Confessions of a West Palm Slut - The Rising - Chapter 12

I arrived home from Clint?s and climbed back into my own bed feeling like an exhausted reporter who spent all day chasing down leads and conducting interviews. Instead of the sore feet and back of a reporter, my throat and ass were sore. I smelled and felt gross. I was now on day three without showering. It was a true testament to my lack of life organization and scheduling.While Clint had told me a large portion of the story, I felt there was more and there was only one other person I trusted who also knew Courtney well.I texted Debbie and arranged what we called ?Sofa Brunch? at her house the next day. During our sofa brunches, we would pour wine or mimosas and drink the day away on her sofa until we fell asleep or one of us had something to do.I woke up the next morning and counted down the minutes until ten-thirty when I walked over to Debbie's house. I wore a white tank top and no bra, with black shorts and flip-flops. I would have normally dressed more conservatively but Debbie Ankara bayan escort said Jay was already at the golf course working so it would just be her and I.As I walked into her place, I noticed she had the same idea. She was wearing a light blue tank top, no bra, and white shorts. She was pretty. Not as pretty as Courtney, but pretty in her own right. She was a sloppier version of Courtney. Her face had the worn look of someone who got too much sun and smoked too many cigarettes. Her big boobs had already started to sag despite her young age. Instead of sitting nicely in her tank top, her tits fell to the sides. Her stomach pushed against the fabric of her tank top signaling far too much bar food and not enough exercise.I sat down on the sofa and grabbed a mimosa Debbie had already made for me."So, what should we gossip about today?" Debbie asked with a grin."How about Courtney?" I asked. I wasn't holding back today. I wanted information."Ahh. Escort bayan Ankara I figured that might be coming. I've heard you two haven't been getting along lately.""We're still friends," I responded."You wouldn't think so the way she talks about you.""Really? What does she say?" I asked, not sure whether to be mad or hurt."That you have no morals. That men take advantage of you, and you almost seem to enjoy it?invite it. That you have no standards and it's disgusting."I was now mad. I wasn't sure if Debbie was telling the truth but given Courtney's past judgments of me, this fit the narrative."That's not true," I blurted, attempting to defend myself."I don't give a shit if it is or if it isn't. I don't judge people for their sexuality. You do you girl. I've had my phases too. You don't think I know those immature boys call me 'Jackpot?'""So, what do they call me?" I asked."I don't know. What does it matter? But I've always been curious...are these Bayan escort Ankara stories true?""Maybe," I replied. "Depends what you have heard.""Are you open to talking about it?""With you, sure.""You've been down here, what, five years?""Four," I corrected her."How many men have you had sex with here?""Oral sex or real sex?""Umm," Debbie stammered, the question catching her off guard. "Let's start with oral.""Maybe seventy.""No, not your whole life. Just here in West Palm.""Yeah, about seventy.""Wow. How do you do it?""Do what?""I'm so grossed out by cum. I hate it in my mouth. I hate the taste. I hate the musky smell of a man's penis.""I don't mind it," I said. Honestly, I was turned on by those things but was choosing my words carefully as Debbie and I were obviously not kindred sex spirits."You don't hate the taste of cum?""No. I actually kinda like it.""Eww," Debbie said with a laugh, her face scrunched up in disgust. "Although that would explain sucking seventy dicks in four years!""Alright, let's move on. Which guy has the biggest dick?""Of anyone?" I asked."No, just of the ones you think I'd know.""Jimmy.""Yeah, I heard that might be true but haven't experienced it myself. What about the smallest?""Pat.""Not surprised!" Debbie said with a laugh.?So what about you?? I asked.