The Jockey: 17, 18, 19

In spite of its description as “Fiction,” this story is actually an embellishment of real experiences I had with a girl during my time on the radio. The first several chapters are absolutely true, save names and locales.



XVII. Fireflies danced and branches rustled as my mind swam amongst the stars.

It had been hours since I’d felt the dull distress of fear. I was beginning to grow confident in my situation. I finally believed that I would be okay through this escapade, and, should Ashley… Or Kim, or both wish to continue our shenanigans, I would be able to manage the conditions of our affairs, provided they’d let me guide them.

I took a sip from my beer; the last. It occurred to me that my view of the sky was relatively unpolluted by ambient light from the small city nearby, and I concluded that we must be farther out from town than I’d previously believed.

The girls seemed to be taking their time, and I smiled again at the “best possible scenario” as I went to retrieve another beer from the refrigerator. The house was quiet, so much so that I found myself a little uncomfortable in it alone, and was eager to get back outside.

I had finished half of my second beer before I heard laughing from inside the house, and the joyful noise warmed me. I watched the door for several seconds before seeing Ashley’s silhouette suddenly posing in it, as if she were making a grand entrance onto a stage. She paused there only long enough to make a proper debut before making her way to me, and I could see that she was now clothed in shorts and a T Her hair was fixed the way she liked it, and as she got closer, I could see that she’d applied a small amount of makeup.

“How’s it going,” she asked.

I could not have kept myself from smiling if I’d wanted to, and I was sure I looked like an idiot. I didn’t really care. I’d only begun to feel the beer, and I was quite at ease. “Not too bad, I must say.”

She grinned. “How many have you had?” She took the beer from me and took a sip. I was about to reflexively object before I caught myself.

“That’s my second,” I informed her. I then noticed that she was wearing a t-shirt advertising her high school soccer team, and I cringed inwardly.

“That’s it until we get back.” She kept smiling at me as she took one more sip and said, “Get up. Go get in the shower.” I looked at her for a few moments, captivated by her allure before she spoke again. “Now.” Oh, I see.

I got up and tried to slip by her before she grabbed me for a kiss, then released me again into the house.

As I passed by Kim, she said, “Right at the top of the stairs to the open door at the end of the hall. Go through the bedroom into the bath. There’s a clean towel on the sink for you.”

I said, “Thanks,” and continued up the stairs as I wondered how many towels we had used over the day.

When I got to the bathroom, I became jealous of Kim’s parents’ financial wellbeing. The room was the same as my own in that it had a two-person shower, as wash basin, and a commode. However, my bath wasn’t in hand-laid tile, glass and porcelain, as this one was. As I coveted the expensive nature of my surroundings, I told myself that such things were unnecessary and frivolous. Then I answered that I didn’t care because I wanted it anyway.

I showered quickly, merely gliding the soap over me, spending the most significant time washing the pool chemicals from my hair. I noted that there were no seats in the shower, and I smiled to myself in triumph. I dried off, and headed back downstairs to find the girls in the den.

I heard them laughing before I saw them. Kim asked, “What is this?” I rounded the corner, and saw the girls sitting on the floor, clothed as if ready to leave, staring me down, their faces absolutely afire with excitement. Then I saw why. They were taking inventory. I saw large portion of my assortment of sex toys and bondage equipment strewn about their knees.

“Oh, okay,” I said. “I see what’s going on.” I saw what Kim was holding, and said, “That is a tail.” She looked at it for a few moments, then the light went on, and she dropped it, momentarily horrified that she’d been holding such a device. I laughed the hardest I had since meeting them.

Kim asked, “You keep this stuff in a bag in your trunk?” She was in utter disbelief as Ashley looked on with genuine interest. “What do you do with stuff after you… Use it?” Ashley laughed at her friend’s hesitation.

“I clean it,” I told her. “Any time I use anything, it’s sterilized before I put it back. It’s all completely safe.”

“If you say so,” she said, and Ashley laughed again. “Stop it, Ash,” and she pushed her friend over onto the carpet.

“Are you two ready to go?” I was getting a little impatient.

Ashley spoke up. “Yep, let’s go.”

Apparently, she had forgotten my lack of clothing. I gestured at my nudity, “E-hem…”

She looked at me quizzically before realizing. “Oh, yeah. I guess you are going to need clothes this time.”

“Thank you,” I said. She went upstairs briefly and returned with the garments and shoes in which I’d arrived, as well as the things Kim had taken home last night in a plastic grocery bag.

“Let’s go,” said Ashley, “You can get dressed on the way.

Dressing in the back seat of Kim’s Subaru wasn’t difficult so much as inconvenient, and the sky was dark now, so I wasn’t to concerned with being seen. My second shoe was being cinched as we pulled next to my car.

When we got to my place, the girls insisted on coming in with me, despite me having only to grab a few things. I opened the door, and let them inside. Ashley followed me to the bathroom to retrieve her dress, boots, and utterly destroyed thong, then left me to tend to my affairs. A few moments later, I heard Kim calling to me. “Where’s your TV?”

I called back to her, “I don’t have one.”

A few seconds later, she tried again, “No, where’s your television?”

I thought it might take some explaining, so I went to tell her in person. “Yeah, I heard you. I don’t have one.”

Ashley this time, “A television?”

“Nope.”

Kim again, and truly perplexed now, “What do you mean?”

And away we go… “Well, you know what a television is, right?”

“Yes?” Kim looked worried.

“Well, I don’t have one.”

“Asshole.” The look on her face was priceless. “Why don’t you have a television?”

I was really enjoying this. Most young people could not understand not having a television. I explained that I didn’t understand it myself until I couldn’t afford one. Then, when I had money again, I found that I really hadn’t missed the TV, and decided I was better off without one.

She and Ashley looked at each other blindly, before Ashley asked, “What do you do with all your free time?”

Serious as a heart attack, “I have sex with underage girls.”

Ashley looked back at Kim, “Boy, he is an asshole, isn’t he?” I started to laugh. “What are you standing around for? Go get your stuff.” I retreated to the bathroom to drop my toiletries into a shaving kit, then returned to the desk in the living room to check for messages. The girls were watching me, like they knew something I didn’t and they weren’t going to tell me. I stopped, and started watching them, which apparently didn’t go down well.

“Are you ready,” Ashley asked impatiently.

“Yeah,” I answered, “But I just thought of something; now that I know I can park at the house, why don’t I drive my own car instead of riding with you two?”

They looked at each other, as if in disbelief of my revelation, not understanding how they hadn’t thought of it. Kim started smiling as Ashley turned to me and said, “Because we’re already here.”

Still trying to be helpful, I began, “But if I take…”

“You’re coming with us because I said so.