End of a Dry Spell

I woke up with her mouth on my dick
bobbing up and down
my balls felt like concrete.
We had done it three times
just a few hours earlier.
After awhile she stopped
as the dawn light filled the room
a bright blue glow in the window above the bed.
I got up
jerked off over her stomach
while she writhed and squirmed beneath me
biting her lip.
When I got out of the shower, she said,
"My ride should be here by noon."
I walked the 200 feet to trailer number seven
went in and sat at my desk.
Today it was a 130 minute clip
of a contestant on one of those singing, pop star, competition shows
where the judges sit at a big desk and tear the bad ones to pieces.
They were at a big mansion
and the interviewer behind the camera asked the young black singer,,
"Now how does this compare to where you live?"
I paused the video at the moment the question was asked.
The look on that guy's face
in his involuntary
natural reaction
said it all.
A face like, 'What the fuck do you think?'
He even said it,
"That's like comparing a thrift store to Macy's. I could fit twenty of my houses in just this one."
Then came a short pause and
"...but that's what's given me the motivation to win this competition. I'm in Beverly Hills, you know? This just shows me.... I could have this too."
without missing a beat and he hit em'
with the big smile.
The guy was alright.
Didn't stutter too much or say 'like' and 'you know' every other word.
I could almost type him in real-time.
Before I knew it, it was noon and lunch time.
I walked across the dirt lot, back to my trailer,
and found the girl laying on my couch
watching Louie C.K.'s show, 'Louie'.
"Hey there, sexy." She said, throwing her arms around my neck.
She kissed me a few times and then I walked across the room
grabbing my pipe and hitting the bowl of weed, leftover from last night.
Put my hands on the low ceiling of my single-wide trailer.
Leaned forward, blew out smoke and heard those vertebrates crack in that good way.
The dull pain in my back easing up a bit.
She was still sitting on the couch smiling up at me
and all I could think about
was the wonderful silence that would await me after work.
After her ride had picked her up and she was gone.
Solitude can love you and hold you in a way that a woman cannot.
Or can it?