Chrissie Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Chrissie Chapter 4

... this moment — a feeling that immediately evaporated when Karl’s red F-350 came screeching onto the lot.

He rolled out of his truck and stormed our way. “Fuckin’ cops gave me a goddamn speeding ticket on the freeway.”

“Oh, damn, baby, I’m sorry; that sucks.” Rebecca walked up to her husband and melted into his embrace. “Don’t let it bother you, okay, baby?”

He huffed and squeezed his wife tighter. “Yeah, fuck it. I ain’t gonna.”

Rebecca had to tilt her head way back in order to smile up at her towering husband, an act that sent a bolt of humiliation shooting through my 5’6 frame. “Baby, I’m about to take this Rover out for a ride if you want to come,” she said.

Karl shrugged. “Sure, babe, let’s go.”

My beloved turned to me. “Chris, why don’t you go ahead and get started on all the paperwork and insurance stuff? That way, if I end up deciding on this one or another one, we’ll have a head start already.”

“Um … uh, okay.” I’d almost slipped and called her “Mrs. Martin” in public but caught myself.

This salesman was smart enough to refrain from asking questions, and he didn’t comment on how my “friend” had just cast me aside and invited her husband along for the test-drive after she’d just asked me to go seconds earlier — even though I obviously was the one who’d be paying for the vehicle, should it strike her fancy. That’s exactly what happened; by the time she returned, Rebecca had fallen in love with the SUV and the first words out of her mouth after she ...

... pulled up were: “I’ll take it.”

That didn’t exactly put me in the best bargaining position as far as trying to finagle a lower price, but the glow on my angel’s face was all I could think about, so following some perfunctory wrangling, I signed on the dotted line.

After the paperwork was filled out, the insurance squared away and the deal consummated, Rebecca, Karl and I huddled in the lot outside the dealership office.

“I’m hungry; let’s go eat,” Rebecca said.

“What about him?” Karl nodded my way.

She shrugged. “He can come with.”

“I dunno, babe. It’s getting late, and he’s still got all them weeds to pull next door, and a bunch of shit to do at the house still, since we been gone all day. Unless you want him to come over tomorrow and do it all.”

“No, no, we were gonna go to that fish fry with Cyndy and Tom tomorrow, remember?” Rebecca turned to me. “I’m sorry, baba, you can eat with us next time. Go ahead back to the house and get started pulling those weeds, and we’ll be back in a little bit, okay?”

“Y-yes, Mrs. Martin,” I said after glancing around to ensure nobody was within hearing range.

She smiled. “You’re such a sweetie.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Martin.”

I watched through watery eyes as Rebecca and Karl traipsed to their respective vehicles — top-of-the-line models that together had just set me back more than $200,000, not counting the future insurance payments. They each drove off without so much as a glance my way.

At least Rebecca had ...