Old South Trailer Court Ch. 05

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

That night Randy rushed Ruth to the emergency room following a painful gall bladder attack. The MDs thought it might be a heart attack, and she spent the night and most of Sunday in the cardiac crisis care unit, but it wasn't her heart, probably her gall bladder. Randy stayed with Ruth till they moved her to a semi-private room to do tests.

So Randy drove home and found Gaynelle in his trailer cleaning. "How'd you get in," Randy asked.

"Sandy's got a key," she said. "I can fix you something if you're hungry?"

"I was thinking of going out to get something, how bout you, have you eaten today?" He asked.

"I had some toast this morning, but I'd like to ride along if that's okay?" She replied.

"Sure," he said, aware that he was playing with fire.

Old South Trailer Court was smack-dad in the middle of an old part of Bay City. Orange groves and egg farms in the 50s, Sears and subdivisions came along in the 60s, a mall and industrial plants hatched in the 70s, and it was all poverty and squalor by 2000. A truck stop diner was about the only place to eat, and that's where they went. Randy ordered a hot roast beef sandwich with mashed potatoes, green beans, and a roll; Gaynelle got a cheese burger, fries, and a cola.

"I can't wait to drive my car!" She beamed.

"I told you the car's crap, and don't get your hopes up, cuz even if I get it running it'll be broke again for you know it," he said through a mouthful of food. " What do you weight, ninety pounds?" He asked.

"Ninety-five!" She corrected him.

"Is that hair real?" He asked.

"Yes!" She tugged one of her braided pig-tails to prove it. Gaynelle was nineteen, short, and petite, with bright blonde hair, heavy mascara, startling eye shade colors, and some modest, inexpensive tats and piercings. Looked like a trailer park Lady Gaga. And she liked how Randy checked her out. "Are you queer?" She asked.

"No, " he replied, chewing his food as he spoke.

"You don't never go out, and people think you're queer," she said, and caught him looking at her titties. "I wish I had big boobs," she said.

"What's wrong with your's?" He asked.

"Guys like big boobs," she said.

"Guys just like boobs, and they ain't gonna act snooty about any girl's rack! Did someone make fun of your titties?" He grinned.

"No, but I never seen you looking at them," she pouted.

"Maybe that's cuz you got a husband?" He reminded her.

"You mean Eddie?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah, he's my guess seeing how you live with him and all, and have his baby," Randy teased.

"I ain't married to Eddie," she said.

"Living with a guy's the same thing, kinda, and the baby's his," Randy reminded her.

"The baby ain't mine, its complicated," she said.

"I'm confused," he said.

"Can you keep a secret?" She leaned toward him.

"Sure," he said.

"Eddie's my half brother; a long time ago, up in Ohio, the state took him away from Sandy, and he grew up in foster homes. They cut him loose when he turned eighteen, and he come here and found us. Sandy's old man had just gone to prison, and Eddie moved in. Then Sandy got pregnant with his baby, and after the baby was born we moved here, where everbody thinks me and Eddie is married and got a kid. Truth is, Sandy don't want her old man finding out she does her own son," she said.

"It's complicated," he replied.

Randy touched Gaynelle's arm, walking to the car, and she twitched from the jolt of it. The spark shot from her spine to her stomach. On the ride back to the trailer park unfinished housework never crossed her mind, and the car felt warmer and mildly uncomfortable, like she needed to remove a garment, though she was barely dressed. It felt a little like summer though it was spring.

Inside the trailer Randy told her he needed to shower. She thought she'd organize his bedroom while he bathed, so it would be ready for him. Fresh sheets and pillow cases, they smelled good. An old patch quilt someone made long ago, soft and warm. But too warm tonight; set it at the foot of the bed. She draped a light bed-spread over the sheets, in case it got chilly later. Better turn the light out in the kitchen. She brought back a bottle of cold beer for Randy. Something was missing, though, some undone part of it, she racked her brain for a minute to think, and then it came to her.

Randy dried, pulled up his boxers, brushed his teeth, and opened the bathroom door. The trailer was dark. "Gaynelle musta gone home," he thought. "Too much temptation, and too much trouble in one package," he concluded.

In the bedroom he pulled back the bedspread and top sheet, and got in. "Fresh sheets are good," he thought. And when he was comfortable he felt a leg drape itself across his leg.

"I put a bottle of beer on the nightstand for you," she said.

"I can think of plenty of good reasons you shouldn't be here," he said.

"It's okay," she said. "I know you sleep with Ruth, and that her baby is your's. But I'm thinkin maybe you can make a little room for an extra girl in your bed. " She adjusted her body so that her crotch was pressed against Randy.

"Your pussy feels warm," he said.

"I know, it feels warm," she said, and put his hand on it, then put her hand on his cock and encircled it with her fingers. "I like how you feel," she said. "It's the right size for me, and I can hold on to it."

Randy touched her and his finger slipped inside with almost no effort. She felt loose but not stretched. He touched her clit with his finger and she responded. "That tingles," she whispered, and pushed his foreskin with her fingers. Randy fucked her hole with the finger till she felt slippery, and she humped his finger with her pussy.

"Sit on my face," he said. She turned around to straddle his chest with her bottom, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her bottom to his mouth. She lowered her head to his cock, took it into her mouth, and moved her mouth up and down its shaft, coating it with saliva each time. She liked cocks big enough to fill her but not too big to deep-throat. She wanted all of it inside her mouth or pussy or ass, and some guys were just too big for a small woman. Randy's tongue felt warm and wet in and around her holes. She liked the way he rimmed her ass. She liked how strong he was, and how he held her. And when he pushed his cock into her and filled her, she liked how his weight held her down, safe, when her body wanted to fly away. She liked how his beard stubble felt on her sensitive skin, like sand paper.

She fell asleep after the first fucking, and awoke Randy later for more cock before he left for work. Cock when you wanted it was nice. She liked sleeping in his bed, and planned to be there a lot.