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Chapter 9
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A few days had passed since the whole Juice/ Skylar incident. Savannah was doing great so far at avoiding them, for the most part. There was that run in outside of shop class, but that was it. She was out of the apartment by the time Skylar was leaving, didn't engage with her during class, and avoided walking with her. Juice was trickier though. She had to talk to him during class, he was her partner and finals were coming up. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed him.
Not only that, but she worked with him too. So ignoring him wasn't possible, and neither was avoiding him. They kept things general though. Only talking if absolutely necessary. There had been a couple of brushes of hands that sparked them both, but Savannah tried her best to ignore the feelings that came with it. Occasionally the topic of how his car was doing was brought up, but that was as far as small talk went.
Savannah had ventured to class early, like she did most days, so she could settle in before class started and the rest of the guys showed up. Walking inside, she was greeted to the sound of heavy breathing and moans. For a second, she was confused until it dawned on her. Someone was using the garage for a hook up before class.
She almost felt bad for whoever the poor guy was. Class would be starting soon and . . .
Savannah stopped dead in her tracks. It was him. Juice had some slut bent over one of the work benches, luckily not theirs, and going at her from behind. Her breasts were falling out of her shirt while he squeezed one of them, his face buried in her neck as he moved his hips. The girl seemed to be enjoying herself plenty from the sound of her whining.
Why were the fates against her? Why did she need to keep seeing this? It was like the world was against her and needing for her to see Juice with every damn bitch he decided to stick his dick into. Was it a sign? Could she just say she heard it loud and clear and does not need another hint? Cause now this was just getting old.
As if knowing she was looking at him, his head lifted and he spotted her. His eyes darkened, his thrusts becoming harder, as if he was trying to tell her something as their eyes stayed locked together. This should be her. It would be her if she'd just quit being a stubborn little bitch. He was proving something to her. He didn't need to pine after her, he could have any other girl, and they'd be more than happy to give him what he wanted.
With a final thrust, she realized he was having his orgasm. Blushing hard, she realized she was watching them. Moving back into the hall, she tried to pretend she hadn't just stood there and watched him get off. A few minutes later, the girl came out, fixing her hair to make it look like she hadn't just been fucked. She didn't even notice Savannah as she walked away, a slight limp in her step, a sure sign that she'd been fucked good. The thought alone made Savannah sick.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and headed inside for a second time. Looking over, she saw Juice changing into his Dickies by the lockers. He didn't even have to look at her for her to know he was grinning like a smug son of a bitch.
Clearing her throat, she straightened up and headed over to the lockers. She ignored him, not giving him what he obviously wanted out of her, and got changed for class. She knew he was watching her, waiting for some kind of comment. Might as well give him one, just not the one he was looking for.
"Patterson and Jeffers's are gonna be pissed if you left cum stains on their desk." She said outloud as she pulled on her suit, zippering it closed over her clothes.
Sparing a glance over, she saw he wasn't expecting that response. He wanted her to be upset like last time. He wanted her to be jealous, and while she was, she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. If Juice wanted to get his dick wet, fine. She wasn't going to stop him, she'd told him that. It wasn't going to change her mind, and she didn't expect him to wait around for her. That didn't mean she had to talk to him though.
Just like with Skylar. Whether she was into Juice or not, she had crossed a line. She knew she had been with Juice, knew there was a part of her that still wanted him, and she had slept with him anyway. What kind of 'friend' did that? She knew Skylar liked to sleep around, not get tied down with one guy, but some guys were just off limits. It was a friend thing.
If she was back home and there was a guy Tara had slept with, that wasn't her brother, Savannah would know better than to go after him. Especially without talking to her about it first. It's one thing to go after him, but she did it behind her back and that was what hurt worse about it.
"I know how to clean up after myself, princess." Juice said, bringing her back from her thoughts.
Rolling her eyes, she closed her locker and headed over to their work bench while putting her hair up. He was close behind her, dropping his precious tool box on the table. Setting hers down, she glanced over. Juice always took extra good care of his tools. They were probably the nicest in the class. Not the most expensive, but that didn't matter here. It mattered if you take care of your tools, and Juice did just that.
She had to give him credit for that. It wasn't easy and she knew how bad the outcome could be if you didn't clean your tools. The two worked in silence as the class started, but it was starting to get to Savannah. Juice was never this quiet. Normally, she couldn't ever get him to shut up. "There's this guy, Kyle, at my family's garage. Never cleans his tools. They work like crap. He should take a page out of your book. I don't think I've ever seen a spot on yours before." She broke the silence.
Juice glanced over with a raised eye brow. That was the first time she'd initiated the conversation between them. Maybe he was making progress after all? He wasn't about to let this opportunity pass him though. "Uh, yeah. OCD, I guess. Went through hell to get 'em, need to make sure they stay the way I got 'em." He said with a shrug.
She understood that, he valued them. You took care of what you valued. OCD though, that was new. She saw hints of it before, when he would get anal about there being a mess at their station or how he'd be at the diner when a customer left a big mess. It wasn't just that though, she'd seen him do it to his jumpsuit too. He hated stains. It made her wonder if his place was scary clean too.
"So OCD, and ADD, there anything you don't have?" She asked, covering her mouth when she realized how rude that must have come off. "Sorry, that came out wrong."
He shrugged, not looking at her now. He hadn't told her about the ADD before. He knew his moods could be off because he wasn't taking his meds, but he didn't realize it was bad enough to notice. "How'd, uh, how'd you know I had that?" He asked softly, not wanting anyone to over hear. The last thing he needed was for them to think he was any more of a spaz than they already did.
She shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing what to tell him. It was just stuff she picked up on, there was nothing to be ashamed of. Some of her uncles had more problems than just not being able to focus. Hell, Tig was a seriously disturbed perv, but she loved him as much as he loved her. She trusted him with her life, as long as he never shared any details with her.
"You get distracted at the diner easily. Every noise, you always have to know what it is. When you're on break, you'll zone out playing with a straw wrapper. The other day when you were waiting for your ride, you couldn't sit still. Just little things like that." She explained, working on her engine part.
Juice watched her for a minute, not realizing she had noticed any of that. No one had ever noticed any of that before, no one paid enough attention to. She had.
It was a start.
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Savannah needed to shower before her shift at the diner. Getting in a quick lunch wouldn't hurt either. She was hurrying to her door, only pausing to get it unlocked. She was about to step inside when she heard the door behind her open. "Sav, wait!" She heard Skylar call out from behind her. "Come on, talk to me." Skylar pleaded when Savannah ignored her.
Skylar missed her and hated that they weren't talking because of some guy. It was stupid, and she just wanted her friend back. Savannah missed her too, but she was too much like her mom to just let it go. Sleeping with Juice felt like a betrayal to her, and she couldn't just forgive her for that.
"Just leave me alone, Sky." She said back as she shuffled inside and shut the door behind her.
Leaning against the door, she took a deep breath before pushing off and heading to take a quick shower. This day couldn't end fast enough.
Stripping, she climbed into her shower and turned around, letting the hot scolding water beat down on her head. Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair to get it fully wet. God, this felt nice. The grease and grime swirled down the drain in a dark puddle as she rubbed her coconut body wash over her skin. She was so wound up . . .
Closing her eyes, the image of Juice entered her mind. He was fucking that girl, but she couldn't see her face this time. All she could see was his eyes staring her down. They were smiling, like he knew something she didn't. And full of sex.
Running a hand down her front, she paused at her mound. Was she really going to do this right now? It'd been over a month since she'd gotten off, and she was wound up tighter than a yo-yo. Closing her eyes again, she let her fingers slip past her folds as the image of Juice came back. The way his body had felt so hard and tight against hers . . . the muscles in his back that had strained while he was inside of her, rocking his hips.
Circling her little nub, as gasp left her lips as she imagined it was Juice. She wondered how his tongue would feel inside of her as she slipped one finger in first. She hunched over, grabbing the wall for support as she worked herself. God, she really did need to get laid.
Panting, she slipped in another finger. She bet Juice would be a master at this. He had mechanic hands, and those were amazing. She knew that from personal experience, not that anyone knew. Juice's fingers would be long and calloused, rough in just the right way when he stroked inside of her, touching her G spot. Her thumb pressed down onto her clit as she pumped her two fingers inside of herself feeling the shakiness of an orgasm starting.
She could feel the familiar heat pool in her stomach, muttering out 'Juice', just seconds before she came. Resting her head on her arm, she caught her breath. This was gonna be a long night.
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Juice was in the middle of a shower at Mel's. He'd been staying there this week, taking her up on her offer to stay. Sure, it meant late nights he could have used the extra sleep from, but it got him a bed and a hot shower. He didn't need to worry about anyone walking in and seeing his ass or something. Plus, she cooked for him. And not just frozen meals either. Real food.
Mel's wasn't that bad a choice. Hot meals, a shower, and a bed. Not to mention the bonus of getting laid a few times a night, even once in the morning if she was in the mood. It was back to the real world now though. He'd come over after class for a nap, and ended up having a quick round with Mel before she left. Granted, all they had time for was him to eat her out, but he knew he'd gotten the job done right.
Now he needed to clean the smell of pussy off him before work. There was no time for a nap today, he guessed. He knew Mrs. P wouldn't appreciate him coming in smelling like sex, he'd already made that mistake before and had gotten a stern look and an order to go change his clothes after he washed up. He didn't want Sav knowing he'd fucked someone else either. Not after already going through that once today.
He wasn't even sure why he fucked Brittany . . . or was her name Amy? Maybe it was Stacy, he really couldn't remember. He'd been hanging out in the cafe waiting for class to come around and she deemed him worthy of her attention. One thing led to another, and somehow they ended up fucking in the garage.
He wasn't sure what had came over him when Savannah came in. He'd saw the look in her eyes while she was watching him. She wanted it. Wanted him. Seeing that look , it drove him insane. He didn't last much longer after that. Of course, he lasted long enough to stare her down. He knew this was what she wanted. Him to fuck her against the work bench like he was the blonde.
It would be great, he knew that without a question. She'd be all ready for him, dripping with need. Her nails would dig into the wooden table, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she watched him. Fuck, glancing down, he noticed he was at full attention. He didn't have time for this. Damn Mel for not getting him off before she left.
Closing his eyes, his mind went back to the picture he'd been building up in his head. Where was he? Oh, right, Sav was dripping wet, waiting for him to push in. But he had to work up to it first . . . . . .
Running his hands up her thighs, her breathing hitched in anticipation. She knew what was coming. Fuck, why did she have to wear those damn jeans. Tugging them down, he palmed her ass. Fucking hell, she had a nice ass. She'd been a bad girl. He grinned at that. A very bad girl. Smack. She moaned at the contact of his hand swatting her ass cheek. She loved it.
"That what you want? You want me to punish you, princess?" He asked, hunched over her as he nuzzled the back of her neck. Leaving another slap to her ass, it evoked a louder moan from her. "Course you do. You love it when I punish you." He muttered to himself, his hand beating away at his dick.
Once her ass was nice and pink from his punishment, he wasted no time in slamming into her from behind. She squealed, her nails digging into the wood hard enough to leave marks on it. Fuck, she was so tight. She felt so damn good. She was moaning his name, begging for him to go harder. "Yeah, yeah, you love it rough. Don't'cha, princess?" He groaned, imagining himself hammering into her. "Fu-fuck yeah, you do." He muttered.
He felt his dick spasm in his hand as his balls tightened. Crap, he was gonna cum before . . . fuck, what was he thinking? This was his fantasy. She didn't need to get off, but he wanted her to. Damn, he really wanted to see her face when he made her come. It would have to-to . . . shit . . .
Looking down, he saw his hand covered in white goo. He'd lost his train of thought and jizzed all over himself. Fuck, he was going to be so late for work.
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It wasn't until after he'd gotten dressed and repacked his things that he noticed what Mel had done before she left. Along side the spare key he'd been using to let himself in and out sat 8 hundred dollar bills all fanned out along with her car keys. A hastily scribbled note was underneath all of it.
Thought you could use this handsome. C-ya tonight
Mel
This was mind blowing. He'd yet to figure out how he was going to pay for the new tires plus the starter. Just when he'd thought his only option would be to ask his dealer for a loan on later weed sales, this happened. But . . . it was too much.
Juice didn't take charity or pity from anyone. Taking eight hundred bucks from a single mom was just plain . . . wrong. Glancing around at the house he was still inside of though . . . if anyone he knew could afford to do something like this, it was Mel. He touched the money chewing on his bottom lip in deep thought. To take or not to take.
The car keys were the easy choice. He'd borrow her car, sure, but it was just because it was freezing outside and would be even worse by the time he got off from the diner and Mel had made it clear she could catch a ride home with a neighbor. Sighing, he swiped the cash off of the table top stuffing it in his pockets. He'd think about it while he drove.
And think about Sav too. Something had to give there. He'd tried the sexy approach, the goofball approach, the friend approach, that left him with absolutely nothing. Especially not now that he knew, she knew all about things he'd been trying to keep from everybody else. The ADD, the OCD, the two jobs, that left him with just one last secret. And he'd never tell her that. Girls like her didn't go for guys like him. Not if they knew what they were getting into.
