Breaking And Entering With Steele

Smiling, AJ ate his burgers and French fries slowly, enjoying every bite, until Abbey glanced at the clock and said she had to get back.

"I thought you said you had an hour?" AJ asked.

"I do," she replied. "Let's go."

AJ turned the car's engine over, momentarily interrupting the radio, and they were on their way again. AJ continued eating and Abbey did too, and within a few minutes, they were pulling back into the library parking lot with only their shakes remaining.

AJ parked on the right-hand side of the parking lot, where Abbey told him to park, and as soon as he had the gearshift on P, she was on top of him, kissing him as if he were the last man alive.

Caught off guard, it took AJ a few moments to realize what was going on, and then he wrapped his hands around her, pressed his lips against her, and slowly started getting into it.

"Mmmm," Abbey moaned, sliding her lips back and forth across his, giving him an Eskimo kiss at the same time. "Your lips are really nice," she said, before kissing him again.

"Your's too," AJ said, his hands smoothing across her back, feeling how soft and warm she was.

"Here," she said quickly, pulling her jean jacket off. She tossed it behind her on the seat and then turned and almost sat in his lap as she kissed him again. AJ's hands roamed up and down her back, and there wasn't a lot of room since the steering wheel was pressed against Abbey's right hip, but he didn't mind. They kept kissing and touching, Abbey's hands smoothing up and down his arms and then around his sides.

AJ's fingers brushed Abbey's lower back, just above her jeans and when he brought them back up, he slid them under her shirt, his hands gliding back and forth across her hot soft skin. Abbey's mouth came open then, her tongue flicking at AJ's lips, and he opened his mouth in response. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and his into hers. They twirled and twisted, licking, tantalizing each other, as their hands continued roaming, exploring, looking for new territory.

"You're making me wanna fuck you," Abbey said softly, pulling her lips away just long enough to make the statement.

"Mmmm," AJ moaned, his hands hugging her more tightly. He hadn't had sex in a long time. Maybe a year or so, and he thought he was way too out of practice. He thought Abbey might be very disappointed if they got to doing it and he only lasted thirty seconds. And then, there was the issue of protection. He had condoms in the glove box but...

"You wanna finger me?" Abbey asked then, pulling back and looking around quickly.

"Okay," AJ said and Abbey grabbed the front of her jeans and slid the zipper down. She peeled the jeans open to reveal creamy white skin, untouched by the sun, and a pretty moonlight white slit cut into a plump soft hairless mound. AJ groaned at the sight of her and loved that she wasn't wearing panties, and then, her hands ripped her zipper back up and buttoned the button like a shot in the dark.

"Nope. Gotta go!" Abbey said, and she slid across the seat, opened the door, slid out grabbing her jacket in the process, and then slowly closed his door, keeping low to the ground.

"What the fuck?" AJ said, looking around and not seeing anything, or anyone. He watched as Abbey kept low, backing up further and further until she was close to the front corner of the building, and then she popped up and adjusted the front of her jacket, walking confidently across the sidewalk back toward the front of the building.

AJ rolled his window down, intending to call out to her, to ask her what the hell was going on, but a glance and a look told him to shut the fuck up, and he did. A moment later an older woman and a child came walking up to the front of the library. Abbey picked the little girl up and twirled her around, to which the older woman reprimanded her, and then the three of them went inside.

"Hmmm," AJ said to himself, thinking. He could go inside right now, and act as if he didn't know her. He could snoop and find out who the older woman was, but his instincts told him that the older woman was Abbey's mom, and the younger child was either Abbey's younger sibling or... her own child. AJ didn't know what to think, but he couldn't just leave and not know how to get in touch with Abbey again, and while she thought he knew where she lived, he hadn't paid that close attention to her ID. He really didn't remember.

Sighing, AJ got out of his car, locked it, and headed inside once again.

As he was going in, he saw Abbey and her mother and the child coming out. Abbey glared at him, but he kept his eyes straight, as if not noticing. They passed, like ships in the night, and Abbey was gone. AJ sighed heavily and stood there just inside the library's double doors, wondering if he would ever see Abbey again.

He gave the library another glance, saw all the computer stalls were occupied, and turned around to leave. Just outside the doors, Abbey frantically patted her jacket and then said she was going back in to get her phone. She jerked the doors open, coming back into the library with a purpose.

AJ smiled as soon as she was inside and she ran up to him, giving him a quick kiss, and told him to check his glove box. "It's all in there," she said, smiling, and then whipping her dark hair out of her face. AJ's heart skipped a beat once again, seeing the face of pure perfection revealed before her jet-black bangs swung back in front of her face. "See ya, lover boy," Abbey said as she spun around and pushed the doors open once again, yanking her cell phone out of her jacket and holding it up as she exited the building.

AJ watched her go, watched her ass swaying back and forth in those tight black jeans until she was in her car, and he continued to watch as her mother pulled out of the parking lot and then drove off. AJ continued standing there for another minute, before leaving, and he immediately went to his car and then opened the glove box searching. He didn't have to look far, before finding the note.

AJ. My mom is coming to pick me up. I still live at home and I help take care of my little brothers and my sister. I think I like you. You seem nice. This is my favorite burger place. Nice guess. P.S. I don't think you're a murderer or a rapist, but you're seriously hot. I don't fuck on the first date, but if my kitty was making the rules, we'd already be in your back seat. Your condoms are from 1985, so I'm gonna throw them in the trash. Love Abbey.

The word "Love" was marked out with a single line that curved and resembled a fishing hook, and underneath it, the words "like a lot" were scribbled, and then she had put her phone number and 8:32 p.m. Which AJ took to mean she wanted him to call her at that time exactly. AJ smiled, folded the paper up, put it back in his pocket, and then headed home.

Getting a job would have to wait until tomorrow. Right now, he had other more important things to do, like cleaning his room and throwing out the copious amounts of trash so it looked presentable. He didn't know when he might have Abbey over, or down to his bedroom, but he was going to try and make that happen. The sooner, the better.

AJ arrived home quickly and spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house, concentrating most of his efforts on his bedroom, but he did spend a bit of time working on the rest of the house, simply because it was attached. He removed piles of dishes and emptied his trash cans, did loads of laundry, and folded towels and blankets. He washed pillowcases and cushion covers, vacuumed every chair, couch, sofa, and recliner in the entire house, and then some. He did everything he could and as the time on his watch got closer to 8:32 p.m. he began counting down the minutes.

At 8 p.m. He grabbed a glass of water, sat down on the couch, and put on a movie to watch. At 8:05, he shut the movie off and decided to do a quick game of sudoku, which took him until 8:15 to finish. At 8:23 he began having second thoughts, wondering if his actions, his desperate need to speak to her again, might be considered needy, clingy, or...well, desperate. He went back and forth, trying to decide if he should call her, at exactly 8:32. What about a minute before? A minute after? Two minutes later? What if he didn't call? Would she be upset? What if he did call, and she took it the wrong way?

The clock ticked to 8:32. Aj held the phone in his hands. The paper sat on his knee. He slowly punched in the digits and then, when he thought the minute hand might tick to 8:33, he hit the dial button. The clock changed. He wasn't needy or desperate. Not in his mind anyway.

The phone rang twice and then picked up. "Hello?" a child's voice said from the other end.

"Hi," AJ said. "Is Abbey there?"

"Noooo," the voice said, and then he heard someone talking, and then hurried footsteps. "Where's it at?" he heard Abbey ask. It sounded like she was in another room somewhere. "Jason! Give me my phone!"

"Uh-uh," the little boy said, and AJ knew it was one of Abbey's little brothers who had answered her phone.

"Jason! I'm not playing! Give me my phone!" Abbey's voice was closer now. She kept coming closer, and closer. "No, you did not!" There was a shout and then the sound of something hitting liquid, and then the line dropped.

"Abbey?" AJ asked. He looked at the phone and saw it had hung up. He waited a few minutes and then called the number back, but it went right to voice mail and it hadn't been set up. He couldn't even leave a message. "Shit," AJ said, and he put his head back and put the movie back on.

AJ didn't know what time he'd fallen asleep, only that he had, and when he awoke, he did with a start, for sitting on the couch kiddie corner from him, was an absolute bombshell of a woman. AJ blinked, thinking he was still dreaming, and stretched his face before blinking again.

"You must be AJ," the woman said, shifting in her seat. She leaned over and extended her hand, and AJ hurried to sit up and shake her hand, her gigantic tits hanging heavily inside a much too tight and much too revealing sun dress.

"Who are you?" AJ asked, letting go and sitting back. His hands quickly felt around underneath the blanket he had slept under, making sure he hadn't undressed himself or rubbed one out in his sleep.

"I'm Melody," the woman said, her thick voluptuous lips parting seductively as she spoke.

"What are you doing in my house?" AJ asked then, thinking for a moment she might have broken in but...why? Why would anyone, much less this woman, want to break in?

"Oh, your dad forgot a few things and he's just grabbing them real quick before we go."

"Go? Go where?" AJ asked.

Melody frowned just a bit but then put on a placating smile. "Surely he told you we were going out of the country..."

"Oh. Yeah, he told me," AJ said, remembering snippets of what his dad had told him. At no time, however, had his dad mentioned, he was taking a hooker with him. "So, uh, where are you going again?" AJ asked.

"Oh, we're flying to Cancun, and then from there we're going to San Diego, and then Tokyo, and then Morocco..." She said, turning her body and her legs, to face him. "We're spending three days in Morocco, and then after that, we're flying to..." AJ tried to listen, tried to follow along, but his eyes saw Melody's legs apart, and her sun dress lifted. He swallowed nervously, looking away, but she seemed oblivious, and she kept talking, her knees gently swaying open and closed, open and closed. He could see her freshly shaved snatch and a thin line of hair leading directly down to it, like an arrow pointing to an all-you-can-eat buffet.

"Ahhh! AJ! I see you've met Melody!" his dad said, walking in from his bedroom with a green zippered case he used to hold important documents. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," AJ said, bunching the blanket up over his waist to hide his quickly growing erection.

"Good, good. How's the job?"

AJ gave his dad a strange look and then nodded. "Great! Actually, really great," he said, finally figuring out what his father wanted him to say. "You know, when I got home from work yesterday, I decided to do a bit of housework," AJ said proudly. "I took care of the laundry, the dishes, I vacuumed, and-"

"Wow. A man of many talents," Melody said, smiling. AJ nodded and turned to Melody, thinking she probably had a bunch of talents too... like sucking cock, and titty fucking any man into submission. "Now I don't feel so bad leaving Candice with him."

"Nah, he'll be fine. He knows what to do in almost any situation, don't ya?"

"I'm extremely versatile," AJ said smartly.

"So what do you do?" Melody asked, smiling.

Jaxson looked as if he was about to try and usher Melody out of the house, when AJ said, "Well, truth be told, I just changed positions. I'm going to be cataloging video entries and story submissions, at the local library."

"Oh, at the library?" Melody said as if impressed. "That sounds exciting."

"Oh, no," AJ said shaking his head. "It's the library. Nothing is exciting at the library."

"Well, maybe you're not being creative enough," she said, the edge of her mouth turning up in a very alluring manner. She turned to Jaxson. "I can think of at least...three things I could do in a library that would qualify as exciting."

AJ looked at his dad, who looked at him, and then back at Melody.

"Well, that sounds like a very noble job," Melody said then.

"Baby, we're going to have to leave if we're going to make the flight on time," Jaxson said urgently.

"Well, it was nice meeting you," Melody said, standing up and briefly flashing AJ once again.

"Nice meeting you too," AJ said, waving a hand.

"Get up," Jaxson said to AJ, the tiniest bit of anger in his voice. "You stand up when a lady stands up. You sit after she sits."

AJ stood up then, holding the comforter in front of himself, and reached out a hand. Melody shook his hand and then turned around. Jaxson looked at the comforter and then AJ, as if he didn't understand why his son was acting so strange. AJ felt his body calming, and turned, dumping the blanket onto the couch and Jaxson turned for the door.

"Oh! Looks like the taxi is outside," Melody said, and she opened the door and headed outside, her breasts bouncing like two beach balls, barely contained in a tight mesh top.

"Isn't she fucking amazing?" Jaxson said to AJ once she was outside.

"Who is that?" AJ asked then, not sure why she was even there.

"That's Melody!" his father said as if that explained it all. "I told you this like five times. We're eloping."

"Oh," AJ said, nodding. "You're... yup. Got it."

"Hold down the fort while we're gone. No loud parties. No drinking. We'll be back before ya know it. And find a job before I get back."

"I'm looking at the library," AJ said.

"You...you were serious about that?"

"I was," AJ said, "I am. I'm trying Dad. I think I'm gonna put in a resume to one of those job websites."

"Jaxson!" Melody called from outside, her voice sounding urgent.

"We'll talk more later," Jaxson said and he was out the door in a flash.

AJ sat for a long moment before checking his pockets and then desperately searching around for the piece of paper from Abbey. When he didn't find it, he dropped to his knees, and searched under the couch, in the cushions, behind the couch, pulling it away from the wall. He picked up his blanket and searched through the folds of fabric. He searched the kitchen, and then he went to the bathroom and searched there as well.

Without any other option, and knowing he hadn't gone downstairs after calling Abbey the night before, Aj went into his father's bedroom and searched for the paper in the trash. When he didn't find anything, he turned to leave and then spotted a minuscule tiny white ball on his father's dresser.

"God damn it!" AJ said, his fingers taking the tiny crumpled ball and slowly, meticulously, unfolding it. The paper looked like it had been run through the wash, chewed up, and spit out, but it was the same paper Abbey had written her number on. Obviously, his father had deemed it super unimportant and had crumpled it up without asking AJ, and had even painstakingly smashed the paper into the absolute tiniest ball he could possibly make it, before simply leaving it discarded on his dresser, as if it were nothing. Inconsequential. Like everything else that was important to AJ.

"Mother-ucker," AJ said, his voice croaking in the middle of the word. His father did shit like this all the time. Just dismissed things that AJ did, or things he thought were important. Nobody's feelings mattered to his father. Nothing mattered, except his father's opinions, and what he thought was proper. Nothing else mattered.

AJ flattened the paper out and then took it downstairs and put it on his nightstand next to his bed. He picked up his phone and tried the number again, but it went straight to voice mail and then hung up. He set the phone down and sighed. He wondered what had happened. Had Abbey's little brother hidden her phone? Had he broken it? Maybe it just died, and she had to charge it. He hoped whatever the issue was, she'd get it fixed, or...maybe he could go back to the library!

Without another thought about it, AJ got dressed and then got in his car and went to the library to see if Abbey would show up. He spent a good amount of the day there, waiting around, and even went inside and searched for jobs before the library made an announcement that they were closing soon.

Defeated, AJ headed back to his car, got in, and went home. Just as he was sitting down to watch a martial arts marathon, his cell phone buzzed. He grabbed it, thinking it might be Abbey, although he hadn't given her his phone number. Maybe she'd gotten her phone working and had pulled it from caller ID?

He hit the screen and went to his messages, only to find a number of messages, all from his father.

DAD: Don't forget to pick up Candice.

DAD: Don't fuck around. Go pick up Candice. Let me know when you've got her.

DAD: I swear to god son. You better be on your way to pick her up.

DAD: AJ!!!! GET TO THE FUCKING AIRPORT AND PICK UP CANDICE! NOW!

AJ hurried to type in his response, trying his best to not sound pissed off at the same time.

AJ : I'm fucking driving! Almost at the airport now! Gimme a break!

AJ flew from the couch, out the door, and into his vehicle, his feet barely touching the ground. He was on the road, and then on the expressway in record-breaking time. If everything went smoothly, he would be fashionably late, and his father wouldn't think a thing. As far as who the fuck he was supposed to be picking up, and why, he had no clue, but he figured he would find out soon enough.

DAD: You better be on your way. You better not be bullshitting me.

AJ waited until he was getting off the expressway at the airport exit, to message his dad back.

AJ : I'm at the airport already. Been here five minutes now. Signal is shitty. Has she landed yet?"

AJ hoped against all hope that his father would clue him in on where this "Candice" was going to be. He also hoped that she wasn't a complete dog or some strung-out loon like some of the people his dad had asked him to chauffeur around in the past six months. He still felt a bit queasy when he thought of Berudallah, the sixty-four-year-old German Bratwurst Vendor who his father had conducted a business deal with. AJ had been tasked with showing her the sights, and for two days he had endured almost constant sexual advances by the woman. If that wasn't bad enough, he'd fought the urge to projectile vomit with every moment, caused by the stench of sour milk that seemed to follow the woman wherever she went.

When the woman had left, and AJ had asked his father how he could tolerate the smell, his father had played dumb and said he didn't smell anything at all. AJ shook his head once again, trying to rid himself of the memories which were now more like nightmares.