SLUTBURBIA - Chapter Eleven - The Vendetta

"You're a selfish cunt!" one of her friends typed when Jenny was trying to explain that she was taking a break from their private online chat group.

Mommy boards were the devil.  This wasn't the first time she'd tried to walk away, but no matter how badly Jenny wanted to escape, like a vortex, they just kept sucking her back in.  There was always some new excuse to go back one last time and read some asinine thread about nothing of substance, filled with idiotic drivel and drunken rage posts about how one group of bitchy e-friends is so much better than some other group of bitchy e-friends.  They were all dumbasses.  Every last one of them.  Jenny hadn't always felt that way though.  There was a time when she'd counted on the friends she made on the internet, all those late nights they spent chatting about everything and nothing.   They'd laughed and cried, they'd helped support one another through trivial life events like baby showers and first birthdays.  They talked about how to spike baked goods for meddling mother-in-laws, a little ex-lax powder in the brownie mix.  But now things were just getting out of hand.  Just a few weeks before, somebody's husband was caught sexting with a co-worker, and Jenny watched in disgust as the other girls spent hours coming up with elaborate schemes of revenge.

They'd taken a collection to rent a billboard near the hospital and plastered, "Heidi the Nurse is a Whorey Whore," for the world to see.  And now the resident drunk poster was urging the bitter wife to leave Heidi the Nurse's phone number for unsuspecting men trying to find hookers on Craigslist.  That resident drunk poster was something else, talk about a pathetic case of insecurity and going-nowhere-edness.  Jenny didn't know shit about child-rearing, but it was safe to say that bitch's kids were rarely fed, bathed or cuddled.  But considering how much she'd bitched about being touched, Jenny wasn't so sure resident drunk poster's kids were being cuddled anyway.  It reminded Jenny of that psychology study she'd read about in college, where one monkey baby was raised in a cage with nothing but food and water, and the other monkey baby was given a cloth doll.  The monkey with the cloth doll made it, but the monkey that didn't have any kind of physical contact with anything else?  It withered away and died.

These ladies were gross.  At least Jenny had kept her internet fuckery to a bare minimum, only getting online after she was done with work or reading a book.  It was always amazing to see how these crazies could spend twenty-two hours out of the day fighting with other crazies on the internet.  And it was becoming pretty obvious that they had no interest in making any real changes to their lives, they just wanted to bitch and complain.  It had been entertaining to watch unfold, for awhile anyway, but now the whole going-nowhere-with-their-lives-edness was getting stale as fuck.  AND they were doing shit like taking out Craigslist ads to fuck with Heidi the Whorey Whore nurse, which Jenny thought was really crossing the line. 

If they'd have wanted to take out a billboard or a Craigslist ad to humiliate the cheating husband, THAT would have been something Jenny could get behind.  She never could understand why these stupid bitches wasted their time getting even with the mistress when it was the husband who'd been doing the fucking around.  They must need the paycheck, Jenny had tried to justify their crap, but now she read their posts and wanted to just puke.  Get a fucking job and some self-respect.  Of course, she could never say that because it would have sounded arrogant and condescending, and then they'd have turned on her and started taking out Craigslist ads to stalk and humiliate her.  These bitches were crazy, and she was checking out.

She'd been conflicted about leaving at first.  It hadn't mattered that they were all mentally unbalanced.  They'd supported her during all of her troubles, and sure, she'd been lying to them about being a mother and having a sick kid, but other than that one stupid lie, she'd shared a piece of her fucking soul with those women she'd met on the internet.  And now they were turning against her.  How dare they be this upset that she didn't have time to listen to their complaints about cheating husbands and snotty kids, or tolerate their general hysterical pregnancy malaise, their racist undertones, their self-defeatist bullshit?

"You stupid bitch," someone else chimed in, "We've done everything for you and now that you disagree with one thing we did, you're just going to leave?"  It was true, she'd disagreed with taking out the Craigslist ad, but the real reason Jenny was leaving was because she didn't have time for their shit anymore.  She had a gorgeous new boyfriend, and real friends.  Real friends in the real world.  She and Victor were spending every free minute together, and Anna had called her every day since they'd had that lucky little car accident.  She'd even invited Jenny to come have lunch at the club.

"Sorry, ladies," she typed, "I just need to focus on the real world."  And then she clicked the little X to close the browser on her monitor.  Fuck those psychos on the mommy board.  They weren't her friends, they proved that when they'd jumped her ass over and over for needing a break from their constant drama.  Besides, who were they to judge her?  Half of them were pregnant and had no clue who their baby's daddy was.  Jenny had better things to do than help these sluts figure out which asshole had creamed their cervix with baby sauce.  Their words, not hers.  A thousand better things to do.  Like worry about her career, or fucking her new boyfriend.  Picturing his gorgeous face and huge cock in her mouth, the angst over the mommy board psychos started fading fast, and in an instant she was fucking over it entirely.  Back to focusing on her real life, and her gorgeous new lover.

Victor was everything she'd been waiting for all these years.  He was good-looking, kind, and a small shiver made its way down her spine when she thought about how his voice sounded as it vibrated against her skin, whispering sweet and dirty things into her ear.  He hadn't been Jenny's first lover, but he'd been the only real one.  The first one hadn't counted, he was just some cook at the restaurant she worked at in college, he'd been from some obscure mountain village in South America.  Cute, but Jenny laughed remembering how small his dick had been, the condom kept falling off.  Like a pinky finger.  Victor didn't have that problem.  His cock was enormous, like a fucking bull, and she couldn't wait to get home from work so she could feel it inside of her again.

She wrapped up the rest of her accounts receivable and raced back to her house, whipping her little Prius into the driveway.  She still needed to drop it off and have the repairs done from when Anna had run into her, but it just hadn't seemed like much of a priority.  She threw her crap on the couch before taking the stairs two at a time to make her way to the shower.  The hot water hit her scalp and she closed her eyes while she massaged the shampoo into her hair.  Suddenly there were two large strong hands running down her back towards her ass, she jumped in fright.  She turned around with soap still in her eyes and Victor held her tightly to his naked body.

"You shouldn't have left your door unlocked," he growled.  Her heart was still racing, but relief flushed through her as she turned back to the water and continued rinsing her hair and face.

"I was hoping you'd sneak in and scare the fuck out of me."

"Do you get away with that kind of language at work?" he laughed, "Or do all big-time accountants talk like that?"  His hands were smooth against her skin, rubbing the floral scented shampoo into her freshly waxed legs.  Jenny felt a flash of insecurity, wondering if she was still attractive to him in the light of the day, but she pushed it away quickly, reminding herself that he wouldn't be there if he hadn't thought she was sexy.  Are men ever this insecure?

"We big-time accountants are known for our filthy mouths," she said matter-of-factly, and then purred, "Let me show you what else we're known for."  She turned around and knelt seductively between his legs, the hot water splashing against her back.  Her hands started at his ankles and moved up to massage his strong legs and thighs, the blond hairs running through her fingers.  Fuck, he's beautiful.  Victor leaned back against the tile and she looked up into his face, he was watching her curiously.  He had more experience than she did, but Jenny was determined to play catch up.

She gently rubbed his cock and watched it grow as the blood slowly started pumping through it.  She looked up one last time and smiled before moving her lips towards his dickhead.  Her hands made their way back to his legs, exploring his body as she took his cock into her mouth.  She licked and sucked, taking more and more of into her mouth.  Victor let out a sigh and relaxed a little more, shifting his weight against the tile wall.

"You're getting good at that," he mumbled.  Jenny pulled his dick out of her mouth and smiled up at him.  Victor didn't talk much, so the praise was welcomed.

"You think so?" she asked, then renewed her enthusiastic blow job.  His dick grew harder in her mouth and Jenny's body tingled when he reached down and gently caressed her nipples with his fingertips.

"I know so," he answered.  Jenny took him as far into her mouth as she could manage, and without warning he pulled away and growled, "Hey!  Are you trying to make me cum already?"  She laughed and stood to kiss her first love, this gorgeous motherfucker with his mischievous grin and tight ass.  Goddamn, I'm lucky.

"I wouldn't dream of it," she kissed him again, "I need to get fucked first."  Victor kissed her back, his hands moved down her back to the curve under her ass, pulling her tightly to him.

"I won't argue with that."  He kissed her, moving a slippery hand between her legs.  Jenny was already ready to explode, she'd been fantasizing about his fingers inside of her all day.  When his thumb circled her clit and he drove two fingers inside, she let her head fall back away from their kiss.

"No!" he demanded, "Kiss me."  He moved his free hand to her neck, pulling her mouth back to his, his tongue slipping inside while he massaged her pussy below.  Jenny moaned into his mouth as that first orgasm took over, her cunt quivering while he pressed his fingers into her g-spot.  When she finally started to relax, he spun her around against the tile and she felt his dickhead slip between her legs.

"Fuck," he growled, "I love this big ass."  He grabbed her roughly by the hips, kissing her neck from behind.  Jenny spread her legs, inviting him in.

"Fuck me already then," she demanded, reaching behind her to pull him closer.  He took his time slipping his dick into her soaking pussy and Jenny melted as the pressure grew with every new inch he claimed.  When he'd finally filled her, moans escaped both of their mouths and Jenny exploded again.

"Cum all over that dick," Victor told her, pulling her to him as she struggled to stand against the shower tile.  He held his thick hard cock unmoving inside of her, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm.  Just when she thought she was done cumming, Victor finally started to withdraw, pulling out halfway and then pushing back inside of her to the hilt.  He fucked her slowly at first, and then built up the speed until Jenny thought she'd collapse in pleasure... he was a fucking professional. 

He reached around to tug and play with her nipples, driving harder into her now, and without warning, he mumbled into her ear, "Fuck, Jenny, I think I love you..."

Suddenly she was cumming for a third time.

***

She'd thought he might have only said he loved her during the heat of the moment, but then they'd spent all night talking, kissing, fucking... and he'd sworn he meant it.  He'd said, "Before you, I'd have never believed I could fall in love so quickly... but it's happening, and I won't pretend it's not."  And Jenny's heart had melted.

She was living in the clouds afterwards, but she was tired this morning.  Still, Jenny wasn't going to miss lunch with Anna and her friend, Margarita.  Walking into the club to meet them, Jenny was suspicious, as she'd always been, of any attractive female.  It was her experience that they'd always wind up being vicious cunts who looked good on the outside, but felt like shit on the inside, and they liked to take it out on the nearest fat girl, perpetually desperate to make themselves feel better at somebody else's expense.  Anna swore Jenny would love her other new friend though, and Jenny was learning to take more risks when it came to letting herself be vulnerable.  Victor was doing a lot of wonderful things for her.

Anna had all but proved she was interested in being a genuine friend to Jenny, as soon as she'd pulled it together she'd called her insurance company and told them that she'd been at fault in the accident.  If Anna was only being kind for some selfish, superficial reason, so far it had evaded Jenny.  It looked like Anna might genuinely want to be a friend to her.  And Jenny knew how to treat people who were good to her.  She'd been wow'd by the story Anna relayed regarding the beast of burden in Anna's life, her ex-lover-stalker-Snow-White-Sarah, and despite knowing now that Jackson hadn't cared about Anna's having fooled around with her, Jenny was determined to help her new friend get this bitch out of her life for good.  After hearing about the scene she'd caused in the grocery store, Jenny knew better than to think Snow-White-Sarah would walk away without making more trouble for Honey-Gold-Anna. 

Jenny had a plan.  She wasn't going to let that Snow White stalker bitch run around town thinking she could destroy an innocent woman's reputation, not after Jenny had seen time and time again exactly what Snow-White-Sarah's role had been in that little fling.  This wasn't some Heidi the Whorey Whore nurse misplaced anger vendetta, this was about getting even with a woman who actually had it coming... and Jenny was on fire when it came to defending her new bff.  Make no mistake, these girls were getting close, and it was like it had happened overnight.  From the awkward hug when Anna had wiped her tears on Jenny's shirt and well into those few last weeks, Jenny and Anna were becoming tight as thieves.  They'd gone for drinks at happy hour, chatted on the phone, friended each other on facebook.  They found they had a lot of things in common, political views, movies they both adored... it had surprised them both that they shared so many common interests, not the least of which was a love for reading. 

When they'd discovered they both loved to read, that they'd read all the same books and loved the same genres, that's when Jenny knew how she'd get even with Juanita for being such a judgmental cunt... and get that stalker bitch Snow-White-Sarah out of Anna's life for good.  They were going to start a new book club, something hip and fun, something to rival Juanita's piece of shit group that showed up for cheap steak hors d'oeuvres  and iced Moscato.  A killer new book club that women would be dying to get in on.  

Jenny walked into the lounge at the club, finding Anna in the small crowd waving enthusiastically as she made her way over.  She walked towards her new friend, smiling, feeling good about her life, about her new Tall, Dark and Blue Tarp boyfriend, about having left behind those psychos on the mommy board, and feeling excited about the fabulous book club she was about to organize.  She even had books she was already considering, she couldn't wait to tell Anna all about it.

First on their list?  Mary's Mosaic.

Continue to Chapter Twelve!