Vernon Scott Lust and its Misfortunes 
 
 
   
 
He was my best friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first time; he was my first at everything. The strength that I have standing here with no sadness on my face; all this strength that is visible on the outside is nowhere to be found on the inside. My soul aches for his presence. My body yearns for his touch. 
 
I stand here looking down on this gray, solemn imagery of one’s life; this plaque that does no one any true justice; this stone, which will wither in time. How can something so solid, so cold, represent love, feeling, or warmth? There is no way a head-stone can please anyone, it is just a decoration for the ground. 
 
All standing together; hand and hand; praying for the safe departure of a friend’s soul. As much as I wanted to pray, no words came out of my mouth. No amen, no hallelujah, not even a “thank you Jesus”. 
 
When the funeral ended, everyone except a few people left. One of them was John, his cousin. I never told him about the things that John and I had done together. It only happened once, but I still should have told Winston. Sure, John was a good fuck, but we would have never had the same type of connection as Winston and me. 
 
It was June 16th, when I first met John. Winston was actually the one who introduced us. Winston and I were out on the town for a late birthday date. I had just turned 22 and thought I should celebrate by getting totally wasted. Winston being the non-drinker he is, suggested not to do such a thing. But after a few pretty pleases, he caved and offered to be the designated driver. 
 
Once we got to the club, Club Triumph was the name; we had to suffer through the line for about 45 minutes. When we made it inside, I could tell that this club was going to be the shit. 
 
After popping back 3 wet pussies and a hammer head, “he” came up. With his gorgeous, wide smile and pearl white teeth. He didn’t much resemble Winston, in no sense of the word. If you had asked me at the time, I would have sworn up and down that they were by no means, first of kin. 
 
“Cuzzo,” exclaimed the stranger, as he reached out for the hand of Winston’s. 
 
“What’s going on John,” Winston shouted as they entered into a familial embrace. 
 
“So who is this young lady,” asked John. 
 
“This is Mia, my girlfriend. We are here celebrating her 22nd birthday. What brings you here?” 
 
“Well, I must honestly say that I’m here looking for some ladies. By the looks of things, it seems as if your girl is trying to get hammered. It seems like she has to get wasted just to sleep with you.” 
 
I chuckled. “Actually, I don’t have to get wasted to sleep with your cousin at all. Maybe that’s the type of girls you find on a regular, but trust me, Winston doesn’t need the assistance.” Honestly, I wasn’t lying. Winston was gorgeous all over. He had the most perfect smile, a great muscular physique, and a dick-game so good that it will have every bitch on the block screaming his name. 
 
“Stop your lying,” responded John, “there is no way a girl can be satisfied with Winston. He ain’t nothing but a Jesus boy anyways. ” 
 
“Oh, you will be surprised at how much I have changed,” said Winston. “Just know this; it is not Jesus that keeps her coming back.” All I could do was smile. 
 
After the exchange of a few more retorts, John was on his way to find himself an extremely wasted woman. The only thing I did not know was that woman was going to be me. 
 
“Winston, I will be back in a second,” I yelled to Winston as I went toward the restroom area. It must have been my lucky day because there was only two ladies in line for the restroom. 
 
After glossing myself up and making sure I was still fresh all over, I exited the restroom. Being a little tipsy, I stumbled through the first door I came to. To my dismay, I ended up outside. 
 
After banging on the door for about two or three minutes, someone finally opened the door. Instead of it being one of the rude bitches who were too scared to leave their spot in the line to help, it was a man who opened the door. Not just any man, but John. 
 
“Thank you John,” I said as I tried to enter the building. 
 
“Wait just a minute,” said John as he propped something in the door, “we never got a chance to finish our conversation.” 
 
“I wouldn’t mind conversing with you some other time, but Wins—” 
 
At that moment, John placed his lips on mine. It felt so wrong, but the alcohol was saying “Hell yeah,” and my pussy was saying, “How bad can it be?” 
 
John put his hand in my front pocket and began massaging my clit. The friction alone was enough to bring me to the brink of exploding. He knew at that moment, he could have his way with me. He shortly started his very own cycle; he would use the friction caused by my pocket, to bring me to the brink of exploding and then stopping, as if to let me catch a breath, and then he would suddenly start it up again. It was pure, torturous satisfaction. 
 
He then picked me up and placed me on top of some boxes. Somehow, he was able to unbutton and unzip my pants with his teeth. He smoothly maneuvered me out of my pants and panties. He then cupped the full of my vagina with his mouth. I was an awkward feeling. 
 
After retracting his mouth, he kissed my clitoris and blew cool air on it. That made my body shiver all over. He started to dart his tongue in and out of my pussy with great rhythm. I was in ecstasy. 
 
Without me even paying attention, John was able to slip a condom on and enter me fully. From the way he felt inside of me, I could tell that his dick was smaller in length, compared to Winston, yet it was much thicker. 
 
John began with short, smooth strokes, slowly increasing his thrust, ever so slightly. After a while, they became strong, powerful, full, manly thrusts that had me almost out of breath. And then he hit “it”, that special spot that Winston was so accustomed to. John repeatedly hit it over and over again. I began to convulse in pleasure. I don’t know about him, but I came right at that moment. I felt so weak. Each step I tried to take shot a jolt of ecstasy threw out my body. 
 
John assisted in helping me get dressed and back to my feet. We then re-entered the club, with John propping me up. Somehow we made it back, just to find Winston sipping on what looked like apple juice, I had no idea bars sold that at all. 
 
“Look who I found wobbling out of the lady’s room,” said John. “She looks totally out of it. I think you should take her home.” And that’s what Winston did. 
 
The thought of what I did behind Winston’s back was killing me. The guilt was unbearable. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. As if every breath that I took was a lie. What I did was far from appropriate. It was indecent, immoral, disgusting, and downright shameful. I know I should tell him what happened. He should know the truth. Telling him would also be selfish of me. Letting him know the wrong that I have done will only relieve me of my guilt. The outcome would regrettably be our relationship changing forever or ending completely. Am I happy with my actions? Far from it. I doubt that I would ever be truly happy with myself after this. I must tell him; it is much easier to be told on the day of, instead of some far distant future. 
 
“Winston,” I said after taking a deep breath. 
 
“Yes Mia?” 
 
“There is something that I need to tell you.” 
 
At that moment, we stopped at a red light. Winston turned his head and looked at me. Tears began to form in my eyes. The look on Winston’s face was so sincere. The car began to move once more. The expression on Winston’s face changed. “Mia!” he screamed from the top of his lungs. I turned my head an all I saw was pure white. 
 
Now we are all standing over this depressing grave. I heard that one of the victims in the car accident had died. Such a tragic thing. They said that the driver was under the influence of alcohol. Good thing I had Winston as my driver because that driver could have been me. 
 
I would have asked Winston if he knew the person on the ride over, but he was so distant this morning. He must have been feeling as if this was somehow his fault; as if this could have been prevented. I wanted to hold him and tell him that, whoever it was, they were in a better place now. 
 
Winston broke down in tears. He fell to his knees. I ran to him and put my arm around his shoulders. “I know what you wanted to tell me,” he started. “I just hope you know that I love you.” 
 
“I do love you,” I replied. “I am so sorry, Winston.” 
 
“I forgive you, Mia,” he said. “I will forever remember you. I will never forget how made me feel. How you made my life feel so much better. You were everything to me, and I will love you always. Rest in peace my one and only true love.” 
 
At that moment, I looked at the tombstone and read the name on it, for the first time. The name read: MYANA LEIGH JONES. 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: January 22nd 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-trealmon