Chapter 3: Making Up is Hard to Do
#3 of All In the Family
Chapter 3: Making Up is Hard to Do
School was almost out, but that didn't matter to David: he had spent the better part of the day hanging out on the brick wall at the end of a field that stretched away behind the school and to the train tracks. Sometimes he smoked a cig and chucked rocks into one of the many mud puddles that had gathered the night before from the rain, but for the most part, he lay stretched across the wall and slept in the pale, autumn sun. The withered grass spread yellowish and bent away around him, and that's how he felt: tired and bent.
David awoke with a start when someone playfully yanked on his ear. He looked around with a scowl but smiled a little when he saw Brian standing there. He groaned and dropped an arm across his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Whadda you want?"
Brian was wearing a dark navy blue shirt with the sleeves rolled back to reveal his bulging arms, blue jeans, and sneakers. His silvery mane lifted on a cold breeze, dragging across his light brown eyes.
Brian frowned and shoved his paws in his pockets. "You skipped out again? Dave, if you don't get your shit together, Mrs. Matthews is gonna flunk you."
David groaned behind his arm. "Who needs algebra? Nobody uses that crap anyway . . ." He squeezed his eyes shut and coughed out a cloud of cold breath against the chilly air.
"Algebra teaches you to think, dipshit," Brian answered.
"What are you? My mother?"
David's fingers fumbled at his sleeve and he pulled a red and white pack of cigs from it. He was slouched along the wall in baggy cargo pants, a black shirt with white sleeves poking from under it, and black sneakers. Brian watched him fumble a cigarette out and stick it in the corner of his mouth. He had barely lit up and taken a drag when Brian suddenly snatched the cig from his mouth and sucked on it. David rolled his eyes and knocked out another cigarette.
"You wish," returned Brian, shifting from sneaker to sneaker against the cold.
David sat up with a groan and laughed. "You'd be better than Debra, anyway," he said around the cig in his mouth. "If she found out I was cuttin' class, she'd give me a half-ass lecture about the importance of school, knowledge is power, ra ra!" David punched a sarcastic fist at the air and Brian laughed.
"No, but seriously, dude," David said, "I'm back here for a reason this time."
Brian leaned his chest against the wall and tapped some ashes over the side. He stood there, his arm draped over, and gazed up at David, blinking against another wreath of smoke. "Some girl, right? Glad to see you finally moved on. Amanda's not worth bawlin' over."
David shook his head, looking uncomfortable, and Brian groaned.
"Awwww, geeeeeez," Brian said, rolling his eyes. "Don't tell me you're gettin' back together with her!"
"What's it ta you!" David snapped, trying to look angry. He failed: he looked as if he was being scolded, he looked ashamed: he and Amanda had spilt and gotten back together any number of times, and every single time, David had vowed never to get back with her. But he always did.
Brian turned to face his friend. He took a last drag on his cigarette and dropped it in the grass, crushing it out with his sneaker. "Listen to me, Harris," he said, his lashes angled down as he twisted his shoe to crush out the cig. He kissed out a spurt of gray smoke, then looked up at David and sniffed. "Are you listening?"
"Yeah, yeah," David said, looking irritated. He reached around and scratched over his shoulder, scowling at the distant clouds that were rolling across the gray sky.
"Good," Brian returned, "because I'm only gonna say this shit once because, honestly? I'm gettin' sick of saying it." Suddenly annoyed that David seemed to be ignoring him, he took a halting step forward and grabbed his friend's face.
"Take it easy, asshole --"
"Amanda is a dyke! Get that shit through your head!" Brian said loudly, ignoring it when David shrugged him off. He scowled at David and said, "I fucking saw her at a party feeling some chick up. She's a fucking liar and she's just using you!"
"Shut up, Brian," David warned. He wasn't looking at Brian but at the distant row of silhouetted squares that were the school buildings. His jaw was standing out in his anger, his blue eyes were hard, and as Brian continued on, his paws started clenching in silent rage against the edge of the wall.
"She uses you because she knows she can. She doesn't really like dick. She doesn't even care about you! You're just her toy, something she can keep wrapped around her finger. She pretends to be straight so she doesn't get her head jammed down the porcelain, but I see straight through her. It's a pity you don't," Brian said darkly and spit moodily in the mud.
"Are you finished?" David demanded through his teeth.
"No, I'm not fucking finished! Leave before she comes here, David. Don't let her use you anymore. She's nothing but a liar. A fucking cunt liar who gets a thr --"
David leapt down from the wall and swung before Brian saw it coming. He staggered back from the blow with an ache in his jaw that was soon spreading under his eye. David was standing there with his chest heaving, his blue eyes biting.
"Don't you ever," he warned, pointing a finger at Brian, "call Mandy a cunt! Ever!"
Brian just looked at David, and suddenly without warning, he socked him back. David tripped back and hit the wall under the blow of the stronger wolf. He tasted blood as he sank to his knees in the mud. Kneeling there, he heard Brian say over him,
"I tried to help you, Dave. I tried to keep you from getting hurt again. Remember that."
David didn't look up as Brian walked away, but he could hear his friend's sneakers squishing in the mud.
Some time later, David had his head bowed against the wall when he heard more feet approaching. He closed his eyes. Oh, god. Amanda was coming. And what was he going to say to her? After Brian tried to give him a wake up call, David had stood there in the sudden sprinkle of rain with his forehead touching the cold stone. He'd been thinking. Was Brian right? Should he just say no this time? I mean, what was the use of putting himself through needless hell all over again? But the thoughts flew from his head when he felt Amanda's slender paw on his shoulder.
David looked up and smiled. Amanda was a black wolf with pale gray eyes. She was tall and so damned pretty and kind of tomboyish -- but that had always been her appeal. He loved the way she kept her long glossy mane in a braid, because he loved more than anything to tear it loose with his teeth when they fucked. She stood there in denim overalls, a teeny green shirt underneath them, and brown Sketchers. She was very obviously not wearing a bra. David felt himself threatening to swell in his pants.
"Oh!" Amanda cried with large gray eyes when she saw the dried blood on David's lip. She cupped his face. "Poor baby! Get in ah fight again?"
David nodded: he had a short temper, and the fact that he'd been in yet another fight was no big shock to anyone. But he lied as he turned to face her, "Yeah, some asshole at lunch thought he'd try to trip me. I laid 'im out, though." He leaned his back against the wall with a smirk and was glad when Amanda seemed impressed: she had always loved more than anything David's wild temper.
"Oh," she whispered happily. She leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped her. She gazed up at him, confused.
"Look, Amanda," David said, awkwardly scratching the back of his ears, "I know we've been through a lot --"
"Hell and high water," added Amanda, running a seductive paw over David's tail.
David laughed nervously. "Y-Yeah. But -- the thing is -- I think --"
He bit his lip when Amanda unzipped his pants with a rough jerk. She slipped her fingers inside and deftly parted the hole in his white briefs to get at his dick. She wasn't even listening! Resisting a hard-on, David grabbed her slender paw and peered earnestly into her eyes.
Amanda laughed at his earnest. "What, David!" she said, grinning. "I didn't come back here to talk. I came back here to make up with you." Her pretty eyes darted to his open pants, and blushing a little, he closed them up in his fist.
Amanda stuck her paws on her hips. "David! What the fuck is going on?"
"I'm trying to tell you!" David snapped. "We shouldn't get back together!"
Amanda just stared at him, then her pretty gray eyes narrowed. "You've been talking to Brian, haven't you?"
David turned his back.
"Brian is a liar, David," she said behind him. "He made a pass at me at some party. I put him in his place, and for revenge, he makes up stories."
David turned to face her. "Really?" he whispered, and he was almost begging: he would jump at any reason to get back together with his Mandy.
Amanda smiled and nodded. "Really. I love you, David! Do you need reminding?"
David grew very still when she knocked his paw away. Her paw fumbled a moment through the layers of his pants and his briefs, but the fingers closed strong around his cock and pulled it roughly from the fabric. David grew hard in her paw at once and groaned a little to have his hot craving blasted by the light rain and cold air. He leaned back against the wall, watching as Amanda smiled up at him, then knelt slowly. He saw her close her eyes with a little smile, then her tongue slipped out from between her lips and she licked lightly at the head of his cock. David groaned at this teasing: he was so painfully eager that pre-cum was seeping out. She licked it gently away, then it happened: she closed her eyes and covered him. David moaned again and his chest started to heave: she was ravishing him with her lips, clamping them tight around him, flexing her tongue against him. He loved the sight of her little mouth stretched so wide around him, the wet noises that came as she gulped away, even the way her spit dribbled out when she choked.
Suddenly bold in his lust, David grabbed Amanda by the ears and pulled her head down hard over him. Amanda didn't protest: she even seemed to enjoy it. He could see her nipples standing out hard against that tight little shirt, saw her thick lashes fluttering. He pulled her head toward him harder, faster, his head falling back as her hot mouth brought him such deep pleasures that he knew he was very close now. He cradled the back of her head in his paws and started pumping his hips against her face, relishing in her helpless little cries. Her lips were no doubt sore, but she could take it on her knees for spreading those lies about him! He eventually fucked her mouth so hard that she was sobbing and moaning, those cries echoing nicely against his hard-on.
"Bet you won't . . . lie again . . . will you?" David panted.
Amanda reached up and grabbed his ass, a silent plea. David laughed softly at her and kept working his hips. His brows knit together, and at last, he came. He heard her choking as his hot seed spurted into her throat, and when he pulled his cock out, it had stained her lips. She knelt there breathless, licking it away as he fumbled with his pants. When she looked up, his cargos were around his ankles.
"Take down those overalls," David whispered with narrowed eyes, "and bend over. We're not through making up yet."
Amanda's heart was pounding. She said with large, fluttering eyes, "But if someone sees --"
"So?"
They smiled at each other. Amanda leapt to her feet and their mouths smashed together in a passionate frenzy. David yanked impatiently at the denim straps of her overalls. Rather then unbuckle them, he snatched them down around her shoulders and lifted her shirt until her little breasts bounced free. Her head fell back as he suckled her eagerly. He yanked her sagging overalls until they fell away around her ankles. She frantically stepped out of them and clamped a leg around his hip. He ripped the blue cloth of her little panties aside and forced his way in. Her cries were muffled behind his kisses as he fucked her against the wall.