Well, look who’s here, hey guys, check it out, Madeleine’s here, Eric said, opening the door for them. Carrie said, Hi Eric, aren’t you gonna say anything to me? No, he said, I see your face all the time.
The music was loud. There was a keg in the kitchen. The lights were low and a blue light hung in an empty back room. There were a few other girls there from the high school and about fifteen guys. Oz and Jimmy came in. Carrie pulled Maddy close and whispered, I think I’m going to go for that guy Jimmy, what do you think? Maddy said sure, go for it.
There was still some schnapps left. Maddy drank it real fast, chased it with beer. Her head spun and reeled and she gritted her teeth to balance herself. Carrie and Maddy sat on the couch next to each other. Carrie lit another joint and Oz and Jimmy came over and they smoked. Carrie said, so Jimmy, you got a girlfriend? He said, no. She said, you’re real cute. He started glancing around nervously. He was standing in front of the couch and he sat down on the armrest, next to her, his legs spread wide, his hands resting on his knees.
He said, in Kentucky, I had a girlfriend. Carrie said, yeah, what was her name? He said, Ashley. She said, that’s a pretty name — do you miss her? He said, yeah, but not so much as I did. Do you write her? Yeah, he said, I used to write her a lot. Do you call her? Yeah, not too much. What’d she look like? Carrie asked. I got a picture of her he said, standing up.
Jimmy reached into his back pocket, standing up in front of Carrie, his jeans super tight against his crotch. He pulled out his wallet and took out a photo and sat down again on the armrest. He gave the photo to Carrie. She said, oh, she’s pretty and passed the photo to Maddy. Isn’t she pretty, Maddy?
It was a yearbook photo, with a sky blue background. The girl had dyed blond hair that was long and curly. She wore a tight yellow sweater — her bra all stiff and pointy underneath it. Her teeth were crooked. Maddy turned the photo over and on the back it said, Jimmy, I will love you forever, love, Ashley. Her handwriting was big and swirly, barely fitting on the back of the photo.
Jimmy snatched the photo back, stood up again and put it back in his wallet. Carrie, said again, she’s real pretty, Jimmy. You must miss her. She had a smirk on her face. Maddy felt her face get hot. Carrie said, did she treat you nicely, Jimmy? Did she treat you right? Yeah, he said, looking at her stiffly. You wanna marry her, don’t you? He said, yeah. Did she touch you here, Jimmy, Carrie said, and slick as butter her hand was on the bulge tightly encased in his jeans, so quickly you barely saw her hand move but she clasped on like it was always there — her palm underneath his balls, her fingers stretching over his cock.
She wasn’t a ho like you, he said, his voice thick. Maddy watched his cock grow harder under his jeans, under her friend’s thin hand and she felt herself get wet. Did she fuck you, Jimmy? Carrie squeezed hard. I didn’t fuck her, he said, not moving, I made love to her. Ah, so she did treat you nice, Carrie said, taking her hand off his cock and sitting back on the couch. I thought I had me a nice virgin boy.
He stuck his jaw out. You slut, he said, dragging the word out long with his Kentucky drawl. But he didn’t leave.
You ever fuck anyone else besides Ashley? Carrie asked, her eyes perking upward on her forehead. Shut up, you fucking whore, Jimmy said, but still he didn’t move away from her and his cock was still hard in his pants. She ever suck your dick, huh Jimmy, she ever put your dick in her pretty little mouth? Jimmy said nothing. She said, let me take you in the back room. Carrie stood up and reached for his hand but he pulled away from her, jerked away from her. She was all little bones and sharp angles, hands on her hips. She said, I know you’re gonna follow me, and she started walking to that back room with the blue light and no one in it. He got up and followed her and shut the door behind them.
The seat of Maddy’s pants were wet, her crotch burned against her jeans. She got up and walked to the keg to pour herself a beer and fell down. Eric and some friends of his helped her up. Maddy said, I’m just trying to get to the keg. Eric said, you sit on the couch and I’ll bring you a beer. She sat back down. Eric brought her a beer and Oz came and sat down and there were others there, too. Maddy said, thanks, Eric, nice party — and drank her beer.
You’re still a whore even though you never come here anymore, Eric said.
Fuck you very much, she said.
Where’s your pussy boyfriend?
He’s at his cousin’s wedding.
Why didn’t he take you?
I don’t know.
Maybe you’re too big of a whore to take to a wedding. You probably can’t walk into a church without it burning down.
She said nothing.
You are one drunk bitch.
Fuck you very much.
Why’d you come here tonight? Felt like sucking some dick?
I came here cause Carrie wanted to come here.
Carrie’s sucking some dick right now. Ain’t that right?
Everyone started yelping and laughing.
Eric said, let’s check out Carrie’s dick sucking. You know, he said, leaning over to her, she never sucked cock as good as you did. Suck my dick Maddy, he said, breathing warmly on her. Right here. His voice was soft and his eyes looked vulnerable. He pulled his dick out of his jeans and everyone started to howl.
She said, get that away from me.
He said, you never came into my house before without sucking my dick.
She said, well, this will be a first.
Bitch! After you drink my beer. Shit, after I go and get you a beer and bring it to you like you’re some fucking princess.
I am a princess.
You’re a pig, he said, putting his dick back in his pants and he grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks so hard it hurt and her lips stuck out. She tried pulling back but he held on tight. He said, you’re a ho and a big-assed pig.
They were all around her. She saw some of the other girls from the high school, watching on, being jealous. They were sluts and they weren’t getting the attention they were used to. She was getting it all. She knew it was just because she hadn’t been around in a long time. So she seemed special.
Some guy said, hey let’s go see how Carrie’s doing, and he walked over and opened the door to the back room. The blue light was still on. Everyone turned toward the room. Maddy got up and stumbled and almost fell but steadied herself on some guy. She pushed past some guys to see because the door to the back room was surrounded now.
She saw Carrie laying spread eagle on the floor and Jimmy straddling her head, his bare ass tightened up and facing everybody. Carrie had all her clothes on. She had his cock in her mouth. Everyone hooted. Jimmy stood up, shoving his pants over his hard dick. Carrie propped herself up on her elbows and started to laugh, her chin wet and shiny. Eric walked in and then another and another and Oz was in there too and Maddy walked away and watched Jimmy go out the front door, his face bright red and lips puffy. Maddy walked over to the couch and lay down for a while and tried to rest her eyes but the noise of them wouldn’t let her and then she went in the bathroom and threw up.
Eric was standing outside of the bathroom when she got out.
You puke? he asked. She didn’t say anything — she just tried to get by him. You should go help your friend out. The ho can’t take them all by herself. Yes she can, Maddy said. Carrie’s taken a party twice this size and there are other girls here, too. He said, you’ve taken parties bigger than this. Maddy said, I don’t anymore. He said, what’s wrong with you? You don’t like dick anymore? She said, shut up Eric. He smiled, a chipped tooth and hard lips and his eyes like mud. He said you did it better. You’re made for hoing. Your big roomy mouth and ass. But you’ve lost some weight. I bet it’s because you don’t get enough.