Dirk: A Stepbrother Romance(46)
She was dark and alluring, just as he like his woman. She had an almost exotic look about her. Her eyebrows were highly arched, creating a uniform curvature over each of her eyes. She liked the way she clearly put attention on taking care of her appearance. Her chin came to a distinct point, which gave her face a thin appearance, despite her curves.
Although she cared for her looks obviously, it was not overdone, and the result was that she was the exact type of girl-next-door that Houston had always craved to be with.
She wore a simple white dress that was decorated with large, lavish hibiscus flowers that were colored brilliant shades of red, along with a red fabric belt that gathered at her waist, visibly slimming her, and extenuating her curves all the more. Her breasts were noticeably large, and while they certainly drew the eye towards them, she was careful to keep them concealed in a valiant attempt at modesty. Her ample hips swayed sexily when she walked, and Houston spent much of the ride to Giglio’s wondering what it would be like to hold them in the heat of passion.
Finally, after they arrived and were seated for a while, their splendid meal of linguine with clam sauce arrives, and the conversation turned to their respective pasts.
“Where are you from, Houston?” Amy asked, dabbing the side of her mouth with a napkin.
“Originally? Modesto. About two and a half hours drive from here…depending on the route you take.”
“Modesto? Isn’t that the city where—?”
“Where Scott Peterson killed his wife and unborn baby? Yeah, it is,” Houston answered the common question.
“Wow…where were you at the time?” she asked.
“I was actually in town from school when Laci was killed, and my mom went to the New Year’s Eve candlelight vigil.”
“Wow.”
“What about you?” he asked.
“Me? I was a sophomore in high school at the time, so I was still in Black Rock.”
“Black Rock?” Houston asked.
“Black Rock, Arkansas. It’s a little town in Lawrence County and is about two hour’s drive northeast of Little Rock.”
“Oh, awesome,” Houston said, sincerely.
“Yeah, if you like small towns it’s awesome I guess,” Amy said, laughing.
“Well, I’ve always thought that living in a small town would be great. I’ve always lived in the city, and the idea of small town life seems really attractive to me, actually.”
“It’s really nothing that special,” Amy said between bites. “I miss my family, but I don’t miss having nothing to do on the weekends.”
“Now that sounds like Modesto!” Houston answered, laughing.
“What do you mean? Isn’t Modesto a city?”
“Yeah, it is, but there isn’t much to do for the kids…except for dodging bullets.”
“What?”
“Yeah, the gangs are starting to get big there. It’s always been a rough part of the country, but in the last few years, it’s gotten terrible.”
“Wow…I don’t know if I’d want to be in that kind of place.”
“I grew up in it. It’s made me who I am, and it affects the way I live to this day.”
One particular incident came immediately to Houston’s mind. One night, a group of gang members were hassling several of Houston’s college classmates in the bar he was working in at the time. The college kids were wearing red sweatshirts, the color of his college’s sports teams. The five gang members (who wore blue) demanded the students take the sweatshirts off. The guys in the group had complied quietly, but the young woman refused, saying that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Well, I guess we’re gonna see your chichotas then, eh, concha?” the gang leader said, calling the young girl a cunt and laughing. Houston, who had grown up surrounded by Hispanics, knew just how much the banger had insulted the young woman, and stepped in to end the disrespect.
“Vete a chingar a tu madre, puta!” the leader said, telling Houston to “go f*ck his mother,” as well as calling him a bitch. Houston then punched the gang leader, and three of the other members drew knives, and the fourth pulled a gun. Houston had no weapon, but two of the five gang members died from gunshot wounds, another died of wounds from a knife, and the other two had extensive hospital stays before going to prison for other crimes that they were wanted for.
Houston received eleven stitches, and none of the college kids were injured.
“Wow…” Amy said, in awe after he finished recounting this story to her. “I don’t know what I would have done in that situation. That was incredibly brave of you, Houston.”
“I try not to think about it, honestly. I still dream about those f*cking bangers…the cops put me in cuffs, of course, but charges were never filed. The kids told them that I was just doing my job, and that if I hadn’t been there, the girl would’ve ended up with her titties bouncing around in plain sight. Sorry,” he added, “I don’t mean to talk so vulgar in front of a lady such as you. My dear mother would be ashamed.”
Far from being disgusted by his language, Amy found herself even more attracted to this man…his dark past only served to cause her nether-lips to quiver with longing at the thought of what it would take to tame a man such as him. The fact that he used language like “f*ck” and “titty” only made her wonder what it would be like to have him talk to her when in the sack.