't fix."

"How the hell do you know?"

"Look get the hell out of my face before you end up unemployed," I told him as I shoved the signed receipt at him. He was right, I didn't know but I still didn't believe he had it as bad as I did right then.

"Did you want me to call a cab?" Drew asked.

He sounded actually worried, and a little apologetic. "No, I'll do it myself. Just don't have my car towed, all right?"

"I'll let the manager know," Drew grinned at me as I slid off the stool. "I hope things get better."

I sucked air through my teeth and walked out. Well I can't say walked. Three drinks and I had to pick my way carefully along. I made it to my car but the thought of going home right now didn't appeal to me. I blew out a long breath. Wish I hadn't drunk so much now because it was actually a pretty nice night and a drive was probably what I needed, or something.

I hopped up onto the hood of my car and just sat there staring into the darkness. The last few customers were trickling out of the place. Some were groups, others couples. They all looked so content. None of them was paying me any mind. Damn I hated them right now.

I don't know how long I was out there before Drew came out a side door. He'd pulled his shirt out from his pants and unbuttoned it all the way, the tank top he wore seemed to glow dimly. Even in the darkness, I could see that well-toned body of his. Damn, some girl, or who knows, maybe guy, was really effing lucky.

"Hey!"

I didn't realize I was staring at him and I didn't stop when he walked over to me. "You okay? Is the cab coming?"

Cab? I'd completely forgotten to call. Well that's what happens when you get caught in a sea of self-pity. "No." I didn't have the energy to say anything else.

Drew laid his backpack on the ground, "Did something really bad happen?"

"Look sweetie, you wouldn't understand--,"

"Don't say that," I jumped a little when his voice rose.

"Excuse you?" Now I was pissed again. "You'd better check that tone, you little prick."

He looked at me for a long moment. It was hard to read his face even with the street light nearby. "You know what you need?" He muttered, almost thoughtfully, "a good fucking."

I swear I'm going to knee him in the balls. "Yeah, that's the man's answer for everything. Just fuck a woman and all her problems will be gone."

He moved closed and reached out before I could react and fisted his hand in my hair. "When I'm pissed about something, I like a good fuck, it works for me."

The next thing, his tongue was down my throat and he'd shoved his hand into my pants. While his tongue worked around in my mouth, he pressed his open palm against my mound and began to circle my clit with his finger. There was nothing bald about mine as his hands went through my thick hairs. I was wet in a matter of minutes. I got a whiff of his body spray. It was a nice sharp scent, like cinnamon. He didn't bathe in it, which was a plus. I supposed I could have done any number of things – tell him to get the fuck off of me, actually knee him in the nads. I could see he was damn serious, with everything he wanted to do to me showing in his eyes.

My body did this kind of spasm, lifting towards him. I literally moaned, "Are you crazy? Someone could see us!"

"So?" he said the words into my mouth and followed them with his tongue. He was a damn good kisser, doing this thing with sucking on my bottom lip while he was at it. I grabbed at the lapels of his open shirt, telling myself I wanted to push him away but somehow my hands found themselves, rubbing those rock-hard abs and squeezing his nipples.

He then positioned himself in front of me, pressing me against the hood and jammed two of his fingers into my soaking pussy. I lifted my hips up that first time and had to bite my lip from screaming aloud, "Oh damn that's so good!" Never give a little bastard the satisfaction. My hips were bucking while he continued to fuck me with his fingers and tongue. I knew my cream was all over his hand.

"Yeah, little boy, finger-fuck me," I muttered into his mouth.

"I'm going to do more than that, woman," he said.

He held me still with his body against mine and somehow managed to keep the fingers in me while he lifted my shirt and closed his hot mouth around my nipple and sucked hard, pulled it deep in, "Oh yes!" I was suddenly forgetting all about the smug bitch that had stood in front of the assembled employees that day announcing ‘necessary layoffs' which didn't include upper management. The little skank was at least twenty years young than I was.

Drew knew I was ready for him. "You want my dick in you. Is that what you want?"

"What the hell do you think?"

Drew, pulled his hand from my pants, grinned and licked my cream from his fingers. Then he had me by the arm, rushing me to a black SUV parked behind the store. I wondered how the hell he could afford that.

He opened the door for me and I slid inside. When he joined me he said, "Where do you live?"

I didn't question why we had to go to my house, I just told him. Damn kid nearly got us killed getting there. I was still nice and horny by the time we arrived. My driveway is at the back of my house. It's nice and secluded so unless a neighbor took that moment to look out their window—well as late as it was I figured we were safe.

We barely got past the gate when his hands were all over me, tearing at my blouse. I wonder about those blank windows up above us and knew if anyone did decide to look out they would get a nice little peep show. Right now I didn't give a shit.

I knew the way he was grabbing at me we wouldn't get into the house. I had my keys in my hand but I dropped them in the darkness.

"Fuck this!" I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled his face forward. "Fuck me now, little boy."

"Damn it!" He grabbed at the waist band of my slacks and pulled them down while he forced me against my back door. Then he knelt and that hot mouth was on my clit with those luscious full lips. He was licking and stroking and sucking like he was starving. I pressed his face against my mound with my hand on the back of his head and said, "Eat it boy, how does it taste?"

"So good," he said and lapped it up, his tongue pushing into me. He kept his face buried there while he undid his belt and slid his pants down his legs, kicking them off in a furious motion.

I realized how strong he was when he lifted my legs up and felt for my slick opening with the tip. "I'm going to show you want I know," he said and he thrust hard into me. My back arched, damn he was huge, my mouth opened but I couldn't even scream out. He slid out with a slick, wet sound and then thrust deep in again.

"Damn, you're tight," He pulled out, thrust in again, worked it around and thrust, "You're pussy is so hot and sweet. I'm going to fuck you all night." He was pounding into my now, grunting each time he hit my spot. "Is-that-what you-want?" He said each word on a thrust, "Say it! Fuck me all night!"

"Yes, damn it! I want you to fuck me all night."

I came, pushing my hips hard against him driving him deeper. Damn it all, I didn't want it to end. I clenched around him as he came too, his head thrown back, his back arched. "Oh hell! Hell yes!"

When we were both spent, I slid down the door taking him with me. We sat there, panting like dogs in heat. Hell that's what we were. It was a little while before either of us moved.

I could practically see Drew's smug look even though it was dark, "Still think I don't know anything?"

I laughed. I wasn't quite convinced yet, "You don't know everything little boy," I said, "Why don't we go inside and see what we can teach each other?"

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