‘Tis the very witching hour

H.J. rolled over and rubbed his palms against his eyes which were swollen and red and matted half shut. His brain felt like it was about to break free from his skull and run around the room killing every living thing it could find. He couldn’t be certain, but it seemed incredibly likely to H.J. that something rather unsavory had died in his mouth, been miraculously resurrected and died again. He tried to remember to remind himself to never drink again. He was trying to lift his head for the first time of the morning, or afternoon, or whatever the fuck it was when he realized that there was someone else in his tiny dorm room bed with him. He pried his eyes open and tried to look at her.

She was not quite beautiful, maybe a little chubby, but fairly tasty. It wished that he could remember whatever it was that he had done to her the night before. The sheet was covering the lower half of her body. He took a minute to feel one of her ample breasts. It felt good against his palm and he felt his cock starting to get hard. H.J. looked downward and considered reaching below the sheet. Since she was passed out he thought for a moment that it might not be the right thing to do. Then he decided that since they had obviously fucked the night before it should be okay. He slid his hand beneath the sheet and felt her crotch. He only meant to have a quick feel, but once he felt the heat coming off of her he couldn’t help rubbing her a bit. She moaned and opened her legs a little wider without waking. H.J. inserted first one ginger, then two inside her.

Her eyes opened. She looked a little confused, but then she reached an arm around him and pulled his face to hers. She started kissing him and a minute later he was inside of her. About the time they rolled over so that she could get on top his phone started ringing. He considered answering it, but decided that making her come was more important than whatever the caller had to say. She was grinding against him hard and he was trying to picture painful things to avoid finishing before she got there. He tried that scene in Casino where the guy’s eye popped out. Then he toyed with the cadaver that his friend Eddy, a pre-med student, had taken him to see. Finally he settled on Senator Robert Byrd. She looked deeply into his eyes.

“Say my name, “ she moaned.

H.J. started to panic. He wanted to give her what she needed, but had no idea what this girl’s name was. He didn’t remember meeting her or bringing her home. He tried to make an unintelligible noise and grabbed her ass hard with both hands. That seemed to work because her entire body shook and she let out a wail. Then he let himself go. He exploded inside her.

The girl wanted to cuddle. Slid off the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. Her hand reached up to brush the back of his shoulder. H.J. made a non-committal grunt and inhaled deeply. He was trying to decide if he should usher her out the door or take another run at her when he remembered that someone had called. He grabbed his cell phone from night stand and looked at it. It had been his mother and she had left him a voice mail. He decided that it could wait until after he had rested and had another go at the girl whose name he needed to figure out if he was going to get to come inside her again.

It was an hour later and he still didn’t know her name, but had somehow managed to wedge himself between her legs for a second time that morning. H.J. picked up the phone and dialed the number to retrieve his voice mail. After he heard the message, the news that his father had died, he looked at the girl lying sweaty and out of breath in his bed, and said:

“Get the fuck out.”

She looked hurt. Her eyes, wide and strangely beautiful, started to well with tears. He instantly felt badly about it and said “I’m sorry. That was my mother on the phone. My dad is dead and I have to go.” Then he leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll call you when I get back.” They both knew that it was a lie.

He watched her climb from the bed and start to get dressed. When she bent to pick up her underpants from the floor he watched her ass and decided that perhaps he could wait a little longer pack. As she was stepping into her panties he grabbed her from behind and turned her toward him. His hand was between her legs, his fingers sliding easily inside of her. The semen he had deposited there served as a perfect lubricant and he quickly had her on her back. This time he made no attempt to envision unpleasant things. He just got what he needed as quickly as possible and then moved her out the door.

H.J. packed a few things quickly and then headed downstairs. He threw his duffle bag into the back seat of the old Honda and started the five hour drive back to the place of his birth.

The radio had very little of interest to offer him. The AM dial was nothing but vapid talking heads droning about issues that they didn’t even begin to understand. FM offered only bad seventies rock and the pap of top forty nonsense so he clicked the radio off and let himself begin to think.

He was named after his father. Henry Junior, but he had had always preferred the initialization H.J. to his actual name. Despite the similarity in nomenclature they had never been what any rational observer would call close. In fact, they had not a single thing in common. H.J’s dad was a fucking criminal, for the love of god. He was a drug dealer. He had never wanted a life like that. Since he was a small child he had known that college was in his future. He had entered school planning on a law degree and that plan had not wavered. In the third year of college he had changed his declaration to add a philosophy minor to his political science major. Philosophy had consumed him in the last two semesters and he almost considered giving up pre-law to move entirely into the realm of thought. In the end, though, that was not in the cards.

He had been at school for three years and that was exactly the amount of time that it had been since he had seen any of his family. That disconnect seemed perfectly fine to him. He had nothing to share with those people. He just hoped that he could get through the funeral as quickly and painlessly as possible.

Fuck, he thought. This was the worst of luck. He was going to miss a test in his ethics class and even worse; this ordeal would likely take several days.

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2 Comments

  1. yup. uh huh. boner!

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  2. Very usefull info. Thanks!…

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