e in waves like the ocean crashing on the beach?”
“Okay, what did you buy and how much did it cost?”
“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I can’t even go grocery shopping without thinking about sex with you. I went to Lucky’s and could barely control myself. First, grabbing the bananas. I had to have one. So I peeled one and pushed the whole thing in my mouth until it was touching my tonsils because I thought that if I could do this I might be able to handle all of you. But a banana is no comparison, so I bought a cucumber. I had to find just the right one. The other women asked me what I was doing when I kept moaning whenever I grabbed a firm, smooth, thick cucumber. So I told them I needed to feel my Richard or have something close to his size in my hands to stroke. They all wanted your phone number when I finally showed them the cucumber that was just your size. The scale nearly broke. In the car I was so wet that I just laid it between my legs so I could imagine you there, every bump in the road rubbed me against it and almost made me climax.”
“Babe, are you taking those herbal vitamins Marilyn was selling or something?”
“You know just talking to you and saying your name, Dick, is making me so hot that I’m going to slip out of these damn confining panties. Ooohhh. These things are like a straightjacket for my passion. Wow. They’re so wet just from thinking about what we’re going to do when you finally get home. Mmmmm, god, I can just imagine you caressing my body with your big strong hands. Whoops! I just slipped my finger into my mouth and bit the tip, but I know you don’t like me to bite. But I don’t mind you biting a little on the tips of my nipples. Oooohhhh, or on my lips when we kiss. Or my other lips when you’re spending what feels like an eternity between my thighs with your tongue darting in and out of me while you lap up the flowing juices that only you can release.”
“I don’t care what you’ve done or how much it costs, having you tonight will be worth it!”
“Ooooohhhhhh! I am on fire. Dear me, I can’t wait much longer. This is torture. Like a building wave before it breaks and sprays it’s wetness across the beach until it builds again, and again. This is so unfair. Can you get off sooner so you can get me off? You don’t know how badly I need to let go. Mmmmmmmm, I can fit three fingers inside of me. Please come home. Now. Please hurry! I can’t wait another second. Get your ass over here! Oh please, come to me. Now, now come to me.”
Fuck this! “Scott I need to get home right now. I know you can’t pay me for this, but it’s an emergency!”
“Yo, dude, you’re out of here. Just fill out your timesheet and you’re gone,” Scott said.
As Richard furiously rummaged through the paperwork to get his timecard, Scott walked up to him.
“Hey Rich?”
“WHAT MAN? I’M IN A HURRY!”
“Your fiancée just called and said to tell you not to rush home. She said that the cucumber she bought at the store was perfect and the ocean waves have subsided, and she’s exhausted. Whatever that means.”
The Piercing
Music blasted loudly through the house. The party was at its peak. People were buzzed and a thick layer of smoke floated above the crowd. It was Rachell’s first party since starting college.
She was a “Goth” and so she’d always been a little different from everyone else in high school. She wore black and had jet black, shoulder length hair, and had a few piercings. She was tall with a medium build and a great set of…umm…. We’ll say she filled out a shirt well and loved wearing leather pants. Other than that, she was quiet and quite smart. She’d received a nice scholarship to Cal Berkley and wanted to start anew. This was a chance at a new beginning. She was 19 and all the horrors of high school were over.
Lars walked into the party with his friends and scoped out the scene. Dressed like he was, he demanded attention. His leather jacket had chains on it. His Mohawk was snot-green. And his ear, nose, eyebrow, and nipple piercings were proudly displayed. His eyes locked instantly on a vision. He stared at Rachell, like a deer into headlights.
“Damn,” he thought to himself. “She’s hella fine!”
The hair on the back of her neck stood up and Rachell knew someone was looking at her. Nonchalantly, she looked around the room. When her eyes met Lars, it was mystical. The room became quiet and her vision was filled only with him. Of course the drinks could have had some effect on that too.
“Damn,” she thought to herself. “He’s hella fine!”
He awkwardly walked up and started talking gibberish to her, which she couldn’t hear because the music was so loud. She smiled and acted amused, oblivious to the room, and just watched him. She tried to read his lips while he talked, but her mind was envisioning kissing his lips. She thought about exploring his mouth with her tongue. She imagined his mouth caressing her body. The twinkle of silver in his mouth showed he had a piercing. Because she had one too, she knew what someone that was talented with a piercing could do during sex.
They yelled back and forth and they laughed as the party got louder and more furious. They had an eclectic chemistry between them. Six screwdrivers for her and five rum and Cokes, two beers and a shot of Jose Cuervo made a lot of chemistry. He had another shot of Tequila and kissed Rachell. The sour tang of the drink mixed with the sweet taste of her lips. Lars kissed her again and she ran her fingers along the tips of his spiked Mohawk hair. Their tongue piercings clinked in their mouths, making them both laugh.
Rachell felt loose and relaxed and very horny. She leaned over, resting her hand against Lars groin, and whispered softly in his ear, “Let’s go upstairs.”
“What?” Lars yelled, not able to hear her.
“Let’s go upstairs.” She said again a little louder
“I’m sorry babe. I can’t hear you.” Lars yelled.
As the music paused, she screamed, “I WANT TO TAKE YOU UPSTAIRS SO WE CAN FUCK!” In the quiet room, people looked around at Rachell, grinning and giggling.
They went upstairs. And, room-by-room, they opened each door to see beds occupied by college coeds and even college team mascots, the mule was a bit kinky, having sex. When they opened the bathroom door Lars smiled and yanked her in. Then he locked the door. She didn’t even know this guy but he made her feel great about herself since he was a little different too. As they mashed their bodies together against the bathroom wall, his hands groped and fondled her flesh like an animal. Her own hands kept a steady feel grip on his growing cock.
Their lips parted and she shoved Lars away and stepped back against the bathroom sink. Rachell leaned over and pulled her shirt down over her shoulders to expose her sheer bra and the nipple hoops piercing her and pressing through the fabric. Lars bent down and kissed the nipples through the fabric, flicking the hoops. The wetness of his mouth moistened the fabric and Rachell pulled the straps aside, letting them fall. Lars pulled the bra down and stared at her breasts.
She had perfectly round breasts and two small loop nipple piercings. The nipples stood out strong. He licked his lips as they swayed while she took her shirt off. Rachell lifted her ass up onto the countertop and Lars pushed her backwards to lie on the porcelain. He kissed her tummy and moved up to her breasts, holding them firmly in his hands. He grinned and licked her nipples and the tink, tink of his tongue piercing against her loops made her shiver and squirm. Wetness gathered between her lips, both sets of lips. His mouth encompassed her nipple and pulled up on the loop causing her to cry out in bliss. Her hair fell back as she leaned back to expose her neck and chest to his wandering eyes. She was so fresh, so sensual. No man had ever used her nipple piercings correctly, but Lars had her climbing the walls wanting him.