Jacksonville or Bust

"Fuck you, Jimmy!" she yelled as she stormed out of the wooden house.

"Fuck me? Fuck you! You're a stupid whiny bitch!" Jimmy said, chasing after her and slamming the screen door as he left.

"What did you call me?" she turned around as he approached her in his white tank top and blue jeans.

"Bitch!" Jimmy repeated, " Do you want me to spell it for you?" he looked down at her.

"You know what?" she shook her head. "You're not even worth it!"

She stormed off into the dark of the night. She didn't even look back at him. She hated him, that house, and his friends, but she hated her life most.

"Another fight with Jimmy?" the old man behind the bar asked as she walked into the local watering hole.

"Fuck him!" she said as she pulled up the partisan and joined him. "Mind if I put in a few hours?"

"Hell no," he said as he took a seat.

"I'm not going back," she said as she cleaned some of the glasses.

"Yes, you will," the old man nodded. "You always come here when you're mad, he will come through that door, the two of you will talk, then you will leave."

"Not this time," she shook her golden blonde hair. "He can take a fucking leap off a cliff."

"What he do this time?" the old man asked.

"That motherfucker wanted me to strip for him and his friends as they watched the game!" she shouted. "Can you believe that shit?"

The older man shrugged. "Drinking, again, is he?"

"Yes! After the last time, he promised he would stop," Jessie said as she took an empty beer glass from one of the customers.

She popped the top off a new one and then handed it to him. She flicked the cap into the bin across from her.

"Jessie," the old man nodded towards the door.

Jimmy had walked in. He had his brown baseball hat on and wore a worn-out brown jacket over his tank top.

"What part of fuck you, don't you understand?" Jessie said as he reached the bar.

"Hey Leonard," Jimmy nodded.

"Jimmy," the old man replied.

"The usual," Jimmy said as he sat down.

Jessie folded her arms under her impressive bust.

"Now Jessie, he is a paying customer if he sits at my bar," Leonard said from behind her.

"Fine!" Jessie said as she took a beer bottle. She popped the top and slid it to him. "Drink it and get the fuck out."

"I am sorry, okay, things got a little out of hand," Jimmy said. "You can't be walking around with those hanging out and wearing those shorts, especially with the guys around."

"This is my fault?" Jessie screamed at him.

The locals were used to these two arguing. None of them stopped what they were doing.

"I have massive tits, Jimmy! I have always had them if you and your friends can't handle that then watch the game somewhere else!"

"I said I was sorry," Jimmy said. "I told them they had to leave, now just come back to the house."

Jessie shook her head. She had given in to Jimmy too many times. She loved his brown eyes, how they looked under that cap, and how he smelled after working at the factory. The two had been an item since they were in High School.

"Please," Jimmy pleaded.

"Fine," Jessie snapped. "This is the last time, Jimmy," she said as she walked around the bar.

Leonard stood up with a smile. He had known them both since they were born.

Jessie fell back on the bed as Jimmy fell on top of her. Her legs parted as he slid into her. "Don't ever call me a bitch again," she said as he gently bit her neck.

"You're my fucking bitch, and I will call you that as much as I want," Jimmy said as he pushed deeper inside her.

Jessie's legs wrapped around him as he began to fuck her. She squeezed them tightly around his thin pale frame of a body. With each thrust into her, she tightened her grip.

"Fuck!" Jimmy yelled, stopping his pace. "All right!" he gave in.

Jessie had spent most of her life riding horses and being on the cheer squad in High school. She had legs that could crush a man's ribs if she wanted. Jimmy got up. His mood for him had been destroyed, just like the aching pain across his waist.

"And you wonder why I call you that," he said as he put on a shirt.

"Keep calling me that, and I will crush more than just your ribs," Jessie said as she turned over.

The two slept the night away, angry at each other even as they woke up. Jimmy went to work at the paper factory. Jessie turned over as she worked later that day at the bar.

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"You know one day, one of you are going to kill the other," Nathan said. He was the cook that worked behind the bar.

"I know," Jessie said as she took some orders. "What are we supposed to do?"

"Call it quits," Nathan replied. "You both had a good time, call it a failed relationship and be done with each other."

Nathan was right, but then Nathan was always right. Everyone came to the bar not only for the drinks, music, and sports. They came to ask Nathan for advice. He was the town's councilor.

"Okay, but this town is small, not like we wouldn't know what the other was doing," Jessie said.

The town was tiny. It was one of the small towns that people saw from the highway as they passed it at a high rate of speed. The only time anyone from the outside came into town was to gas up, buy food, or had to make an emergency stop.

"Then leave," Leonard said from his corner. Jessie looked at him, tossing her golden hair aside. "You heard me," Leonard said, standing up. "What have you got going on here that is holding you?"

Jessie thought for a moment. Jimmy was the only thing she had left. Her mother died when Jessie was a baby. She had stayed with one of her mom's friends for most of her life, then Nathan had taken her in. He had been the closest thing to a father she had known.

"He's right," Nathan said, looking at her with those cold blue eyes. "You're going to be thirty in four months, what have you got to show for it? Do you want to end up like us working your life away in some no named town, in the middle of fucking nowhere?"

Jessie looked over her shoulder at the rest of the people in the bar. It was like a scene out of a movie. Everything had stopped, and everyone was looking at her.

"Come on. There is something I want to show you," Leonard said.

They walked to the back of the bar. Leonard and his wife Patricia lived behind the bar. It was a cozy place. Jessie had often slept back there when Jimmy and she had big fights.

"Sit," he said, pointing to a chair and table in the middle of the kitchen.

Jessie sat and began thinking about leaving. She had thought about it many times. Leonard came back with a photograph in his hand. He handed it over.

Jessie looked at it. It was a photo of a lady, she was wearing a white shirt, with beads around her neck, short jeans shorts, and a suitcase.

"Who is this?" Jessie asked.

"I think you know the answer to that question," Leonard said, sitting across from her.

Jessie looked at the picture; her eyes began to water. She knew her mom's story of how she came to this town from somewhere else, hitching rides across the country, she fell for a fellow hitchhiker along the way, and the two traveled together.

They had settled down here when her mother became pregnant. Some people say the man took off. Some say he was hit by a car and died on the spot. Jessie was born, but then her mother became ill and passed away.

"Who took the picture?" Jessie asked.

"I think it was him," Leonard said. "Read the back," he said as he looked at her.

Jessie turned the picture in neat handwriting. It displayed the date a full two years before Jessie was born. Then underneath the date, it said in bold letters: JACKSONVILLE OR BUST.

"They were going to Jacksonville. I thought he was from here?" Jessie asked through teary eyes.

"That was a rumor, neither of them was from here, they found each other on the road. They settled here because your mother was pregnant with you," Leonard said.

"You knew them?" she asked.

"Nah, I saw them around but never spoke to them because I knew the moment they had you, they would be gone," he smiled. "He left her, before you were born, she stayed."

"Where did he go?" Jessie asked.

"Did you read the back?" Leonard asked.

"Jacksonville?" she said.

"Since they were heading south. I figure it meant Jacksonville, Florida," he said, standing up.

"Where did you get the picture?" she asked.

"Found it, when I was cleaning out their apartment," he nodded. "It's yours now."

He left her there to think. Jessie thumbed the picture looking at her mom with her long legs and golden hair. The only thing she had was that suitcase. She looked like she had no cares except for the man who took the picture.

That night Jessie packed all of her clothes into a duffle bag. It wasn't a suitcase like her mom's, but it would do. She picked it up, put it over her shoulder, and headed down the stairs.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Jimmy said, standing up from his chair.

"I'm leaving," Jessie said, standing firm. "It's over, Jimmy. It has been over for a while now."

"If you leave, I am not going to chase you this time," Jimmy said, plummeting down into his chair.

Jessie stood there looking down at him. "What are you waiting for?" he asked. "If you're going to go, then fucking go!"

Jessie nodded. She walked towards the door. Then she looked around at him. "Do you love me?"

"Bye Jessie," Jimmy said. His eyes were filled with tears.

"Bye, Jimmy," she said as she closed the door. Jessie walked to the bar to say her goodbyes.

"Leaving now, huh?" Nathan said, wiping the sweat from his face.

"Yes, tear the bandage and all that stuff," Jessie said. Nathan walked around the bar.

"Good," Nathan said.

His big burly arms gave the girl he had known since she was a child the most considerable, tightest hug he could muster. He let her go and then looked down at her.

"You don't come back, you hear me, you leave, and you don't give us a second thought. You got it!"

Jessie nodded. She looked over at Leonard, still sitting on his chair that was always behind the bar. He nodded at her, and she nodded back. She turned to walk out of the bar when a man stepped in front of her.

"Here," he said, handing her a set of keys. He nodded to an old truck parked outside. "She's on her last legs. She won't take you far, might even break down a few miles from here; when she does, you leave her there. She belonged to my ex-wife, and I will be glad to get rid of the damn thing."

Jessie smiled. "Thank you," the man nodded and returned to his table. Jessie got in the truck. It smelled of cigarettes and beer.

The truck barely started. Jessie put it in gear and headed out of town towards the interstate. She looked in the rear-view at the light, looking back at the only place she had ever known. Jessie looked back at the traffic light. When it turned green, she headed onto the ramp.

Miles ticked away with each one. It took her further away from the place she had called home.

The truck made the strangest noises as it slowly began to die. After the sun had crept up from the clouds, it gave its last breath as a cloud of smoke came out of it. Jessie pulled it over to the side.

"Okay," she said as she picked up her bag. She slung it over her shoulder. "Walking it is."

Jessie began to walk. Luckily, she was wearing much better shoes than her mother had worn.

Whenever Jessie wanted to give up, when the sun beat her to the breaking point, she took out the picture and kept moving forward. A sign indicating a truck stop made her come off the highway.

"Well, look at you," the man behind the register said as Jessie put down the two bottles of water on the counter.

"Bathroom?" Jessie asked. The man handed her the key attached to a large wooden stick.

"Round the back," he said as he handed her the change.

"Thanks," Jessie nodded.

When Jessie looked in the mirror, she saw the sun had reddened her face. She had dark black circles under her eyes. She washed her face, then drenched her long hair in the cold water. She looked back at the woman looking back at her.

"We can do this, no getting in cars with strangers, stick to the lights. At night, we have enough money for a room. We got this right?" she nodded. The woman nodded back at her. "Let's go."

Jessie handed the key back in and then began to walk back to the ramp that would take her back to the highway. She had bought a map to keep her on the right path.

The sun was beginning to go down when she saw the sign for the next city. "Next exit we get off and get somewhere to stay," she told herself.

"Well look what we got here," a truck skidded to a stop as she began to head for a motel off the interstate.

"Just want to get a room," Jessie said, exhausted.

She had finished her last bottle of water a few hours ago. She was barely keeping herself upright.

"We got a room for you," one of the men said, jumping down from the back of the truck.

Jessie's eyes barely focused on one of the men, let alone all of them.

"Please, just let me be. I just want to lay down," Jessie said as she tried to push past them.

"Hold on," another said. "You going to deny our southern hospitality?"

"Check out her tits?" another one said. "Think they are real?"

"Hell no, look at her frame. I bet her father paid for them and now she is running away from him."

"Give them a squeeze, see if they are real," another said.

Jessie swung her fist but missed, and she fell to the ground with all that effort.

"Pick her up, let's take her to my place."

"Please no," Jessie began to say before blacking out.

Jessie woke with a start. "No!" she screamed.

"You're okay," a man's voice said.

Jessie opened her eyes to see a black man on a bed across from her. "My name is Anthony," the man introduced himself.

"Jessie," she replied. She looked around the room.

"It's a hotel, sorry I didn't have enough for separate rooms," Anthony said.

"The others?" Jessie asked, looking around.

"I chased them away," Anthony smiled. "They gave me this for my troubles."

He had a black eye and a few bruises all across his face.

"Thank you," Jessie smiled.

"The room is yours. I only had enough for the one day," Anthony said as he picked up a large backpack.

"Do you have a car?" Jessie asked, hoping he could take her closer to her destination if he were a nice man.

"No," Anthony replied. "I am hiking it to Miami," he smiled. "I was adopted, I just found out my birth parents are from Miami, so I thought I would look them up."

"I am heading to Jacksonville," Jessie smiled. "Would you like company?"

"Of course," Anthony smiled.

The two bought some provisions for the road and began to walk together. Along the way, they each told their stories. Anthony gave her a high five for leaving her dead-end life.

After hearing how Anthony lost his job and house, Jessie didn't feel bad about her life. Many people stopped to offer them rides. Some were going the wrong way. Others wanted to take her, but not him. They both agreed it would be safer for them if they stuck together.

The night came, and with it, a thunderstorm. They got off the highway and got under an overpass.

They lay on the ground keeping their belongings off the ground. Anthony took out a large plastic sheet which he put under them.

"Sorry, I don't have anything to keep us warm," he said.

"You should stop apologizing," Jessie said as she curled up close to him. She wrapped her arms around him and placed her head on his chest. He pulled her close, and the two fell asleep.

The next day they both smiled as they saw the sign that showed they were getting closer to Jacksonville, it was another day away according to the miles on the sign, but it made them feel good.

They walked with more vigor, and they made up some time when the sun started to fall.

The last person to stop to offer them a ride was going the wrong way, but they had given them some money. They went to a motel and got a room.

Jessie loved how the shower felt. It cleaned the road dirt from her skin and hair.

"Your turn," Jessie said as she got out.

"Wow," Anthony said.

"What?" she replied.

"Never noticed the color of your hair," he smiled.

"Shut up," Jessie said as she pushed him into the bathroom.

There was only one bed. They had decided to share it. When Anthony finally came out of the shower, he joined her on the bed.

"Well look at you," Jessie smiled.

"What?"

"I thought you were a white guy and was just black from all the dirt," she laughed.

They both laughed before falling asleep.

Jessie was the first to wake. She looked at the digital clock on the stand. It was just past Seven. She also noticed that Anthony had his arms around her, wrapped under and around her, and both his hands were on her chest.

She just shook her head before laying her head back on the pillow. She felt him poking her just above her ass as she settled back.

"No way," Jessie whispered to herself. She smiled as she moved her ass back and forth until it was level with him. He was as hard as a rock.

"Anthony," Jessie said, but he didn't stir. "Anthony!" she said louder.

"What?" he bolted upright.

"Nothing, calm down," Jessie said. "It's just that your, you were poking me," she smiled as she looked down at the tented sheets.

"Oh..." he began to say before she put her hand over his mouth.

"If you say sorry, I will slap you. Do you understand?"

Anthony nodded. Jessie took her hand from his mouth. She placed it on his bulging pants. "I wanted to wake you so I could do this."

Jessie dived under the sheets and took him into her mouth. She had never sucked on a black dick before, and she enjoyed how much thicker it was than Jimmy's. It wasn't as long as Jimmy's, but she loved how its thickness filled her mouth.

Jessie moaned as she bobbed her head up and down. She could hear Anthony moaning as well as see his toes curling. She bounced her head faster, squeezing his heavy balls as she took him into her mouth.

Anthony pulled the sheets back.

"I'm cumming," he said. Jessie increased her speed, circling her tongue around him. With a final twist of her mouth, he came hard, filling her mouth as he came.

"Holy shit, that was good," Anthony said.

"I have good oral talents," Jessie smiled.

"So, do I," Anthony said as he dove under the sheets.

"Holy fuck," Jessie bellowed as Anthony's tongue pushed its way inside her.

Jimmy had never gone down on her, not once. He was making her squirm around the bed with his tongue and lips.

Anthony's hands held onto her thighs with a vice-like strength. Jessie felt like she was either climbing the wall or being pulled down to the bottom of the bed. He was relentless. Each time she came, it edged him on further.

"Stop!" Jessie finally screamed.

Jessie breathed heavily; beads of sweat made their way down her face.

"Goddammit," Jessie said as Anthony came up from under the sheets. "Do you even breathe?" she asked as she tried to catch her breath.

"You know the saying," Anthony said with a devilish smile.

"Which one?" she asked.

"If you want to stick it, you better lick it," he smiled back at her.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Jessie smiled.

Anthony wasted no time as he climbed on top of her. Jessie felt him as he slid into her filling her up way more than Jimmy had ever done.

Anthony fucked her hard. She held onto the headboard to stop it from banging against the wall. All thoughts of Jimmy were fucked out of her as Anthony pushed her legs up and over her head.

"That's it fuck me!" Jessie said, letting go of the headboard. She grabbed one of her tits and began sucking on the nipple.

"Keep doing that," Anthony said as he fucked her harder.

"This?" Jessie asked as she circled her nipple with her tongue.

"Yeah," Anthony said as he fucked deeper into her.