CRUNK
(special/neighbors
edition)
JESS C SCOTT
Praise for Jess C Scott
“[Please] keep up the good work . . . the world can certainly use some more authentic, original work like yours, rather than the same old re-packaged mass-market pulp.”
— TGirl Revelations / Bibrary.com, October 2010
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“You pack huge volumes of experience and information into your [work]. You’re impressive, I’ll say that, and edgy and interesting. And mildly scary.”
— T. D. / via e-mail, 2010
Other Books by Jess C Scott
EYELEASH: A BLOG NOVEL
(teenage memoir / coming-of-age / sexting)
4:PLAY
(a contemporary cocktail of erotic short stories)
THE DEVILIN FEY | WICKED LOVELY | NEW ORDER
(novellas in 4:Play)
PORCELAIN
(portfolio of written + illustrative work)
BUSINESS PLAN
(on building brand identity / non-fiction)
1: THE INTERN
(Book #1 [Lust] in the Sins07 series)
TAKE-OUT (PART 1)
(interracial / small town)
SWISS MISS
(erotic short story / upcoming anthology)
THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE
(upcoming urban fantasy feat. Cyberpunk elves / Early 2011)
CRUNK (Special/Neighbors Edition)
Published by Jess C Scott, Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2010 by Jess C Scott.
Cover Image © 2010 by Neal Fowler.
Jess’s website: http://www.jesscscott.com
Neal’s website: http://www.flickr.com/people/31878512@N06/
All rights reserved.
First Digital Edition: December 2010
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintended by the author.
1. Fiction/Erotica
2. Fiction/Romance/Adult
3. Fiction/Romance/Contemporary
4. Fiction/Short Stories
Summary: Cougar on the prowl Rachel Coker turns her attention to Brent, her 20-year-old next door neighbor.
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Thank you for checking out my stories. This is the third story I’ll be including in an upcoming anthology (out in 2011).
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Crunk
[ Present Day ]
“Come on right in,” Rachel beamed, tossing back some strands of her glossy dark-brown hair. She’d just gotten some caramel highlights earlier in the week.
“Thank you, Mrs. Coker.”
Rachel Coker wished the boys would call her by her first name only—she took a swig from the bottle of vodka she was holding, as some of Brent’s friends trudged into the house. Brent was her 20 year-old neighbor. Rachel was five inches shorter, at 5 foot 5 (1.65 meters), and 17 years older. She always took her time, elbow leaning against the door, as she watched Brent’s friends enter the house, and make their way down the hallway.
She didn’t have a preference for curvy or flat butts on guys. She just liked them tight.
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[ Past ]
Brent’s mother was a cokehead, and his father was dead. Rachel’s husband had walked out. Her daughter followed soon after. Brent and Rachel kept each other company, as a result.
When Brent and Rachel drove into the city for some weekend shopping (or some other activity), people on the street would sometimes walk up to her and ask if Brent was her boyfriend. “No, I’m old enough to be his mother,” she’d proudly reply, with a polite smile. She tried her hardest not to turn it into a gratuitous smile. She hated being judged by others. She’d never tried to curb her natural impulses. Animals lived and died by their natural instincts. Wouldn’t the same apply to the human species?
Rachel had one daughter, who’d gone to live with her aunt, because she “didn’t want to become like Rachel.” Her daughter still called her “Mom”—but it never felt genuine. It wasn’t out of respect.
Cindy never showed any respect, Rachel said to herself, drowning out the bitter taste in her mouth with some Smirnoff Ice Raspberry that was always lying around the house somewhere. The prissy, little air-headed snot.
Cindy and Rachel could actually pass off as sisters, side by side. Rachel took better care of her looks and body, a trait Cindy had never picked up. Maybe she would’ve, if she’d stuck around longer. She’d gone to live with her aunt when she turned fifteen.
15—the age Rachel gave her first sloppy, but enthusiastic, blowjob. The deed was done in the bedroom of her then-boyfriend’s house, while his parents dined in the kitchen downstairs.
She always remembered what it felt like, returning to her own home later in the evening. She felt all rebellious and empowered, and went to bed dreaming of all the boys she’d do throughout her teenage years. She walked a fine line, between being sassily-dressed and having a reputation as a slutterina. Ended up marrying one of the boyfriends who she assumed got her pregnant, who walked out once he figured family life was different from what he had expected. He never got to see Cindy—Rachel wasn’t even sure whether he was the father.
Rachel was always nice to Brent, her next door neighbor. She talked to his mother sometimes, and they both shared a generally hands-off but open approach with parenting. Brent appreciated this, and was drawn to Rachel because of this.
He wasn’t close to Cindy, when she came by for a visit. She seemed so uppity half the time, like she was “better” than the people she had left behind. Rachel was still Cindy’s mother, no matter what. Brent couldn’t leave Rachel all alone. She might get lonely, end up with another lout who’d take advantage of her, steal her money, hit her, do anything but treat her well.
So he’d help out whenever he could—with her household chores, and other errands. So much so that dropping by each other’s homes unannounced became a normal occurrence.