Let me tell you what, I'm in a good mood. I just can't help meself! Christmas lights, Christmas songs, Christmas outfits on pretty girls, and Christmas booze. Hi, I'm Derrick, and this is part five of my story. I'll be done after this, so I want to make this one a good'un. I'll start this show off on a non-particular day at work, where my old boss let me come back to put some time in, seeing as it was the holidays and I needed some cash.
"Hey, beautiful." That was said to me, not the other way around. Jess, the hottie bartender, slid up next to me behind the bar and gave me a huge kiss on the cheek. I turned to her and returned the kiss, though I caught her more on the lips, and she fixed our buss so it was something a tongue could come out and dance to. We are in Rotterdale, after all.
The owner came around to scold us, though even she was too full of the holiday cheer (also known as "Julie's Nog") to give us anything less than a huge smile when she did. Jess took off with a smile of her own as well as a wink, and her skirt mysteriously flipped up with her hop off. "See you later, beautiful," she said.
Damn, that Jess has a sweet ass. Being that it's the holidays, I just might take that for a Christmas spin. Shit, maybe tonight. Normally I never would, but she was so happy to see me when I got back, and I just can't think of unpleasant things lately.
It was boxing day at Julie's. Not the day after Christmas, more like the first Sunday of the month that saw boxing all day. Those that didn't go to Rotterdale Event Center to watch the show live came instead to Julie's to watch on any one of our rather large screens (too big to watch "The Big Game" in public, but nobody gives a fuck about that professional shit in this town), keeping us busy all day long. My dear girlfriend Cindy had secured herself a permanent stool next to her twin Sara, who was making eyes at me all day. The two would occasionally slip outdoors to stretch their legs, but they'd always return to keep me company whilst I "kept the wicks greased."
This doesn't matter, but that was a really bad metaphor for getting the locals drunk. See, our town mascot is "The Bomb." Big, round, shiny black ones with long, erect, err... fuzes. Fuze, wick, alcohol, saturation; you let that image work for you however you want. I just smile and serve the drinks.
I leaned in for a kiss with Cindy, who, after delighting my lips with hers, turned my chin to face Sara to get more of the same. Me, I was serving behind the bar with Jess, who always pulled the all-pay-per-view shift on boxing day. Cindy and Sara had just watched me kissing Jess with smiles on their eyes; it was well known I was dating Cindy at that time and that she'd "remained faithful" to me during my "absence", so it was quite impressive for me to mack on the barmaid in front of her and her sister (very much in public, anyways; neither of them cared), whom was rumored to share in on mine and Cindy's relationship.
"She's pretty," Cindy said to me after one more over-the-bar kiss, referring to barmaid Jill. Once again, like clockwork, she used her chin to nudge my face to her right, where her twin's warm lips were waiting to greet me. "I'm surprised you haven't slept with her yet."
I let my tongue linger with Sara's for just a moment more. "I have," I said, propping myself up on my elbows, leaning across the bar. "Like, almost a year ago now."
"Was she any good?" Cindy was on an elbow of her own, and her fingers were tracing mine on the bar. Sara was watching the screen idly, but her own fingers were curling themselves through a loose strand of her twin's hair.
"Eh." Despite having honestly enjoyed my time with Jess, I wasn't above a little harmless flattery that expressed the absurd idea that no cooter was worth mentioning in the presence of modelesque Cindy. Something like that.
She took it as encouragement. "I'm sure she's got better in a year, with all the attention she gets working here. You should try her again."
In response, I leaned in again and kissed her more earnestly. Sara's hand landed on where ours were joined, and when I backed away, I saw Cindy had been caressing Sara behind her neck as though it was her she was kissing. Then she gave her that look like there was a secret between the two, a secret that I happened to know. It was enough to give a fourth-grader a beaming erection. Me, I was a mature adult. I waited until their lips briefly brushed together before my "Christmas tree" "got turned on", which I could get away with, it being hidden behind the bar.
The sleigh bells hanging over the door rang, the nearest waiter hollered out the house greeting, and many sets of eyes were cast to the door, and no one was disappointed. Dressed in a fine winter coat, boots, and jeans was Salamandy Ravenlock, a woman with whom I shared a special and rather surprising love of late. She saw me right away and rushed right over.
Cindy and Sara were also staring, and to my surprise, they were both smiling rather pleasantly, and their smiles persisted even until Sally pulled up next to them at the bar to kiss me over the counter. I think I was setting a record for how many different women's tongues I had in my mouth that day. She glanced shyly at her twin sisters, but they seemed happy to see her. That's strange, by the way. There's always been great tension between them, like mixing Carolina-Blue and Duke-Blue in the wash. Your clothes just come out looking like they've been through war.
"Hi, Mandy," Cindy said rather enthusiastically. She even reached for her neck and pulled her close until they were kissing. Sara and I were watching closely along with other patrons, and we weren't disappointed when Cindy pushed forward, parting her jaws to let her tongue press forward. Mandy's mouth opened in response, and those as close as Sara and I could see their tongues dance for a brief moment through the parting of their lips.
When Cindy let go, she was beaming, and Sally didn't have a chance to think about it before Sara went for a turn of her own. Always determined to outdo her twin, Sara let her tongue linger a little longer, parted her lips for the two of us to see a little bit better, moaned ever so quietly.
"So... umm... I was wondering..." Sally was actually looking flustered. I'd caused that look on her face several times in private, but I'd never seen her looking so vulnerable in public. "So... Derrick..." Her eyes flashed back to the twins as though they were a wall between Sally and me. "The girls and I, we were gonna... if you wanted... do you wanna come to a party?"
She then looked to the twins, who were simply giving her their attention rather than being noisy between themselves as they were wont to do when anyone on the planet tried to get their attention. "You guys can come too, if you want. It's just a couple of friends and family, nothing too crazy."
"Hard to imagine that party being small if you're inviting all your sisters," I joked, trying to ease the apparent tension. I turns out I needn't have worried; Cindy was quick to recommend to both Sara and me that we accompany her, since she was definitely going and could hardly go without her boyfriend or her twin.
"You wanna watch the main event with us?" Sara then asked after agreeing to make an appearance. She was very much her own person, and she would just as soon go off to a party by herself as go with her twin. Still, I felt the same warmth in her as Cindy in being so painstakingly kind to her raven-haired sister. Cindy and Sara are achingly blond, by the way.
Sally nervously took a stool next to Sara. Jess, always having an eye for pretty girls, scooted up before I could blink, handing Sally a menu. "Drink, beautiful?"
Didn't she just call me that? Sally ordered something with quite a bit of alcohol, then she got stuck between a steak and a certain soup that had originated in the Garden.
"Why don't you get them both?" Sara offered. "I'll help you with it."
"And some hot wings," Cindy added.
"Haven't you guys been here all day? You haven't eaten yet."
"It's dinner time," Cindy snot.
"What makes you think we've been here all day?"
"Your cushions have ass-marks in them."
Am I dreaming, or are these three actually getting along?
The three of them slaughtered the food when it arrived, and Sally killed two hefty nogs besides joining her sisters in the obligatory pint of stout that went with Rotterdale boxing. She got up to leave along with everyone else when the show ended, and both the twins gave her long hugs goodbye. I got one as well, though I had to take a break so she could have a private word with me outside. That private word turned out to be a very long kiss, which she ended by letting me know how very much she was looking forward to having me at the party.
The twins were there, again, watching me kissing Sally this time. What a strange feeling that was, kissing the girl I loved while my girlfriend and my consort watched on. I only knew for sure that whatever I was feeling for Sally, there was something buried inside her that felt the same way. I couldn't feel shame about kissing her if I wanted to.
When she was gone, Cindy jerked her head, as a person does, towards the back where the employees take their breaks. She and Sara looked quite delicious wrapped up in their coats again, and soon both pairs of arms were wrapped around me, both pairs of lips taking advantage of my break. When it was just the three of us, I couldn't much tell one from the other. Not from the way they looked, and not from the way they acted.
Normally Cindy would come visit me at work to spend my breaks with me, and we'd make out roughly just for the hell of it. Nothing too much, just a little mutual benefit as long as we were pretending to date. She'd stop short of teasing me too much because she had too much code to work me up without sleeping with me, so I was wondering what was going on this particular night. She was kissing me as roughly as usual, but her hands were going wild on me, prompting both Sara and me to grope whatever was in sight just to keep up.
When she was on break from kissing me, she made sure I was kissing Sara with everything I had while she went for my ear, which I loved. "Harder," she demanded, "deeper. If she thinks you're showing favorites, I won't get any from her tonight. Grab her ass like you mean it." She covered my hand and squeezed down on her sister's ass hard enough to make her squeak.
My hand went up to cup Cindy's cheek in support, but she pulled it quickly to her breast. Sara caught the act, and she made me do the same to her with my free hand. Me, I like holding a woman tightly to me when I fondle her, so I pushed them both against the cold building wall so my hands would have purchase against their bodies whilst I groped them both.
The golden goddesses, these twins. Their breath came out frozen, their cheeks were rosy, and their blond locks were spilling across their broad winter coats, free from the knitted hats they'd left inside. I loved the sight, and I loved touching them even more, something of a rare opportunity for me. They gasped and moaned as I ran my hands along their smooth torsos, ending always on their matching breasts that filled my hands so well. Their coats were open, leaving me to caress them through their zip-up wool sweaters whose necks rose all the way up their throats. I pushed these turtlenecks down with my lips so I could have their necks to myself.
I abandoned their breasts to touch their faces briefly. Both gave a kiss to my fingertips when my hands crossed over their mouths, and it was with great anticipation that I turned their chins inward towards one-another. They kissed, and I could feel all the blood drain out of my brain and into my dick. I knew the kiss of two people that knew they were going to make love that night, and that's what I saw in those two.
I reached back down again, this time catching Cindy's zipper while sweeping my hand around Sara's waist to dip my hand into her pants to grasp her bare ass. When I got Cindy's zipper down far enough, I slid my hand out of Sara's pants and took a hold of her hand, which she was using to pull her sister's face hard into hers, and slid it down, down into Cindy's open sweater, down to grasp the exposed breast.
I then took over Sara, kissing her, letting Cindy enjoy being touched. Sara let her other hand cover her other breast of her own violation, then we broke our kiss to stare cheek-to-cheek at her sister, moaning at her sister pinching her nipples. I moved behind Cindy and held Sara close so that their breasts were crushed together, then I pulled down on Sara's head, leading her to Cindy's tits. While I didn't get conjugal visits from either of them since that one night Sara and I had sex on the day I met them both, one thing they always encouraged me to do was to direct the action between the two of them. Sara was more than happy to suck her twin's tits for me.
I don't know what came over me, but I started working on my belt, and then Cindy's. I wanted to pork her from behind, out in the near-snow, like five minutes into my break being over, not even dark yet. But alas, it was not to be. She put her hand on mine, pulled it to her lips, and kissed it.
"Kiss my sister," she whispered into my ear rather than rebuttal me. She helped her Sara come back up, and as we locked lips, she settled into my ear, "That girl looks pretty. Take good care of her tonight. You're such a good boyfriend."
She zipped her top up and led her sister away by the hand like usual. Sara turned back and waved to me, saying, "Goodbye, Derrick," with a smile. I was left alone with one of the worst erections in my life and rather cold hands. I was rescued by Jess, who was done for the night and came out back to pollute her lungs.
"Hey, Derrick," she said in a much less flirtatious manner than while on-shift. She was tired; hell, I was tired. "You got a light?"
"I got something better than a light," I said with a sudden burst of erection. She looked at me expectantly, but I grabbed her and kissed her.
"My my," she cooed, "someone's girlfriend left him high and dry?"
"My apartment's in Raleigh," I said. "We'd better take off; traffic sucks there."
She looked at me, looked at her cigarette, looked down, bit her lip, then threw her cigarette over her shoulder as we headed off to the nearest trolley stop at a brisk pace.
**********
When I got back from "Macedonia," let's say that while I finally had a place to live away from the nest, the new place also contained my sister, which after the events in Macedonia seemed a bit too uncomfortable. Still, I continued to buck up rent for sweet Reo while rooming up with Bill instead.
Bill had moved to Raleigh because that's where they have affordable housing, but he works up north. He let me slide up to his spot for the time being under the circumstances, but down the grapevine Sally found out I was working overtime to pay rent on both places, so she worked out something with her dad so that he'd pay my share on my retainer at Reo's. I've even got spending money now.
Going to Raleigh from Rotterdizzle takes all of ten minutes once you get to the train, but the inner-city traffic to the apartment building can take an hour. Let me tell you what, my wonderful audience, that hour ten is much more fun when you've got a frisky, inebriated bar maiden going with you. It seemed she was looking forward to the coming night rather than just going to her own boring home with the lonely tree and no presents under it with nothing tasty in the fridge.
We knocked into the door once we found the right one; Jess was kissing me pretty vigorously and she was fairly inside my pants. The door recognized me and swung open for me, and I fell in after it with her landing on top of me. I yanked off everything she had on up top in one pull, and we took eight seconds to just kiss before she set out to work on my pants.
"Wuzgoinonhere?" Bill said from the bedroom door. The apartment is only two rooms, by the way. You think Jess would've minded if I told her my roommate was asleep so I'd have to fuck her on the couch?
"I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Jess giggled from astride me. Her breasts in her bra jiggled with her.
"Yeah," Bill said. He looked a little miffed.
"Aww... why don't you come get some? Roommate rules, right?"
"Huh?" I said.
"'Wake him up, invite him in,'" she quoted.
Bill and I looked at each other, looked at her, shrugged... "Fuck it; you ain't my fuckin' woman." I said that, by the way. She wanted to share, so be it.
There was some discussion about whose bed we'd romp in, but it wasn't like it mattered because both were too small. We ended up on the pull-out bed anyways, only Jess first went to take a shower. And believe me, when you pull a shift like that in a hot, wet bar full of people, you do not want to get into bed without bathing first. To "save time and hot water" I went in with her, really just getting first dibs since I were the one to brought her home. But when we got out, Bill had put coffee on, getting him a big kiss from Jess.
We tumbled around on the bed for a while, fixing to culminate with Bill giving the broadside to Jess. Then she hit us with it: "I want you to suck him off," she says to me.
"I'm good," Bill says instead. I've got a rather similar look on my face.
"Oh, come on," she insists. "How many times have you talked two girls into getting into bed, and in like, five minutes, it's all, 'come on, kiss each other.'"
"I don't wanna kiss him, either," Bill says.
"Besides, that's Sam you're thinking of," I reminded her. Sam plays the field, chats up the woman. Can't blame it on us, can she?
"Aren't you the one that keeps saying this town is sick?" she asked me.
I shuffled around uncomfortably, though her hand jerking on my cock was rather pleasant. Barmaid indeed. "Technically, I said the town has a sickness."
"And why is that?"
Somewhere between a sigh of defeat and one of rather intense physical pleasure, I said, "Because men and women can't get along for the time they're out of bed."
"And that doesn't have at all to do with we girls can't get fair turnabout? Come on, boys. Show a girl a good time. For every girl that got her roommate into the action when she brought a boy home."
"But all girls are bi," Bill attempted.
"I'm not, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see something hot once in a while."
Fuck it. It's Christmas, and Jess is pretty cool. After the excursion with Sally, I was ready to take it on faith that there were a few women out there who you could do something genuinely nice for that wouldn't stab you in the ass later. I grabbed hold of Bill's prick and pulled it out of Jess' pussy. Having already decided my path, I didn't fart around into wrapping my lips around it and going to town.
Bill didn't seem quite so ready for the new experience. "Wait, dude, I didn't... whoa."
"Oh my god, you're actually doing it," Jess said, her face a picture of disbelief.
"You want me to stop?"
"Hell no; that's sooo fucking hot." She put her face right next to mine to watch me suck Bill's dick. Honestly, I don't remember ever seeing a girl so happy in bed. Without me touching her, that is. She felt my lips stretched around him, felt my throat, then reached all the way down to my own dick to stroke me in support. She licked the rest of his cock hanging out (I may have been feeling helpful, but I wasn't about to try deep-throating a motherfucker), sucked his balls, bit his thighs, all that. Eventually went all the day down his legs where my cock was located, and she started sucking me off.
Now, let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that was an experience. Jess, being at least as experienced in bed as I was, knew how to suck a good dick, but there were little imperfections: Not going deep enough, having bad timing, not putting her tongue in the right spot, all that shit. Men and women was built to fornicate, but when it comes to matters of oral sex, apparently gay is the only way. Bill, he was moaning and writhing like I was doing something right, and you know how I like to please a woman in bed. Bill may be a guy, but kiss my ass if I wasn't getting off on getting him off.
Short story even shorter (I could go twelve pages with this shit; I'm trying to cut back since this chapter's gonna be long), I ain't got off since I been in the shower, so I popped my cookies off right in Jess' mouth whilst I was blowing off Bill. Jess, she gets right up to Bill and plants one on him, and I know he's about to get a mouthful of somethin' he don't necessarily want in his mouth.
She got her hand on my head to keep me where I were, and the entire time she was whispering naughty shit into his ear, amongst which was "come in his mouth." He did, and he wasn't the only one mouthful of something strange. Only me, I snowballed Jess with it, though I didn't get away without swallowing any.
"So?" she asks, "how was it?"
"I donno, like sucking a dick," I said. "Mostly what I thought it'd be like, only, it's a guy, you know?"
"What the fuck? You've thought about sucking dick?" Bill asked, genuinely surprised.
Jess seemed put-off. "Hold on, now! He's being a man about it at least."
"I'll give you a man," he countered, and he went down on her like he had something to prove. Me, I got my cock handled a bit more, and I took care of Jess' upper half. Now that I think of it, things are easier in bed when everybody's participating. Bill and I, we were mostly fighting over Jess. We both got hard around the same time, and we both wanted more of that pussy. But Jess, she said one of her fantasies was to get both at once, so there we was, both dicks all up in there at one time. And boy, I've never seen a chick moan like that.
"I wanna watch you fuck him so bad," she moaned. I think she was talking to me.
Wait, what?
"Now hold on just a minute," Bill said.
"Just do it; jeesh," Jess insisted. "No one's forcing you, but it's not like it's gonna kill you or anything. At least you'll know rather than be all chicken-shit about something you've got absolutely no idea about."
For all her spitfire, she sounded rather genuine. That, and she was already on her way down south to... what in blazes? lick his ass. I may have done that a few times in my day, but only on a woman. Sucking dick was one thing, but that would've been going a bit too far for me. Guy's asses are all oily and hairy. But rather than watch (and probably retch) I figured there was something waiting on me. Down I went, leaving the pussy behind to go lick on her butthole. I figure if I got to stick my measuring stick up someone's ass, I may as well get both.
That actually took a while. Though Jess didn't object to me tonguing (and in a few minutes, fingering) her butthole, it was taking her quite a long time to get used to it, so she kept telling me to slow down. It was worse with Bill, who had clearly never so much as thought about having something up there. I'm sure that after that night, he appreciated women taking it up the ass from him much more, though the rest of the boys and I would throw it around the campfire that he never had anything like that before. If they ever managed to find out about tonight.
I ended up only getting Bill while Bill reaped the rewards of my hard work on Jess, and at the same time, too. We were lying on our sides in a row, and Jess wouldn't let us stop until all three of us came. It was easy for Jess, who I found out friggs herself on her side when she's getting off in her private time, and it was that much easier when she was getting drilled from behind. Bill, as I understand it, had a hard time because... yeah.
Me, Jess said something about "an asshole is an asshole." Try saying that when you've got another man's oily, hairy ass in your face, and you have to put up with the noise he makes when you keep thrusting your dick up into it, and he don't want you grabbing onto his hips or nothing for leverage. It was all I could do to forget about the whole thing and get off a third time.
To finish up, Jess sucked us both off right after we were finished, which is something I ain't never had the likes of; I honestly didn't know chicks did that. Being that I was the one to bring her home, I slept with her on that bed while Bill went to the bedroom alone. I think he needed some quiet time anyways.
"Thanks for everything, Derrick," Jess said the next morning before she left. "I've been trying to get my boyfriend to do that for months; but you, you were a real hero last night."
Holy shit. "You have a boyfriend?"
"I don't know what else to call him; he's the only guy I'm dating right now. You know any nice guys?"
"I'd recommend Bill, but I think you broke him." She laughed pretty good at that. "But really, I'll keep my eyes open." One more kiss, and she was gone. I went back in to get me some breakfast.
************
Bill was never quite the same after that night, but I think he'll be better for it. Me, I think I'll stick to girls, though I don't think I can honestly begrudge one wanting a little something special once in a while. Fair's fair, after all. Jess was the same as always; I guess sex to her is pretty much just sex. I might try for that again, but not until next month.
Sara and Cindy were ecstatic when they heard the news, though when they took me out back to give me my "reward" they held back because I wasn't about to get some that night, and they didn't want to leave me hanging.
Back at work, some little girl was shaking her fingers off at the bar. "Schwat is wrong, little girl?" I asked, "And aren't you a bit too young to be wasting Christmas at the bar?"
"S-she s-said 'y-yes'," she stammered.
"...And that's a good thing? Bad thing? Is she at least cute?" I joked. In my eyes, all women that didn't seek to tread down my path were automatically only interested in girls. So, too, therefore, was this one.
"She's gorgeous!" she said with sudden color on her face. "She's a varsity cheerleader and she's the nicest girl in school and she has the prettiest eyes and she's so smart and..."
Mind you, I didn't think it would actually ever happen before her. "Okay, slow down." I poured her a little something something to warm her up and calm her down. "What about starting from the beginning?"
"I asked her out. Oh god, why did I do that? Everyone's gonna..."
"...Mind their own damn business?"
"Shows what you know," she snarled.
I refilled her drink for her, also taking one for myself. "I went to high school too, you know. I never cared much for the cheerleaders, but I did get one. And let me tell you: While it's nice, cheerleaders are still girls like you, they just like a bit more attention than most. They're easy lays when you keep that in mind."
"Attention?"
"Exactly. They want you to look at them and give them compliments, so that's exactly what you do. Just sometimes they can be really selfish in bed, so when you're fucking her brains out, you gotta warm her up just right so she'll fuck you back."
"F-fuck her?"
"You are planning on having sex with her, aren't you?"
"But I'm a... a..." she leaned in to whisper to me, "a virgin."
"No shit. What exactly does this girl mean to you?"
"I'm in love with her!"
"...Umm..."
I was just keeping her talking to allow the alcohol settle in. Once that was out of the way, she told me a rather teenaged story of how she went through high school like a mouse, quietly falling in and out of love with every boy in sight with her books held up tightly against her chest.
Then one day some asshole guy hits on her, and she falls for it. But right before he can embarrass her in the very public locker halls, in walks sex in sneakers and a Carolina Blue skirt, telling him to hit the calculator before the rest of the cheerleaders found out how small his dick was. Riley, that's the little girl's name, she shook hands with that cheerleader, and the rest is history.
Not exactly; apparently she asked her out in the girl's locker room bare-ass nekkid whilst showering. It took a few more drinks to get her to tell that part of the story though. She says it was an accident, that she just meant to thank her for the help, but out it blurted. The cheerleader thanked her for thinking of her most kindly, and that may have been it but for the goading of the other girls, which inspired that girl to accept the invitation, which was more of a one-night thing rather than an agreement for an actual relationship.
"You want some advice?"
"Sure."
"You're not in love with her. See, when you get out of college..."
"Yes I am!"
Oh, to be that young again. "Beg pardon, I've been in that stool you've got your narrow ass in, and once you stand where I'm standing, you'll realize it's not love same as me. If you try to treat it like that, you're going to fuck things up, understand? You don't want to fuck it up, do you?"
"N-no..."
"But there's no reason the two of you can't be in love. Falling in love is better than just you being in love with her, isn't it!"
"Yes!" She was getting chipper now.
"Did she say she was your girlfriend or anything, or are you just going out to dinner?"
"D-dinner..."
"Then pay attention, because this is your one shot, and no one's been on as many first dates as me (not quite true, but there's not enough time to explain my life story). See, the trick to any girl's heart is making her come. To do that, you take your two fingers like this, and..."
The little girl was a fun distraction, and even more fun when she came back the next day, a-quiver and almost in tears.
"Derrick, Derrick! Help!"
"Yes?"
"She wants another date!"
"Impressed her pretty good, did you?"
"Yeah, but now she thinks I'm all fantastic in bed!"
"And that's a bad thing?
"Duh, yes! I'm not!"
Yeah, she's fun. I gave her advice over the next few days about how to satisfy a woman in bed, and I ended up having to go to experts on the subject to have new and clever things to try. I didn't have the heart to tell her that if the girl was really interested in her, she wouldn't care if she was really bad in bed.
It ended up sparking up some pretty interesting business, especially with my "girlfriend". I'd gotten a bit of special advice from Sara on a peculiar little maneuver that seemed to tickle Cindy just right, and it worked like a charm on my little amigo's cheerleader girl. The next day saw me getting advice from Jess, which I then shared with Sara in turn, and the following day, Cindy was all over me, trying to figure out what influence I could have possibly had on her previous night's bedroom activity.
Riley was glowing by the fifth day, when she finally had a break. I already had two buttery nipples waiting for her.
"Progress?"
"Yeah," she said in a deep exhale. It was Friday evening, and she looked like she'd been at it all day. She took one of the drinks and began sucking on it, though I had to explain the mechanics of taking a shot to her a million times already.
"It's Friday. Why aren't you with her? Make a weekend of it or something?"
"We've been spending the night together in my room all week long," she said with a dreamy expression. "She says this weekend she has to do cheerleader stuff, but she'll stay at my house again Monday night."
"You certainly look happy enough. In fact, I bet you could light Christmas lights for a block with that smile."
She giggled quite endearingly, then took her other shot, faster this time. "We made out together in front of the bicycles," she almost moaned. "Right in front of everyone!"
"I think that means you have a girlfriend, Ry."
***********
Ahh, Christmas season. Lights everywhere, trees with lights on them, frigid air drawing couples closer together, everybody smiling. Makes me smile. I missed Salamandy, I did. She'd be fun to spend time with, but she's got work too. Work hard in winter when it's too cold to sit around so you can have money for summer when it's too hot to do anything but lie on the beach and watch asses walk by.
For a woman that professed to not be bisexual, she sure seemed to know her way around women. I saw her once since she popped in to invite me to her house party; she gave me advice for the young lady on how to get a chick to like having her hair pulled while being fingered to death. Lately I've been thinking about her a lot.
Reo, too. Just when she and I were starting on something, you know how when you're around someone new, how you get a crush on her some time or another? Just when mines starts warming up on her, well, I takes her to bed and I eats her out, I does. Then shit explodes, making me leave for Macedonia. I haven't seen her since, and word around the bar is that she's not too happy with me.
Oh well. I've got my old job back, a hot coworker that wants to get down and boogie every so often, I got all my boys, and I got a stress-free pad. Mostly. Bill, he's not really messy, but not really clean. I confess I had already gotten used to Reo's quaint homemaking, while Bill's pad was nothing better than a bachelor pad. If I had my choice to live with a man or a woman, well, you can pretty much guess. He's cool, but living with him...
I got home from yet another daytime shift. They pulled fewer tips than the nights, but they left evenings free for doing shit. Bill was home.
"Message for you," he said from his spot on the sofa. Memories. Blech.
Why don't I have my cell phone on me, you ask? Because stupid highschoolers fucked around too much for the last fifty years, getting them damn-near outlawed. With the technology switch from land lines over to cell phones, taxes went through the roof. At the same time went taxes for private vehicles, taxes that couldn't be written off through charities.
People dropped their subscriptions to phone services in favor of Internet communication, so cell phones ceased being loss leaders, driving actual phone prices through the roof. People that had them kept them, but for later generations like me, they were way out of price ranges for people having part-time jobs after school. For schools themselves, the phones were forbidden big time, and believe me, they checked.
The short bit of that story is that I chucked mine after moving out of my house because I was too busy paying for rent.
Phone, phone, phone. Just as soon not carry one with me. They tend to interrupt conversations. "Hi, Derrick." There we go, a pleasant voice. Reoren, the sweet little girl with the silvery blond hair. Actually, you know what she reminds me of? A Golden Retriever. They're all "golden," right? But there's different colors: Gold, red, yellow, dead grass, pale, and straight up white. Reo, her hair was silvery-blond. Her brother, too.
Anyway, message: "I decided I don't care what your sister thinks. You and I are going to the Christmas dance."
"What Christmas dance?"
"Beats me," Bill said.
"What's the Christmas dance?"
"The what?" Sam asked from the other end of the line (me having just dialed him).
"The Christmas dance."
"Which one?"
"Beats me. High school?"
"Their next dance is on Valentine's day."
"Then what the hell?"
"Hang on, me to go ask my dad."
"What'd you get up to, Billyum?" I asked of Bill whilst Sam was having a moment.
"Sittink here, havin' a drinky."
"Dad says Laurel's having a dance," Sam said on his return.
The college? "What for?" says I.
"I donno; money or something. It's going down in the football field."
What a stupid idea. "Whose brilliant idea was it to have an outdoor dance in the middle of winter?"
"Second week of December is hardly the middle of winter, and it's the only place big enough. You want something else? I've got a big fat toilet with my name on it."
"I'll leave the two of you to it then, but when is it?"
"Tomorrow. Peace."
What in the world? What in fuck am I supposed to even wear? Better find the man who knows about these sorts of things.
**************8
"By when?" Dree asked about an hour later. Fucking cold lately. Dree worked on 'Trozy's, which was where the rich kids brought dates when they were dead serious about getting some that night. He worked the front door, which means he dressed in a tuxedo, and I was feeling the need for one just like it, and right now.
"Tomorrow, bitch. Where do I net one?" Dree looked rather irritated with me.
He'd gotten the job after his mom threatened to kick him out for depressing her. He's still fucking depressing, but at least he's doing something productive in the meantime. Sam said the trick is that if you've got a job holding you down, you'll be too fucking tired and pissed off to be depressed. At least when you get fed up with your job and you start getting depressed about it, then you'll have some money put away, then you can at least enjoy the elation of freedom if you quit and the having of oodles of money where before you had a pot that smelled like stale urine. But if you'd spent it all, then you have no business being depressed in the first place. "You know tucies need..."
"Sorry, what the fuck did you just say?"
"Tucies, plural of tux."
"Oh. How'd you figure that out?"
"Ends in X, man. You don't just slap an S onto an X to make the word plural. So these tucies need to be fit so they don't look stupid on you. It takes at least a couple of days, and with a dance around the corner..."
"Wait, you knew about it?"
"Of course I do. Didn't you?"
"Fuck you."
"Oh, right. Anyways, go see Danny. He's the only one what can help you now."
"Okay, thanks. Catch you later."
"Right right."
"Oh, Dree?"
"Yup?"
"Who in the fuck is Danny?"
"Aunt Mellie's boy. I assume you know who Aunt Mellie is?"
"Bitch, just give me an address."
"I don't fuckin' know, do I? He may be in the art deco, or else someone there knows where he is." What am I, playing Twenty Steps to Danny the Tuxedo Maker? Do I have to Scooby Doo my way throughout Rotterdale just to get dressed for one party I'm not sure I should be going to in the first place? Fucking fuck.
Useless, but at least the named spot is only down the street. While I were letting my feet do the walking, I let my eyes wander around a little bit. Christmas lights, Christmas trees, beautiful girls in floppy red hats... This town isn't so bad every now and then. And then the smell of horse... and here we are. Down at the end of Main is the art studio with the stables built next to them because the Garden has the most horses in town and the Garden owns the deco.
The sign on the wall told me to come right in, so in I came. The tiny room was nothing but a break from the cold covered in pictures and paintings with a staircase going along the back wall. Up that I went, and I found the familiar welcoming desk with the door behind it and the window behind me looking out to the frosted street. There was no one there to greet me, sooo...
"Hello?" No one in the main room, either. No one but a tiny girl (no kidding, right?) with short black hair prancing away in next to nothing, singing at the top of her lungs. I drew attention to myself, but it seems she was playing her music to herself too loud and only stopped in the room for a moment before popping off to the back. Further calls got me a horse voice, so I stepped through the door.
Screams, shouts to get the hell out, and then, "Oh, hey, Derrick. What's up?"
Oh yeah. I forgot my twins worked here. Wait, work?
The two of them were bare-ass naked but for some very expensive-looking matching white lingerie. One was spread bald on the white-sheeted bed in the middle of the room with the other with her head buried between the first's legs. The black-haired girl looked quite shocked to be walked in on so, but she calmed down when she saw the twins recognize me. It was quite comical, her with her face full of food and her eyes all huge.
"Help you?" she asked, still wide-eyed.
I strode straight up to my two naked girls and kissed them both, not having a clue which was which. On both I tasted the most heady fragrance of pussy, and with all the liquid dripping off one's face, I assumed her to be Sara, whom I was pretty sure wasn't the gusher between the two. "Looking for Danny," I answered flap-jawed.
"Oh, you're a friend," the girl answered as though it wasn't perfectly obvious by then. "Watashi wa Tikki; hajime mashite," she said with a very polite bow.
"Derrick," I answered, holding out my hand to her, though I don't know why I bothered. As soon as she was upright again, she pressed her lips to mine, and with lips came tongue.
She disappeared behind her mess of file folders straight away, chatting, "Danny's been so frightfully busy lately with the dance. I assume that's what you're looking for him for?"
"Pretty much." While I thought Tikki was quite an eyeful, my twins were still very naked and very sweaty. Sara had her arms around Cindy's thigh like a big fluffy pillow, and both were watching me with very relaxed smiles on their faces. "Sorry for bothering you, but don't you guys have watches that..."
"I can," she interrupted, "but it's a question of availability. There are two people you don't mess with in your life: the person that dresses you, and the person that does your hair. Ah, here we are." I slid on up to see what she was looking at, and the twins each held their hands out to let their fingertips run across my arm as I walked by. "He finished most everything, but he's trying to relax for the rest of the night. I'm sorry to say, but..."
"Remember the trip that got lost for like, half a year?" Cindy said before Tikki could disappoint.
"Of course. We were all terrified," the tiny photographer answered, almost offended at the idea that she might not remember.
"Derrick was the one with Mandy who kept them fat and happy until they got found."
Instantly Tikki's attitude towards me changed. Her eyes softened and her guard dropped; I'd seen it before. "I'm sure Danny would do anything for you," she insisted. "All of us would." She flicked her watch, then she lowered her chin and I saw her lips move; I knew she'd be either talking to Danny himself or someone who knew where he was.
"He'll be here in a few hours," she said after a moment, looking back up at me. "Meanwhile, how good are you with a camera?"
"He's wonderful," Sara said gleefully. "Remember that set we showed you from the Garden party this spring?"
"That was you?" Tikki asked me in quite a bit of shock.
For the next two hours (this guy must not be too prompt) Tikki and I worked the twins over with motion cameras while they made love over and over again. Not only was she constantly commenting both my capture of angles and my creative action directing, but she was always doubling back to bump into me and my unmistakably hard cock. Whenever she looked at me, she had this huge, unabashed smile. We don't get many Japanese in this town, and I've got to say that even for an obvious half-breed like her, there was a certain charm I was suddenly wishing there was more of in my life.
Danny himself came sulking in by and by. He walked right up to me to shake my hand as though twins eating each other into a frenzy on a bed in front of him was a usual occurrence in his life. After greeting everyone (with words; he didn't seem in the mood to kiss everyone), he promptly turned around and told me he'd be waiting outside. I bid my farewells to the twins (both pulled their fingers out of their own folds and placed them in my mouth as they kissed me off together), and Tikki showed me to the door.
"I'm especially grateful for what you did," she said in the more heavy voice I'd expect from someone watching something so erotic. "I know those kids. Come 'round after the dance, yeah?" She released me after one more kiss, and suddenly I was ready to abandon the prospect of being dressed for a dance in favor of spending the remainder of the night in the company of three rather frisky women as opposed to a surly-looking, overworked man.
"You know how to ride, I assume?" he asked as he led me to the stables next door. A large horse came trotting right up to him.
"Never got the chance..."
He swore to himself, then called over a second horse with a few notes on a whistle that was dangling around his neck. "You'll be fine as long as you can hold your seat; it's not that far, and I'll lead her."
So, up I went. No saddle, bridle, or bit. I was instructed to hold fast with my thighs, but they were tired in minutes. I was allowed to hold onto my mare by her mane, but when I finally got off her after we trounced through a couple town blocks, she seemed quite glad to be rid of me. She and her companion trotted off to the back yard of the private home, and the door shut behind them.
"Look, I'm sorry if I'm putting you out... I just got informed this afternoon that I'd be taking someone, and..."
"It's fine," Danny insisted. I didn't feel quite put at ease, but at least business would be getting taken care of.
"By the way, how much will it..."
"I don't work for money," he interrupted. "Besides, from what I hear, you've earned it. Honestly, a suit is the least I can do for you." He was walking towards the door, not making it easy to strike conversation. He let himself in with a touch of his watch to the doorknob. "I'm just tired."
"This yours?"
"I live in Charlotte. A few fashion designers consult me there. Hello?"
So that's what took him so long. Poor guy finally got home after breaking his hands on work, and I probably ripped him out of bed. If I guessed right, a bed that had a woman.
Or not...
From around a corner came the most beautiful (yeah, yeah, they're all "the most beautiful" in this town) brunette. In the dim light, I could make out poofy hair that'd reach a foot above her head if it wasn't so long, and eyes of icy blue that looked hauntingly familiar. She wore a black silk robe over a black silk nightgown, and her feet were clad in red slippers with fluffy white trim that reminded me of how much I love Christmas. She had a tree and lights and the works as well, but it looked like a bachelorette's pad rather than a home for four.
She and Danny assumed a gentle embrace, though their lips locked in an effect that made my mouth water. She wasn't shy about moaning into his mouth, and he finally seemed to be enjoying himself.
"What brings you back so soon, Danny boy?" she asked in a light musical voice.
"Another one for 'the dance,'" he scoffed. I took it to mean that he had had his fill of the whole event, and I doubted he'd be attending himself.
"You want me to take care of it, baby? You must be tired..."
"Actually," I interrupted, "I don't really know what on Earth this dance is about in the first place. Can someone fill me in?"
The two glanced at me as though they'd forgotten I was in the room. "I need to prep up anyways," Danny groaned. "You can measure him." He trounced off to a door that took him down a flight of echoing stairs.
The lady smiled at me and took me by the hand. "I'm Melody," she said in a very melodic, hypnotizing voice.
"Not the Melody?"
"As far as I know; I make dresses, sound familiar?"
"I thought you'd be older, is all. You know you're quite famous around these parts?"
She grinned like she was quite used to compliments, and led me to the kitchen. "Warm enough for you?" she asked while searching through cabinets and refrigerator.
"Quite." Her home was quite homey. I even had delusions of getting fed while I was there, and I was certainly looking forward to being measured by her.
"Then strip," she commanded.
"Do what?"
"I can hardly measure you if you're wearing clothes, can I?"
What would you do if you were in a strange house and someone's woman was telling you to strip?
"Here, let me help you. So, who're you taking to the dance? Anyone I know?"
"Reoren Fraliusan," I said. She was already working off my pants, bypassing my shirt completely.
"Hmm... doesn't sound familiar. This dance is pretty special; she must really like you."
"I just live with her, is all. I rent. What's up with this dance, anyways?
She'd gotten my pants down; my shirt was covering my unrequited arousal. I had intended to save it up for the dance, but the twins had gotten to me pretty bad. This beautiful woman's breath on my legs might be all it takes. "This town pulls in huge amounts of revenue from sporting events. As you may know, the high school is in competition with Tranquil Breeze Garden, where I come from. They try to make dances and stuff to raise their appeal rather than actually raise salaries and grades. Imagine that."
"I wouldn't know," I answered.
"Turns out, Cameron kids got used to partying. Laurel U lost admissions to party schools, and we started getting parties of less favorable nature around here. In fact, the last big one had this guy's sister getting..."
"Sounds like I'm pretty famous, too."
"That was you? My my, you do get around. So with that, Laurel decided to throw this little bash. A real formal one. Code: Purple."
"What's purple?"
"White bow ties, frock coats, and top hats. Any other questions?" She had gotten my pants of with my shoes, and I helplessly let her pull my shirt and jacket off with one pull, letting me sit there in defeat with a big tent in my shorts.
"Yeah. Why do I have to take my clothes off for you to measure me?"
"You don't." She hooked her fingers into my undershorts and pulled down. I lifted up off the chair I don't know why, and there they went, and there it was. "Stand up," she ordered.
She was on her knees in front of me, and she began depressing her fingers into my legs.
"Umm... don't you need measuring tape for that?"
"Tape is for suckers," she insisted. "So, are you planning on stabbing me in the eye with that thing?"
I blushed quite well. After all, my equipment was standing up as high as could be, vibrating and bouncing with every shiver that ran through me when she touched me anywhere.
"That's not where I normally stab people with it, no," I said, but you have no idea how stupid I felt about it. Sure, if I'd said it to some sixteen-year-old, I'm sure she'd be the one blushing, but this Melody didn't seem like some giggilish girl to be easily impressed by one-liners. She raised an eyebrow at me, and I wanted to retreat into myself. It didn't help that I could see clear to her toes down her nightgown.
"Are you still in high school or something, talking to women like that?" she asked with a rather humorous grin.
"Mostly high school girls I..."
"Hush." She rose to her feet. She stood several inches shorter than me, making us strain our necks to look one-another in the eye. "It's beautiful," she whispered to me, her fingers tickling the underside of my shivering rod.
All at once, the nervousness flowed out of me, and it was replaced by anxiety. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing in bed; this grown-ass woman isn't going to fall for any of my bullshit. What was I doing there? Getting dressed, supposedly. Asking for trouble, that's all I was doing.
She did the doing for me. She leaned up on her toes to kiss me, and I actually felt my breath shaking. "Now let me show you how I felt when I heard someone took on a whole fraternity to protect his sister," she whispered in her magical voice, and with a few more sweet kisses to my lips, she began kissing her way down, down, down my chest and to my stomach. She got back on her knees, and after some lingering below my navel, I felt the hot wetness of her mouth envelop my prick.
Becky would never believe me. Melody, top dressmaker in the state, was sucking me off, and stupid me wasn't doing a thing to stop her. I wanted to tell her that I was saving up for a girl, but while I was stringing together two words to say, I felt her talented tongue tickling my engorged urethra, and great torrents of cum came shooting out of me before I knew what hit me.
She swallowed it all with enthusiasm, but she didn't look impressed. "Wow. One minute."
"Can't do a thing about it when it comes to a woman as beautiful and talented as you," I said, panting with the intensity of my orgasm.
She smirked and got to her feet. "But seriously, that was pretty fast. Something on your mind?"
"Doing a photo session with my girlfriend before I came over," I said.
"Wow; good girlfriend. I didn't mess anything up, did I?"
"What? No, not at all. She and I, we're not trying to take sex that seriously. In fact, she was with a woman."
"Weren't you and Danny coming from the studio?"
"Yeah..."
"Tikki was on the clock, weren't she?"
"Yup."
"That explains it," she said with a small laugh and a pat on my still-raging cock. "She's got an eye for art that really touches your heart. Hardly anyone in the area will touch any nude work that dosn't come from her camera."
"Like you and your dresses?"
She beamed at me in response, then told me to wait a moment while she conferred with Danny. I found a few things to chew on that my hostess had left out for me, and I amused myself with them and a few pictures laying about. Everywhere there were women of all ages with Melody, all of them wearing beautiful dresses. I assumed they were works of hers; and if so, she was quite good. I felt quite a bit more confident about her and Danny fitting me for this party.
She came back up after half an hour or so; the night was getting pretty far along. She told me everything was fine, even as she took me by my erect cock and pulled me into her bedroom.
"How do you want it?" she asked with stars in her eyes.
"I'm not quite sure. Why am I getting it in the first place?"
"You care very deeply about your sister, and that's all I need to know. All you need to know is that I'll feel very regretful if I let you leave her tomorrow morning without making love to me."
So, that's how it went.
***********
I woke up very refreshed the next morning. Danny was gone, but Melody explained that he had finished before I had (ha ha ha), which was no race, seeing as I had run her into the night after her challenge. She was quite the homemaker, putting together some rather delicious breakfast for me.
"So, where're you meeting this girl? I remember my mother telling me how a guy would come pick his date up in a limousine."
Wow, her mom must be old. "I'm not sure. Best give her a call, I think."
My fingers shook when Reo's phone rang, but she was the one to answer, "Derrick? Hi! I was afraid you hadn't got my message!"
Hearing her voice made it all worth it for sure. Melody saw me smiling and beamed at me. "Not to worry. We still on for tonight?"
"But you didn't call me last night, so I didn't have a chance to warn you about..."
"It's alright," I said with a look to Melody. "Everything's taken care of. How do... hang on."
Melody had slipped me a note; her hand slid down my pant leg as it retreated. "Umm... where do you want me to pick you up?"
"Pick me up? But..."
"Your place at brillig?"
"Umm... sure, Derrick. I'm looking forward to it."
When the connection severed, I felt happier than I had in ages. I lept up and embraced a likewise leaping Melody, and I hugged her with all the joy that had been bottling up inside me.
"I'm so happy for you," she said with a tear in her eye.
I wiped it away from her beautiful face, still a ridiculous smile on mine. "Thank you so much, Melody."
Putting her own smile aside, she shook her hair out of her face, tilted back, shut her eyes, and pursed her lips so that I could thank her properly. I did so, kissing her with a magic that was sure to spill out into the dance once I got there. She moaned and kissed me back, and in no time at all my nosy erection was poking her in the belly.
"I take it back. You really do know how to flatter a girl," she said softly. "Now, how are you planning on kissing her tonight?"
With a lopsided grin and feeling lightheaded, I plastered my mouth onto hers, letting my tongue swim around in her mouth. She fell under my spell at once, moving with me and gripping me closely. I pushed my hand into her ridiculously small black robe she had donned to match mine (though mines was more man-sized and made of actual cotton wheres hers was a film of black gossamer) and groped at her breast. My cock was pressing hard into her, letting her know what was on my mind.
When we parted, she wiped the excess slime of saliva off her mouth with (yet another) a silly grin. "Non, non, non," she insisted.
"Huh? What'd I do wrong?"
It took her a moment to recover her breath. "Hands on my waist, lover boy." I did as I was told. "Eyes locked onto mine." No problems there. "I don't want your tongue in my mouth so soon before dinner, and if you try and drill a hole into my stomach with your boner without kissing me good and long first, I'm gonna think you're thinking all the other pretty girls at the dance, comprends?"
"Completely." With a fresh start, I kissed her again, this time touching only her chin to direct her face up to receive my kiss. My hand then went back to her waist, and it stayed there for the next several minutes while I kissed her as thoroughly as I could without trying to mine for gold with my tongue.
She was hardly moaning then, so I thought I was doing something wrong, but I just kept at it, and soon enough she started whining for more. Her hips were undulating against me, but I held my ground, concentrating on kissing her. Her tongue sought me out, but I gave it only cursory touches, concentrating on loving the feel of her soft lips.
In time, I gave into her desire for a deeper kiss, and our bodies melted together. Unlike before, her body was warm all over, and I could feel her leaning on me for support. I managed to stumble over my chair and fall on my ass, but she ended up on top of me.
It took her about eight seconds to part my robe and take my cock in her hand. I opened hers as well, and after rubbing her pussy a few times, I held her by the hips to guide her over mine, and she pointed my cock into her pussy as she lowered herself onto me.
She leaned forward to kiss me, letting me thrust up into her. "How often would you say you make love opposed to just having sex or fucking?" she asked me quite sincerely as I worked my cock inside her.
"Not often enough," I answered quite honestly. The feeling was completely different from the night before. I didn't even care if I came; all I wanted was to see her face immersed in pleasure. I turned us over and thrust into her. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to keep up with how good it felt to be working with her, and that old feeling crept up in me, threatening to make an early morning of me.
To compensate, I worked slower and deeper, crushing my pelvis against her pubic bone each time. "Faster," she urged instead, and while I complied, I still made full use of my length. Her hips thrust up to meet mine in their own time, working her wet clit up like I'd hoped. "I'm gonna come," she sighed in an almost inaudible voice.
"Me too," I said as sensually as I could. The night before, she swallowed every time she got me off. I was hoping this time would be different. I thrust harder and harder into her, every motion carefully planned to bring both of us off. She was there with me, kissing me, rubbing her clit, or grabbing onto me for support.
I gripped her by the shoulder in what should've been a definitive warning, but she kept it up. The longer it went on, the more I dared to hope, and the faster my orgasm came to me, until finally it was too late to go back. That delicious calm before the storm, that ultra-tightness in the cock that says you're about to blow, but a pussy just never gets you the exact pressure at the right time as your hand can.
I kept sliding in and out of her, trying to stimulate that perfect spot, and then bam. Cum shooting out of me and into her, and that incredible feeling of indescribable pleasure coursing through every bit of me. It was in her too; my orgasm seemed to trigger hers, and the more cum I shot into her, the harder she got off. It was everything I had hoped for and more.
"Now that is how you should make love to your date tonight," she sighed contentedly. I held my ground mounted on her, kissing her as befits the situation.
"I don't know if she likes me like that, though," I said cautiously.
"You don't even know me," she said, "yet you just did that. Making love isn't about moving towards the next step, it's being a kind person that cares for another person. It's there no matter what your future together is, and the sex is just a celebration of that."
Hmm. Got to think about that.
"Mind if I take a shower?" I asked. "I doubt I'll win points showing up smelling like this."
"Your funeral," she giggled. "Think I'll have one too. You don't mind sharing, do you?"
"Melody?"
"Mm?"
"Don't take this the wrong way..."
"What is it?"
"You know how you said you'd regret it if we didn't make love before I left?"
"Of course."
"Well, I'd like to..."
"Again?" she asked, flabbergasted.
"No offense... it's just that I..."
"You what?"
"All night long I was dreaming about coming inside you, and now..."
"You liked that, did you?"
"Oh yeah."
"Me too."
"One more time?"
"It's just that I thought you'd be tired. And don't you have somewhere to be?"
"Not until three."
"But you've still got to get dressed, eat..."
"It's still early."
She made a sour face at me, but I leaned down to kiss her again and thrust into her anew.
"Oh, no you don't. Shower first."
But I persisted, answering the call of my deflated but not flaccid cock, and in minutes we were moving together like lovers do, all the way through half an hour, where I was fucking her from behind and ultimately coming inside her again. We showered, and I escaped without further damage.
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