The Perishable Heart
Chapter 5
I arranged to have my mail held at the post office for the duration of the
summer and had my newspaper delivery terminated and my utilities turned off. I
drove to Annabeth's summer house after work. I followed her directions and
packed light, bring only one bag of clothes with me. Annabeth greeted me at the
door wearing her wet hair in a ponytail and no makeup. She told me she just went
for a swim in the backyard. She was barefoot and wore denim cutoffs and a pink
belly T that said "Boys R My Toys" in sparkly letters. Her midriff was bare and
flat and you could see a few ribs. She was a lean mean fighting machine.
"Honeybear, be a sweetie and go get us a pizza and some beer, mmmkay? Pineapple
and anchovies. I have some things I need to set up."
"But, ummmm Goddess Annabeth?"
"Yes, honeybear?"
"I ran out of cash. I won't be getting paid until next week and you... I mean I
used up the rest of my allowance."
"Then use your credit card," she instructed me.
"But I reached my limit," I replied.
Rolling her eyes, she pressed the palm of her right hand to her forehead. "Oh,
honeybear. What am I gonna do with you?"
She looked at my watch, calmly retorting "pawn shop," and slammed the door in my
face.
Oh my god, I thought to myself. Is this what it came down to? Pawning my watch
for dinner? I looked at the tree-lined street in this upper-middle class
neighborhood and wondered how many others here had to pawn their watches to eat
dinner tonight. But, then again, how many here had earlier in the week been
chained naked and forced to consume the waste receptacle contents in their
bathrooms?
I got a measly $25 bucks for my watch, but I was in no position to bargain. I
stopped by the mini-mart and got a six-pack of Bud, then waited for my pizza.
Pineapple and anchovies? Yuck! But what was I going to do? I was in no
bargaining position with Annabeth either. She owned my heart and my cock. I had
to do as she wished. It was as simple as that. After I paid for the pizza, I had
exactly three bucks to my name.
When I got to Annabeth's house, I heard giggling coming from the kitchen. I
entered and saw Annabeth sitting at the table with another young woman, a
redhead approximately the same age. They were eating pizza and drinking
Heinekens.
"Honeybear, you're back! Shelby here brought over dinner, a sausage and pepper
pie. Ewwww, what's that smell?"
"I guess it's the pineapple and anchovies," I answered.
"What? That's gross. What on earth persuaded you to buy something like that?
Fuck! I can't take that smell," Annabeth said disdainfully as she wrinkled her
nose and grabbed my pizza box. She slammed the box on the counter and folded it
in half, then stuffed it into the kitchen trash can.
"Take that outside to the curb. I can hardly breathe."
I knew better than to answer her back, so I quietly complied and said goodbye to
$15. When I returned, Annabeth and Shelby had retired to the living room with my
Budweiser to play Halo.
"Honeybear, Shelby and I left you some pizza and beer. When you're finished, you
can come back out here and keep us some company."
Famished, I sat down at the table and opened the pizza box to find...... crusts.
They left me crusts. I got up and opened the fridge. At east they left me a
bottle of Heineken. Well, half a bottle anyway. I sat down and ate Annabeth's
and Shelby's crusts and lifted the Heineken bottle to my lips. As soon as it hit
my tongue, I knew it wasn't beer. I gagged a little, but didn't spit it out. I
also knew better than to spill it into the sink or throw it out. So I drank it
all.
Annabeth and Shelby were all giggles in the living room. No wonder. They were
working on their second six-pack of beer and the two of them together probably
weighed less than me.
"So honeybear, how was dinner?"
"Dinner was delicious, Goddess."
"And the beer? How was that?"
"The beer was delicious, Goddess."
"Really? I wasn't sure if you had a taste for imported."
"I love Heineken. But I only had enough money for Bud tonight."
"That's not what I meant, honeybear. The brew you drank tonight was imported
from Rosewood Avenue."
I looked at her puzzled. "Rosewood Avenue?" I asked.
"Yeah," Shelby interrupted. "I'm from Rosewood."
The two girls burst out laughing. I had drunk Shelby's pee. A girl less than
half my age who I only met a half hour earlier. I turned red from embarrassment.
But my cock stirred in its plastic prison as I ogled Shelby. She was as petite
as Annabeth, but more full-bosomed, perhaps a C-cup. Her hair was longer than
Annabeth's, hanging in ringlets to nearly the middle of her back. She wore white
short shorts and a pale blue tank top. On her feet were a pair of pale blue
cotton socks with lacy trim. She noticed me ogling her and smiled while
girlishly bit down softly on her thumb.
Annabeth enjoyed the show as she downed another bottle of beer. Shelby's cell
phone ringer finally cut the sexual tension in the room. She took the call and
learned that her ride wasn't coming. She had a curfew tonight and had to be home
by nine.
"Honeybear, be a dear and drive Shelby home, mmmkay?" Annabeth said.
"Yes, Goddess."
Shelby gathered up her things: her books, her tennies, and her bikini that was
hanging in the bathroom. She put all of it in her backpack.
"Honeybear, would you mind picking up some orange juice on the way home? I want
to make screwdrivers for lunch tomorrow. Thanks, baby."
I had three dollars left, so I would just make it.
Annabeth kissed me on the cheek and hugged Shelby as we got in my car. When we
turned the first corner. Shelby got frisky. At first, she played footsie with
me, running her sock-covered foot up and down my calf.
"You have sexy lips, Brandon."
"Thank you, Shelby."
"How about me?"
"What?"
"Do you think I have sexy lips, Brandon?"
"Ummmm...... yes, Shelby. Your mouth is very pretty. I looked over at her at the
first red light and noticed how attractive she really was. Aquamarine
almond-shaped eyes, a wide mouth, kissable lips, a small upturned nose with a
splash of freckles, a long graceful neck, and a generous set of breasts on a
thin frame.
"You think so? I think it's too big."
"Too big? no way. it's the perfect size."
"The perfect size for what?"
I blushed. "You know what I mean. If anyone's mouth is too big, it's mine."
"That's ridiculous. Can you stick your fist in your mouth?"
"My fist? I doubt it. No, I'm sure of it. It's not that big."
"That's what I mean. I can fit MY fist in my mouth. Watch."
As we reached Rosewood Avenue, Shelby put her fist in her own mouth. Incredible.
"Yeah, but you're a petite thing. Your hands are so tiny. And I bet your feet
are small, too. What's your shoe size?"
"I'm a four."
"See what I mean. It's not your mouth that's big, but the rest of you that's
small. Except for... ummmm."
"Except for what?"
"Your chest," I meekly replied.
"Oh, that. But I bet my feet aren’t that small."
"How much?"
"How much, what?"
"How much you wanna bet that your feet are TOO that small?"
"How much you got on you?"
"Three dollars."
"Ooooohhh, big spender. What's the bet?"
"I bet I can fit the socks you're wearing into my mouth."
"No way. My feet are bigger than my fist. No way you can do that."
"Bet I can."
"Deal."
As we pulled up to her parents' house, Shelby excitedly pulled off her blue
socks, only to reveal another pair underneath.
"Annabeth's floors are always so cold. I don't know why," Shelby gleefully said
as she peeled off the remaining pair. "Be my guest," she said handing me the two
pairs.
Oh god, what did I get myself into. My last three bucks were riding on whether I
could fit four of Shelby's socks into my mouth. She watched me intently, biting
gently on her thumbnail as I easily put the first two in. They were the two she
removed last and were the moistest and most fragrant ones. The final two were
the ones she had been walking around in and the soles were extremely dirty. I
crammed number three in as Shelby's eyes widened and she sat up on one knee, the
other leg curled up in front of her. As I tried to pack the last sock into my
mouth, my cheeks bulged and I realized it was a fruitless effort. A man appeared
at the door and called out Shelby's name. It was 9 o'clock, Shelby's curfew. She
held out her hand.
"Pay up, mister. Dad's waiting."
I reached up to remove the socks and she held my arm down.
"Money first."
I looked at her with bulging cheeks as I saw her father start to walk toward the
car. I quickly reached for my wallet and gave Shelby my last three dollars. She
kissed my chubby cheek and whispered in my ear.
"Consider the socks a gift. Don't remove it until you get home to Annabeth. Good
night, handsome."
My cock throbbed in Annabeth's cage and I sped home, needing relief. I pulled
Shelby's socks from my mouth as I pulled into the driveway and carried them into
the house.
"Back so soon?" Annabeth said, greeting me at the door.
I told her the whole sordid story and Annabeth had to stifle a giggle.
"What am I gonna do with you little man? You can't follow simple directions.
Tomorrow morning before work, you'll donate blood and use the money to buy me
OJ. If I don't get to have a screwdriver with my lunch, it'll be your ass. And I
mean that literally."
"Yes, Goddess" was my weak reply.
"Now, as to your punishment for the tampon scandal, follow me.
