Unicorn

Unicorn
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

I hadn’t heard from her in three weeks, but I recognized Beth’s voice in an instant when she called.

“Are you busy?” she asked. All the things I’d thought about doing suddenly fled my mind.

“What’s up?”

“Can you drive me out to the Glen?”

“Sure,” I said, “I guess so. What’s going on?”

“Just take me. You’ll see.”

I hung up the phone, changed my clothes and without wasting a moment, I cruised on over to Beth’s place. I felt a little uneasy about what I was doing; dropping everything for her, again, letting myself play the lackey, again, being the giving side of a one-sided relationship, again, but I immediately forgot my concern for self-respect when Beth came to her door. In a flash, all questions of my self-worth vanished before the azure enchantment of her smiling eyes, a vision sorely intensified by the low cut t-shirt Beth wore. I wanted to be her pawn. Any pretense of dignity was readily abandoned as I helplessly leered at the naked swells of her bosom, stared deep into the valley of her cleavage. Beth held a picnic basket in the crook of her arm.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied. I followed as Beth walked down to my car, her short pleated skirt flouncing with each eager step. “Where are we going?” I dared to ask again.

“Down twenty-three, past Apple Meadow, you know, the park at the Glen.” I took the basket from Beth and opened the car door, basking in her warm smile, watching the drift of her short white skirt as she slid into my Mustang, savoring that brief flash of her thigh. Dropping the wicker into the back seat, I walked around to the driver’s seat. “I have a quest to pursue,” she said with a coy grin, “and I thought you might enjoy a little sunshine.”

“Sounds great,” I said, revving the engine self-indulgently before I slipped the car into gear. “What are you hoping to find?”

“I’m not telling,” she said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“You’d laugh,” she said. “We’ll have fun. If I find it, you’ll see.”

“All right,” I said, turning onto the road.

With the top down and the sun shining, it would have been hard to imagine a better day to make the long drive out of town to Glen Park. When I started down the highway, Beth scooted down in her seat to keep her hair from fluttering wildly in the breeze. I smiled as she told me about a phone call from her sister. I thought I saw the faint hint of her nipples tensing beneath the ribbed cotton of her shirt.

“Where’s Scott?” I finally asked, glancing over as we rolled along the road. Beth frowned and put a bare foot up on the dash. I couldn’t see her eyes beneath the dark sunglasses she now wore.

“Gone,” she said.

“Another business trip?”

“Nope,” she said. “Just gone.”

“Oh,” I said, “I’m sorry.” Beth started laughing.

“No you’re not,” she said. “You’re a dumbbell.”

“Why is that?”

“Do you believe in unicorns?” she asked. I looked over, saw her smile, her heavy breasts, a flash of white panty between her lean thighs.

“Not really,” I said.

“I visited a fortune teller when I was at Pam’s. We went to the county fair and Pam likes that kind of thing. Do you believe in fortune tellers?”

“What did she tell you?” I asked.

“Strange things. She told me to beware of owls.”

“Was this like a gypsy, with gold hoop earrings and a shawl and scarfs and rings and big flowing skirts?”

“Something like that.”

“Have any owls been after you?”

“You know what? I think she meant Scott.”

“Then I believe in fortune tellers.”

“Really? I don’t, but maybe I’m wrong. You know why I think she meant Scott.”

“Not a clue. I would have figured him for a badger or a coral snake. A crow, maybe.”

“We were getting along and everything, but about two weeks ago he called me up and I cringed when I heard his voice. I don’t know what it was, but every word he said just irritated me. Not what he said, but the sound of his voice. It was like the screech of fingernails on a chalkboard. I couldn’t hang up fast enough.”

“Was this before or after the gypsy?”

“Before.”

“So what about the owl?”

“A screech owl. I’ve never heard one, but that’s what popped into my head when she told me to watch out for owls.”

“So you dumped Scott?”

“Yeah.”

“Because a gypsy told you to watch out for owls.”

“No, well, you could say that. No. Things were going all right, but it just wasn’t there. You know? I just wanted more.”

“I know,” I said. “I know that feeling.”

We drove in silence for ten miles. The road began to demand my attention as we entered the foothills. Beth seemed preoccupied, looking out into the woods. I stole peeks when I could, wondering what kind of mood our discussion had put her into. Her skirt had risen further, distracting me with an indecent view of her panties and the cooler air of the shaded drive had stiffened her nipples. I struggled between driving safely and satisfying my lewd appetite while Beth stared into the passing landscape.

“We’ve been friends a long time,” she said, now smiling.

“Long enough,” I said.

“Do you think I’ve been good to you?”

“In what way?”

“Fair. You’re always there for me. Like today. You didn’t even ask me what I have planned.”

“I asked.”

“Yes, but you didn’t expect me to answer. You listen to me.”

“I like to listen to you.”

“Why? What have I done for you?”

“Beth, what kind of a question is that?”

“Well, I just wondered. I mean, I like to listen to you. You always make sense.”

“I try.”

“I know. More than I do. I don’t think I’ve been very nice to you. I haven’t called you in weeks.”

“Posh. You’re my best friend, even when you forget about me. I know how these things go. I don’t expect more than you can spare me.”

“The fortune teller told me to listen to my heart. That made me think of you.”

“I’m glad.”

“You told me that, once. I should have taken your advice.”

“What did your heart tell you?”

“To call you up. Take you to a forest glen.”

“A forest glen?” I asked. Beth just smiled.

She led me to a shady nook and spread a blanket out under a big oak tree. I uncorked one of the bottles of wine she brought while Beth unpacked our lunch. I lifted a glass.

“Beware of owls,” I said. Beth laughed and drank her wine.

After a delicious lunch, I lay back in the cool grass, feeling the heat of the sun wash over me, my face tickled by a gentle breeze. I closed my eyes and darkness stole my thoughts. A few minutes passed, more or less, and shading the sunlight with a hand, I propped myself up.

Beth sat with her eyes closed, leaning back against the trunk of the ancient oak, her legs spread in a wide, relaxed pose. Beth had taken off her clothes. My eyes opened wide, drinking the vision in deep draughts, afraid to move, thinking I only dreamed a familiar dream. Beth didn’t move and as my arm began to ache, I finally had to, getting up on my knees. My gaze never strayed for an instant.

I had known this girl for seven years, sometimes more, sometimes less, and although I had always liked her company, my real attraction for her was only a few months old. In fact, Scott the Screech Owl had precipitated the blossoming of my feelings for Beth. He treated her poorly, with a general disrespect that genuinely bothered me. In wanting to defend her from his crude manners, I found myself falling in love.

Then I thought I saw the hint of a smile on Beth’s face. I started to crawl toward her, curious to see what would happen. The smile grew slightly and so I dared to kiss her toe. A tremble coursed her body. I kissed her foot and Beth laughed aloud.

My lips began a slow journey along her calf, to her knee, along her thigh. Beth’s hand rested in my head as I kissed the soft brown curls of her lap.

“Now I have you,” she said, moving to return my kiss with her soft secret lips, taking hold of my hair. I teased her with my tongue, pressing wet along her blossoming furrow. Beth moaned a sweet song of joy.

Her thick nippled tits bounced as she mounted and rode my stiff steed, a gallop of delight. I called her loving names and held her bottom’s rhythm steady. Beth kissed me with feverish wet kisses and told me she was mine.

“I’ve wanted you, Beth,” I said as I planted my staff deep.

“I know,” she said, surrender in her sea blue eyes. “I knew and now I know.”

A storm of ecstasies stole the afternoon away, until we lay nestled quiet in the dusk’s verdant glade.

“I love the sound of your voice,” she said. “I think that’s what first drew me to you. I like to hear you talk. It makes me feel sexy, like the neigh of a unicorn.” Beth kissed me.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” I asked, thinking back on our strange and beautiful day.

“Yes. Somehow I knew that I would.”

“How did you know?”

“The fortune teller reminded me of something my grandmother used to say,” Beth told me. I looked into her blue eyes curiously,.

“Something about a summer’s day, when the screech owl sleeps, if a virgin listens for her heart’s song under the boughs of a forest glen, she’ll hear the Unicorn neigh and if she sits quiet and still, he’ll lay down in her lap. Something like that. Anyway, I thought it was worth a try.”

“Wise woman,” I said, stroking Beth’s pale belly. She laughed.

“Listen,” Beth said with an ear to the wind as I teased her nipple hard. “That’s him. The Unicorn’s neighing again.”

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Watching

Watching
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

I rapped a staccato on the white door. “Come in,” Allison called out from within. I turned the knob and stepped inside the apartment.

“Sorry, Steve,” said Allison, pressing the phone to her breast as she emerged from the kitchen. “There’s a situation down at the office and I’ve got to read these figures,” she held up a sheaf of papers, “to them so we can get the bid in on time.”

I nodded, understanding.

“It should only take about twenty minutes.” Allison smiled affectionately. “Fix yourself something to drink, turn on the tube, relax for a bit. We can go the minute I finish rattling off these numbers.”

“Sure, no problem,” I said, heading for the kitchen. Allison gave me a quick kiss.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” She turned and stretched the phone cord into the dining room where the contents of her briefcase lay spread over the dark wood table. “No, June, no problem. Let’s just get this over with so I can go out and forget the whole mess. Yeah. In March we had seven-three-six-four-four in OPS . . .”

I pulled open the white refrigerator door and surveyed the shelves of yogurt, lettuce, milk, grapes, tangerines and celery. Two bottles of mango-grapefruit wine cooler proved to be the closest thing the girls had to a beer. Rolling my eyes, I twisted off the top and took a swig of the pink sugary alcohol. It was almost as bad as it sounds. I went into the living room and flicked on the television.

Time passed slowly. Allison’s voice droned a seemingly endless sequence of numbers, a series that continued long enough to persuade her to use the term “niner” with a casual familiarity. The television yielded news stories of traffic accidents on the other side of town, accusations of financial misconduct among state legislators, game shows demanding intimate knowledge of Chinese geography and detergent prices, and sitcoms of family strife as young teens snuck off to kiss before parents lectured them humorously. I drank another intoxicating dose of carbonated punch.

I didn’t have to piss badly, but when boredom gets severe, even the slightest urge is enough to compel me into doing something new, so I picked myself up off the soft beige sofa and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. The door was mostly open. The light was on. I boldly advanced toward my goal, but just before my foot touched tile, the shower curtain rattled open and I found myself looking in the mirror at Denise, wet and naked, reaching for a towel.

I had only met Allison’s roommate once before, for a few minutes, on my way in as she was on her way out. Denise is cut from a different cloth than Allison. I’ve always dated girls like Allison, quiet, thoughtful, sensitive, simple women. Denise, on the other hand, intimidated me with her strong confident presence the moment I met her. Denise could have run roughshod over someone like me without even noticing. I wasn’t thinking about that, staring at her creamy tits, watching water drip from the tips of her hard brown nipples. I backed away slowly, never relinquishing my view.

Allison is a pretty girl. Denise looked gorgeous. She rubbed the towel over her shoulders and arms, lifting her heavy breasts and letting them fall. Placing a foot on the toilet seat, she rubbed her lean thighs and calves. She roughly teased her brown muff until the hairs formed a soft cushion of curls. Denise bent over. My jaw dropped.

“Well,” I heard Allison say behind me, “that should wrap it up. Are you sure that’s all we need? When I hang up this phone, I’m gone, so you’d better make certain. All right?”

I dashed back into the living room, throwing myself onto the sofa, my heart racing. I downed the remainder of my mango-grapefruit cooler and deliberately slowed my breath.

“Steve,” Allison said as she hung up the phone. “I’m really sorry about that.” She walked into the living room. “One of the new girls took off without closing the door behind her.”

I stood up, wiping my sweaty palms on my slacks. “That’s all right. I know how it is.”

“You’re a sweetheart,” Allison said, picking up her purse. “What do you say we get out of here. I don’t want to be around if they call back.”

“Good idea,” I said, casting a glance down the hallway as Allison opened the door. “What do you say we get some Italian food?”

“Mmm, sounds delish.”

As we ate dinner, Allison talked about work. I sat quietly, eating and nodding, my eyes constantly looking in Allison’s direction, but visions of Denise danced erotic provocations as I chewed. The tales of white collar warfare droned past my consciousness to invoke the supple curve of her waist descending into her hips. Allison droned on and I remembered the tickle of Denise’s hair, darkened by water, running over her freckled shoulders. I hardly noticed when Allison asked me what I wanted to do after dinner.

We stopped at the video store. Allison desperately wanted to see some light romantic comedy that had been released. I followed her back to the soft beige sofa and listened to the teasing verbal foreplay of reluctant lovers while Allison rested, cradled in my arms. The bottle of Burgundy and plates of pasta, glazed with a sonorous lullaby of tender expressions, tempted us both drowsily into a gentle slumber.

The front door opened with a burst of white light. I started at the sudden intrusion, and blinked my eyes open. Allison mumbled and shifted to lay across the divan.

“Hey, kids,” said Denise emphatically, her syllables slightly slurred.

“Mmmm,” I said, still half asleep.

“Oh, shhhhh,” said Denise, laughing as she dropped her purse and stepped into the shadows of the living room. “Exciting date, huh?”

“She’s had a rough day,” I said, shaking off the dull throb of sleep.

“Yeah. Tomorrow could be worse.”

“Huh?”

“When I tell her about her boyfriend spying on me in the shower.” A sudden rush of adrenalin erased any drowsiness that remained within me.

“What?”

“Don’t give me that shit, lover boy. I saw you.”

“Denise,” I said, pleading. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I swear. It was an accident.”

“Yada yada yada,” said Denise. “You stood there for five minutes watching me towel off. Got your mojo working and then some.”

“I . . . I . . . I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You were so beautiful.” What the hell, I figured. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“That’s more like it,” said Denise. “I really don’t want to cause any trouble between you and princess. But I had kind of a dull night myself. What do you say we have a little tit for tat?”

“But what if Allison . . .”

“No way, bud. I don’t want to make wild with you. I need a roommate more than I need to get laid. I mean, I want to watch you do your nasty business with her.”

I swallowed hard. Denise came across intensely. I didn’t know whether to laugh or run.

“I’ll hide in the shadows while you play with your girlfriend there. I want to see you in action. That’ll make us even, and I’ll forget you ever peeped on me.”

“But she’s asleep.”

“Lift her skirt a little and put your tongue in her box. She’s a little stiff, but I’ll bet a good licking will loosen her up a bit.”

Allison slept on her back. Her cream skirt was already riding her hips a little, and peering down, I could see the puffed triangle of her white satin panties tucked between her thighs. I shrugged my shoulders and slowly pushed her legs apart. Allison stirred slightly and mumbled. I started back from my nervous approach.

“Go on,” hissed Denise.

I pushed Allison’s leg firmly to one side. She shifted slightly, spreading her legs more definitely apart. I put my lips to the white satin cloth, tickling the secrets hidden below. Allison smiled slightly and wiggled her hips. I licked the soft fabric meaningfully

“C’mon, do her,” said Denise.

I gently pushed her panties to one side, exposing Allison’s shy sex. Teasing the folds with the tip of my tongue, I slowly tempted her flower to blossom. Encouraged by success, I lapped at the moistness within.

“Oh,” said Allison, putting a hand in my hair. “Bad boy.”

I licked her juicy pussy with seriousness, taunting her clit as it stiffened. Allison lifted her bottom, bringing her excitement closer to my assaulting attention. A low moan sounded from beyond and I cast a glance into the shadows. Denise crouched in the dark corner, her panties at her ankles, and from the rapid motion of her hand between her legs, I suspected Denise was getting into the show. The white of her eyes gleamed as she watched.

“Oh, Steve,” moaned Allison as she pushed my head down harder, taking her release with each stroke of my strong tongue. “Oh,” she squealed and she shivered. I smiled proudly as I lifted myself from the quivering pussy and wiped the gush of Allison’s juice from my face with my sleeve. I then stared into the shadows for an indulgent moment as Denise played her own pussy, furiously silent.

I stood and unbuckled my belt. Allison sat up and reached forward to help unfasten my trouser and yank the briefs down to the floor. My prick rose up straight and hard. Allison eagerly began to lick my stiff cock. Denise, almost directly behind Allison, stood as well and pulled her black skirt down. Unbuttoning her blouse, she took a few steps to one side, to get a better view of the plunge of my dick into Allison’s mouth. Denise licked her lips, smiling lasciviously at me, and lifted her naked breasts as if inviting me to suck them. I trembled. Denise sat down in a high back chair, spread her legs wide and tickled her clit as she showed me her cunt.

Watching Denise vamp lewdly while Allison sucked on me nearly drove me into fits of insanity and I soon felt myself ready to come in soul-wrenching spurts. Denise sensed my impending explosion and shook her head no.

“Fuck her,” she mouthed and began plunging two fingers as if in demonstration into her own dripping hole. I nodded with a wicked grin and lowered myself down behind Allison, gently easing her face down into the beige sofa cushion as I nestled my throbbing cock head against the swollen lips of her pussy. “Yeah!” mouthed Denise as she moved carefully around to get a better view.

I plunged down deep and inspired by the excitement of my audience, I rocked into Allison feverishly, fucking with all my strength. My hands rubbed her long creamy back and I squeezed her tight bottom. Allison worked a hand below to diddle her clit and I slapped her ass with a harsh rhythm, evoking deep, hearty moans.

“Come in her face,” mouthed Denise, rubbing her own clit and pointing to her cheek.

“No,” I mouthed back, refusing to be bullied any longer.

“Please,” mouthed Denise, fucking herself harder.

I nodded in surrender and pulled myself free from Allison’s quivering cunt. My girlfriend turned to see what I was up to and I pushed my prick toward her, unleashing a sudden stream of juice over her left cheek.

“Oh,” said Allison suddenly and wrapped her lips around my throbbing cock, sucking the rest of my orgasm down. “Mmmm,” she purred, pushing the thick glob of come off her cheek and into her mouth, “you’re sweet.”

I turned and sat on the floor, stars dancing before my eyes. I took a deep breath and sighed. Allison kissed me and nestled cozily in my arms.

“Incredible,” she said, admiringly. “But you know what? We’d better grab our clothes and get up to my room. Denise could walk in at any minute.”

I looked around. Denise was gone. I laughed.

“Yeah.” I slapped Allison’s bare ass as she picked up my shirt. “Wouldn’t that be a hoot?”

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The Romantic

The Romantic
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

“I love you!”

The girl’s squeal of adoration cut through the screaming applause of the audience. Richard smiled at the sound and took one more quick bow before starting down the cluttered backstage path. The mass of voices followed him in thundering echoes as he strode quickly past the lines of congratulating hands to reach the limo parked outside. Inside, Richard leaned back, breathing deeply. His manager handed him a drink.

“Fantastic,” said Stephen nodding rapidly. “Couldn’t go much better than that.” Richard downed the glass of bourbon.

“Thanks,” he said, wiping his mouth on his white satin sleeve. He picked up a pack of Camels and tore away the cellophane. “Beautiful audience. Not like Sacramento.” He smacked the package against his left palm and ripped at the silver folds. Richard’s hands trembled slightly as he worked his way inside. “It’s so much easier to sing with such pretty girls all around.” He flipped a cigarette out of the tight bundle and stuck it on his lip. Stephen thrust a flame beneath the tip. “Thanks,” mumbled Richard, taking a deep hit of the dry smoke.

“Preston wanted me to ask you to drop by the Stardust. He’s having a. . .”

“No,” said Richard.

“I told him you were beat, but he wanted . . . .”

“No,” said Richard again. “I’m going back to my room and get some sleep. My nerves are edgy.”

“I know, I know,” said his manager, trying to console. “Look, Angelica, one of the company’s promotion people told me that her niece is dying to meet you. I suggested, well, she might. . . .”

“Yeah,” said Richard, closing his eyes. “Send her around.”

Twenty minutes later, his hotel room door closed with a satisfying click, and Richard drooped slightly, finally freed. He walked over to the bed, sat down and took off his shoes. Picking up the phone, he punched the numbers his manager had written down.

“Stephen? Looks good. Is she coming? Great. Have them hold my calls. Yeah, I’ll let you know. Not before ten.” Richard sat the receiver back in its cradle and stepped over to the window.

The city stretched out in black glittering motion below. Even at midnight, the lights of transit poured red and yellow in lean streams. Richard sighed, imagining a room, so far away, where he could really rest; the chair, his chair, molded by evenings to his weary form; the

piano, scarred and perpetually drifting from tune; the smile of a woman who loved him for more than vocal intonations. Richard looked down, and sighed again. The pack of Camels appeared in his hand. He lit another cigarette and poured himself a glass of champagne. A knock came through the door.

“It’s Terri,” a young voice spoke. “Stephen sent me.”

Richard opened the chained door cautiously. A girl of nineteen, maybe twenty, stood in the hallway, smiling broadly, wringing her hands. In a decisive instant, Richard looked her over critically. She had pale brown hair, almost blonde, probably a touch of color to lighten it, curls added by heat in looping rings past her shoulders. Her eyes were green, probably colored contacts masking ordinary brown eyes. She had a smooth, creamy complexion, quite nice, well painted to increase her allure, but her lips were perhaps a touch too thin. Her frame was medium, not a small girl, but not big either. Richard smiled. Her breasts looked firm under the ruffles of her silky black blouse, not inflated but substantial. A slight tummy, delightfully feminine, could be seen where the blouse met her skirt. Lean legs encased in dark silk emerged from beneath the hem of black leather. Richard wished for a fleeting moment she would turn around, but at the same time reached up to unchain the door. Terri would do.

“Come in,” he said smoothly. “Come in.”

The girl seemed frozen as she suddenly faced her idol, but with a touch of his hand, she moved stiffly through his door. Her green eyes fixed firmly on him, a stare so hard that Richard felt compelled to turn away, walking ahead of her into the room.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said. “Can I get you a glass of champagne?”

“Wow,” the young woman muttered, looking around at the plush setting of the suite. “Sure,” she said. Richard poured her a glass and refilled his own. He handed her the crystal flute and touched his to hers with a gentle tink.

“Nice to meet you, Terri, did you say?”

“Terri,” she said, gulping down a swig of the sparkling wine. The alcohol seemed to calm her at once. “You were great.”

“You saw the show?” he asked, flattered.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything,” Terri began to bubble with enthusiasm, having touched a favorite subject. “I’ll be there tomorrow night, too. I saw your show in August, too. You are so great.”

Richard gestured for her to sit beside him on the bed. Terri sat

down with a flop, spilling a splash of champagne over her hand. “Oh,” she squealed. Richard took gently hold of her wrist and kissed the wine from her pale fingers. “Ooh,” said Terri, utterly delighted by the singer’s attentive gesture.

“I thought it went well,” he said quietly.

“You were fantastic. I wanted you to sing ‘Meadows’ so badly and when you did, I thought I was going to faint, I got so excited. And then you sang, ‘In Twilight,’ and that was incredible because I never heard you sing that one and I’ve always wanted to hear you, it was my favorite album for so many years, until ‘Songs of Love’ came out, and then I wanted . . . .”

“Terri,” Richard interrupted her babbling praise. “I’m flattered, but all day long people talk to me about my songs, and I’d really just like to talk about other things. I’m a person, too.”

“Oh,” said Terri, blushing and thoughtful. “I didn’t mean to act like a crazed fan or something.” She turned away, frowning. Richard glimpsed the swell of white bosom as her blouse sagged away.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, his eyes still fixed on the slow rise and fall of her tantalizing bit of chest.

“Yes,” she said shyly.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “We don’t have to talk about that, if you don’t want to. But I don’t get to know people anymore, not really, and well, I’m a romantic. I like to hear people talk about love.” Terri looked into his dark eyes, touched.

“I understand,” she said.

“Do you love him?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said strongly, “very much. Just madly.”

“Is he handsome?”

“Oh, yes. I mean, he’s just a guy, but I like the way he looks.” Terri stumbled over her words.

“He’s lucky,” said Richard, bravely. “I envy him.”

“Jack?” Terri laughed. “But he’s just a . . . I mean . . . You’ve got everything!”

“When I was a younger man, maybe Jack’s age, I had everything. I had a girl who loved me dearly, and the whole world before me. That was when my first album came out.”

“Dark Nights.”

“I envy him, because he has you. When I signed my contracts, they gave me a king’s ransom, but they never told me what it would cost.”

“Oh, Richard.” Terri’s young voice rippled with pathos.

 

“She married another man, and I’ve never seen her since.”

“That is so sad.”

“I envy the love you have for Jack. I would trade all of this, just to feel that love again.” Richard turned his face away, hiding the burst of emotion that threatened to erupt. Terri put her hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “But we all love you, you sing so beautifully, and well, I love you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Still,” said Terri, thoughtfully, “it’s something.” Richard turned at once and kissed the girl. She melted, overwhelmed by the touch of his lips, and as his arms wrapped around her, she gave herself away. Strong hands caressed her warm body as his kiss grew moist and feverish. Terri threw her arms around the singer made man.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, “I love you.”

They rolled over the bed, kissing madly. Pulling her blouse from the skirt, he found her breasts beneath. She yanked the silk over her head and unclasped her brassiere. He suckled her stiffened nipples, sending shivers down her spine. Terri felt the hard throb of his manhood pressed against her thigh.

“Fuck me, Richard,” she said, letting the words roll wickedly past her lips, savoring the thought as his hands roamed down to lift her leather skirt and squeeze her full behind. “I’ll love you, Richard. I’ll love you.” Terri licked her lips. “Fuck me, Richard.”

He knelt between her spread long legs and looked into the sultry gaze of her eyes. Terri shuddered in delight. Richard slipped his strong hands down the length of her lean thighs, indulged himself in a moment’s anticipation. Taking hold of her white lace panties and with a sudden jerk, he tore the fragile fabric from her waist.

“Oh my God,” moaned Terri. Richard lifted the shredded panties to his face, and smiled as he tossed them away. Leaning down, he thrust his face into Terri’s dripping snatch, pushing his maestro’s tongue between the scarlet lips, framed in dark curls, into the swampy pit of her young cunt. “Ooh,” she whimpered and as he lapped the hot froth, he wordlessly sang her favorite song. She grasped his hair and pulled him closer. He tickled her hard clit.

Leaping forward as the shudders overcame her, Richard impaled his burning cock into Terri’s hole, and thrusting with a wild mambo beat, he soaked her womb in his mad lust. He looked into her

subdued eyes as the ecstasy rippled through him, filling her love with adoration.

Spent, Richard collapsed beside her on the bed, breathing deeply. Terri leaned over to suck the scent from his receding prick. He teased her hair with gentle fingers, encouraging her devotions, falling into quiet lethargy. She moved up close beside him, and pressed her lips to his. Richard kissed her, sweetly.

“Do you really love me?” he asked.

“Yes, Richard,” Terri said. “I love you.”

“I mean really,” he said, his voice falling dim. “Really?”

“More than you will ever know.”

“I mean, if I come back, when the tour’s over in June, if I come back, you’d go away with me?”

“Richard!” said Terri sharply. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I’m not,” he said, sitting up. “I’ll come back in June.”

“Yes,” she said lovingly. “I’d do anything for you.”

“You’ll have to go,” he said. “I have to sleep, and with you here I won’t.” Terri giggled and blushed. Richard continued. “Tomorrow’s full of press and meetings and appearances, and then there’s the show to do and if I don’t sleep, it will kill me.”

“I understand,” said Terri, reaching for her blouse.

“Here’s some paper,” he said, taking a pad from the hotel table. “Write your name and address and number down for me. I’ll be in touch.”

Terri stepped over to the table and Richard watched contentedly as the naked girl scribbled, admiring the roundness of her creamy bottom over the dark furrow of her cunt, still dripping with their juices. She handed him the pad, smiling lasciviously and pulled her skirt down.

Richard kissed her again, deeply, and led her to the door.

“I love you,” she said, blowing him a kiss as the door closed.

“Goodbye, Terri,” he replied.

Walking over to his bag, Richard brought out a large scrapbook. Flipping through the pages, he came to a blank page, three quarters of the way through. Carefully, he taped Terri’s note onto the page.

“She was sweet,” he thought, turning the page back. Melissa. Janet. Francie. Elizabeth. “One of the best,” he said.

Richard replaced the scrapbook in his bag and picked up the phone, punching the numbers deftly.

“Stephen? Yeah. Fabulous. You have exquisite taste. Did

Mary call? I had a feeling. No, I’ll tell her. Listen, would you send Terri some flowers? Yeah, she was sweet. Have them say ‘dream of me, love Richard’. It’s the least I can do. No, she already has tickets. All right. Good night.”

Richard pressed down the button in the cradle, paused and then lifted his finger to arouse another dial tone. He punched a longer set of numbers familiarly.

“Mary? Did I wake you? Yeah. Good show, I think. I tried to sleep, but I kept thinking of you. I don’t know, just a feeling. We must be in tune or something. Stephen says I’ll be home on the third for the week, but we have to spend the sixth and seventh at some resort. I know. I’m sorry. Maybe you could . . . I know. You know I will. I’ve got to get some sleep, but tell me again. I love you, too. “

Richard hung up the phone and stopped to stare out the window. A plane roared overhead, tiny lights flashing, headed far away. He lit another cigarette, letting the heat fill his tired lungs. “So far away,” he muttered. Looking down, Richard’s heart sank in anticipation of another dark night, alone.

 

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Wanting

Wanting
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

Joe caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass door, the faint grey ghost of a figure reaching forward to grasp the brass handle. Joe grinned and felt a quick self-conscious laugh as the faded vision reminded him he didn’t look half bad. “I should get a haircut,” he murmured, pushing the curly mop of hair back from his forehead. “Next week,” Joe finished, shaking his head, contemplating his schedule. A tug erased the image and led him back inside the tall office building.

“Call Jenkins,” he thought as he absentmindedly navigated the large group of workers leaving the elevators. “I’ve got to tell them to stop work until the new specs arrive.” Joe pushed a button and stared vacantly into the polished brass, looking vacantly at himself while thinking of the Morris project. A bell rang and a door opened. A courier dashed out of the elevator, abruptly past Joe as he took a step forward.

“Excuse me,” said the courier mechanically, moving on quickly.

“Oh,” said Joe, slightly startled. “I’m sorry,” he called to the long gone youth. Joe shook his head. “I have to pay more attention,” he scolded. A young woman stepped into the elevator with him. Joe pushed his button, smiled weakly and tried to remember if Karl had already left town.

“Your floor,” the young woman said. Joe looked around, slightly confused. The elevator door stood wide open.

“Oh,” said Joe, stepping out into the grey carpeted hallway. He looked left and then right and saw Stacy sitting at the oversized walnut desk behind the glass doors. “Right,” said Joe, nodding.

Stepping into his office, Joe picked a folder up off his chair and sat down. “Please look these over,” he read off the small yellow tag stuck to the manila. Joe sighed and put the file down.

A narrow crystal vase lifted a single rose from the center of his desk’s blotter. Sunlight glittered through the faceted glass, a tickling of yellow within blue embracing the living green stem. Joe smiled with surprise and looked up and around, as though someone else should be witnessing the moment. The crimson petals of the bud seemed just a faint breath away from letting their kiss loose in a rich blossom. Joe touched the lush flower gently, marveling at its sudden appearance in the midst of so much unfinished work.

“I wonder,” he said, lifting the rose between two fingers. Joe noticed a small white card tied to the stem. Cautious of the sharp thorns that dripped evenly down the length, Joe turned the card and read the note inscribed. “I want you,” he said with a broad happy smile. Raising the bud up, Joe took a deep drink of the rich aromatic fragrance. “I want you,” he repeated.

Joe turned the card over, checking the blank side for some clue. “Perhaps Margie sent it,” he thought with a chuckle, trying to imagine some reason why his wife would go to the trouble of having a single flower with an enigmatic note attached delivered to his office. Joe supposed it was possible, but shook his head. It just didn’t sound like Margie. Joe smelled the flower and pondered.

“If it wasn’t Margie,” he said to himself, “then it would have to be someone else.” The idea tickled Joe and his heart beat a little faster, trying to imagine someone else wanting him.

“Probably Frank,” he said with a snort. “He wants me to get this report finished.” Joe put the rose back into the vase and pushed it toward the back of his desk so that he could open the file.

“Fourteen thousand barrels, delivered . . . ” Joe began to read, but he looked again at the deep crimson petals. “Somebody brought it in here while I was at lunch,” Joe said, standing, “and if it was delivered, Stacy would have seen them come in.”

The dark-haired woman hung up the phone and smiled to herself as Joe approached. Stacy scribbled an annotation on one of the short grey lines of an open planner, and Joe noticed, perhaps for the first time, the soft chocolate of her round cheek’s skin, the sparkle in Stacy’s dark eyes.

“Stacy,” Joe said. She looked up at him warmly. Joe wondered how he had failed to see the tight stretch of her blouse over her full, firm breasts when he came back from lunch. He felt a twinge of pleasure, watching the coy turn of her head as she responded. “Did I get any deliveries while I was at lunch?”

“I don’t know,” Stacy said. Joe wondered if the light in her expression meant anything. “Did you?” she asked, teasing.

“Yes,” Joe said, grinning knowingly. “I just wondered if you knew who delivered it.”

“I’ve only been on the phones since one,” said Stacy. “Regina was sitting here, but she’s at lunch now.” The pretty young woman’s smile seemed intentional. “We can check the log book.”

“Does she want me?” thought Joe, leaning over the desk to follow Stacy’s finger down the log. His gaze stopped as he noticed the subtle hint of a nipple under the ribbed yellow fabric stretched over her heavy breasts. He imagined her smile as she unzipped his trousers.

“I want you,” he imagined her saying, giggling slightly as she spoke. She could draw that sweet tongue along the throbbing of his prick. Joe shuddered.

“There was a courier here at twelve-twenty,” said Stacy. “That could have been anything.”

“All right,” said Joe. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” said Stacy. “Anytime.” Joe laughed, recognizing the constant flirtation in her voice as he walked back toward his office.

“Joe, could you come in here?”

“Sure, Stephanie,” said Joe, almost dancing as he turned back to step into the young executive’s office. Stephanie sat casually behind her desk, her dark brown hair lofted elegantly around her exceedingly pretty face.

“Did you hear the news?” she asked him gaily.

“No,” said Joe, happily. Stephanie rose and walked over to the door behind Joe. Her lean silk-clad legs shone with each step as her skirt teased his senses. Stephanie closed the door.

“Morgan’s offered us the deal,” she said, almost jumping in delight. Joe smiled at the news and the way her breasts bounced as she shivered. Stephanie put a hand on his shoulder. “They want me to handle the job!” she exclaimed.

“I want you,” he imagined her saying, eager and commanding.

“It means a great deal of work,” she said, turning back to her desk, and I may have to go up to Detroit, to get things started, but I can’t believe this. Can you?”

“No,” said Joe, pleased as he watched her bottom sway as Stephanie walked away and wondered if she meant to show him so much of her thigh as she leaned back against her desk. He wondered if she wore panties under the black wool skirt and if she would say “I want you” when he pushed his prick between her furry lips. “I don’t believe it,” he said.

“I need you to look over the Ferguson file before Wednesday’s meeting.” Stephanie smiled, flirtatiously. “Please,” she said. “No problem,” Joe said. “Congratulations.” Stephanie took a deep breath, pressing her chest forward. Joe opened the door and as he went back to his office, he wondered if she had winked.

Joe picked up the rose and smelled the luscious aroma. “Maybe I should get a haircut,” he said. “I don’t think I’m going to get any work done here.”

Stacy smiled at Joe, almost wantonly, as he walked past the reception desk and back to the elevators. “Such a sweet girl,” he thought as he waited for the “ding”. Joe stepped inside and pushed the lobby button.

“Hello,” he said to the young woman, grinning invitingly as he spoke.

“Hi,” she replied. Her cheeks dimpled slightly as she smiled.

“Too nice a day to work,” Joe said. The girl teased a lock of her strawberry tinted hair.

“Yes,” she said. Joe pursed his lips, wondering if she wanted him too. She would kiss with a melody of garlic and perfume. The elevator stopped. Joe gallantly allowed the woman to leave before him and then coveted the smooth sashay of her ass under her cream pants. Joe stepped into the sunshine, beaming with delight.

Joe went to get his haircut, wondering if Marie wanted him. He stopped by the florists, and ogled the woman’s matronly figure. Joe dropped into the grocery and let the cashier flirt as he paid for his wine.

Pulling into his driveway, Joe looked at himself in the rear view mirror. He teased the dark wave on the left gently and smiled at his reflection. Taking hold of his packages, Joe swung open the door and stepped out. He kicked the door closed with a foot and went to the door.

Joe rang the bell.

“Just a minute,” called out Margie. He watched through the window as she tossed a towel onto the table and pulled off her apron. Disappearing for a moment, she pulled open the door. “Joe,” she said, surprised.

“Hey Margie,” he said, offering her the roses in his hand.

“What is this?” she said, her smile gleaming.

“Tell me you want me,” Joe said, putting his arms around his wife.

“I want you,” she said and he kissed her. Her lips moved a breath away, grinning delightedly. “How did you know?”

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Holy Night

Holy Night
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

His hand drew a course along her hip, teasing the silk gown slightly higher and she turned to look into his eyes with a gleam that seemed to tell him that she had been waiting for his touch. His heart pounded a rush within his breast and another stroke dissipated down her thigh, asking her to step away into the shadows. She nodded gently without a thought and moved subtle beside him as they faded a stride away from the happy din. She turned her chin slightly, a provocative invitation he knew and accepted and his lips spoke delight with a touch, and held in the coaxing embrace of her arms, he unfolded his devotion with a feverish kiss.

A breathy pause of the rapture of the cold-but-warm night gave him the chance to give her a gesture to the door with his head. She took hold of his strong hand and let him lead her as they slipped away together into the dark starry lot, taking his car with a kiss and fondle as he fumbled his keys to release her locked door. Inside the house, beneath mistletoe, they kissed lightly, basking in the patience of anticipations slowed and he poured her a drink and one for himself and a silver disk spun out a holiday mood.

He kissed and she kissed and she lifted the silk dress impetuously brazen before sending the blue cloth flinging across their wood floor. He knelt before her to kiss her ripe tummy and the press of his lips seemed to sing songs of love and she felt her blood burn and her thoughts taking flight and he pulled at the satin scanties wrapped round her waist. She thought she should tease him and pull herself free, but his tongue touched her fire and she fell back on the dark leather chair just below. She spread her legs wide to beg his sweet lips to whisper in french to those she kept hidden and knowing her pleasure, his tongue taunted her hunger with tales of delight.

She felt her heart w elling and shuddered to feel the caress of his kiss and he drew up to tell her of his ferocious need with a bite of her neck and the prod of his staff into the damp of her netherly mouth. With a rhythm he took her and his hands played adorations in kneading her flesh and she traced the silent words of longing on his bared back, eagerly giving, unleashed and soft beatings of rippling madness and unspoken cries as they melded together on that holy night.

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Don’t Know

Don’t Know
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

“Honey, I left my phone at Liz’s last night. Please send her a text to tell her I’ll be over to pick it up.”

“What’s her number?”

“I don’t know. It’s on my phone.”

“That doesn’t help much.”

“Call my phone and maybe she’ll pick up.”

“Sure,” I said.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?”

“I don’t know. Surprise me.”

I called Stephanie’s phone but Liz didn’t answer. So I sent a text explaining the situation. All I could do was hope Liz would see it.

A few minutes later, Liz replied. “Sure, no problem, I’ll be home all day.”

“Excellent,” I replied. “Thanks for last night.”

Liz was a friend of Stephanie’s. I had known her for a few years, but only as a friend of my girlfriend. We had never really talked, partly because I found Liz very attractive and an attractive friend of a girlfriend is tricky territory. I wanted her to like me but I didn’t want to flirt, at least not in a way that would give Stephanie concern.

“Thanks for coming over. I like seeing you guys.”

“We had a great time.”

“You’re the first boyfriend of Stephanie’s that I’ve liked. I’m glad.”

Liz liked me. I couldn’t stop turning that thought over in my mind. I liked Liz. Reciprocation is cool.

A few hours passed. Someone sent me a text.

“You looked great last night. Made me crazy.”

When I say someone sent me a text, I mean Stephanie’s phone sent me a text. I assumed Liz sent it. In an excited rush, I responded.

“You always get me hot”

A few seconds after I pushed the send, I suddenly realized that Stephanie could have messaged me. I didn’t know when she was going over to Liz’s. Maybe she picked up the phone. Maybe she didn’t. My first thought was to ask. I started to type in the message – “Is that you Stephanie?” Then I realized that I couldn’t. She would have replied “Is someone else getting you hot?” That was a bad path. I deleted the text and thanked my lucky stars. That single stupid text could have spelled the end of everything.

I didn’t know who I was talking to. How could I find out without tipping my hand?

“That would explain the big bulge in your pants.”

“Thanks for noticing.”

“Couldn’t help but notice.”

“I could sure use a taste.”

“Anytime.”

“Yeah, anytime I don’t drink too much.”

“Did you drink too much last night?”

“One too many – I hate wasting hard cock.”

“Waste not, want not.” I was getting lame but still hoping I could get her to say something that would let me know who was sending the texts.

“I must be wasting because I sure am wanting.”

“Fortunately, dick’s a renewable resource.”

“LOL”

Shit, I thought, all I knew is that she was horny. I had my suspicions about Liz but I knew it could be true of Stephanie. She had definitely had one drink too many last night, had wasted a perfectly good hard cock.

“Sad, tho, you could have had all the dick you wanted last night.”

“Did I seem slutty?”

“Absolutely, in a good way.”

“I was aiming for slutty.”

“Your tits were mesmerizing us all.”

“You liked?”

“You ask, with that big bulge in my pants?”

“Stop that, you’re making me wet.”

“That’s a problem?”

“It is if you don’t do something about it.”

“Work is a harsh mistress.”

“Is your dick hard now?”

“My erection is raging.”

“I’m just going to have to help myself.”

“How’s that?”

“My plastic fantastic lover.”

“Oh yeah.” I closed the door to my office.

“Between my lips.”

“Teasing your lips.”

“I’m so wet right now.”

“I’m so hard.”

“You were hard last night and this is what I was thinking.”

“What was what you were thinking?”

“Sliding that thing into this thing.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“Put your thing in my thing.”

“You like that?”

“Slip sliding.”

“Down deep.”

“Deeper.”

“Faster.”

“There it is.”

“More, more, more.”

“I took it all.”

“So hot.”

The messages stopped. I stayed super charged for hours, trying to figure out if I was talking to Liz or Stephanie, and getting excited every time. My breath was shallow. My face was flush. I walked stiffly. I headed home.

I tried to base an analysis on the burst of messages and then enduring silence. Perhaps Steph had gone early and the whole conversation was her. Perhaps she had gone late and I was sexting Liz. Which would leave the whole conversation on Stephanie’s phone to discover later and I was in so much trouble. Or maybe Liz is smart enough to consider this possibility and deleted our exchange. Or part of it.

My weirdest idea was that Stephanie took over the phone in the middle of my exchange with Liz, that somehow she was unaware of what Liz had said and while I was talking dirty, maybe Steph thought we were talking about something entirely different, something non-sexual. Perhaps she was aware of what Liz had said and continued the conversation because she’s playful. Perhaps, and this pleased me for reasons, Liz and Steph had perpetrated this talk together, probably ending the story with a lesbian love fest.

I didn’t know what to think.

I opened the door and halloed hello.

“Hey, Honey,” I heard from the family room.

Stephanie wore the dress she had been wearing the night before, a slick piece of silk that draped intoxicatingly over her body.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“Wonderful,” I said, trying to cautiously read her mood in her eyes. I really couldn’t tell if she was mad or horny? The dress, however, was a good sign. “What’s for dinner?” I asked without thinking.

“Something hot,” she replied as she lifted her hem before she sat down in a chair. Her swollen wet cunt glistened as she spread her legs wide and leaned gently back. “Surprise.”

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Slip of the Tongue

Slip of the Tongue
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

“Follow me,” Kevin said in an excited whisper, waving me on as he started climbing the hillside.

“What?” I asked, close behind, grabbing the trunk of a small tree and pulling myself up the steep incline.

“You’ll see,” he said with a grin. I had known Kevin since high school and understood at once that we were up to mischief. I followed him through a thick nest of bushes before we climbed a large boulder. Kevin sat down on the edge of the rock and opened the leather binocular case hanging from his shoulder.

“Deer?” I asked.

“Kind of,” Kevin said, smiling broadly. “Take a look, just past those trees over there.”

I lifted the glasses to my eyes, aimed them past the conifers and focused. A small blonde woman was unbuttoning her blouse. My jaw fell open. I lowered the binoculars and looked again with my naked eye. “The showers?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Can you believe it?” Kevin asked. “I love this spot. Sit down. You can still see everything and there’s no way anyone will see us up here.”

I took a seat on the mossy boulder and raised the lenses. With a glimpse of Carol, a friend of Kevin’s wife, a lanky dark haired nude woman pushing her sandals under a wooden bench, I felt a shudder through my heart. I scanned the whole tent. “Are they all . . . ?” I started to ask.

“Yup. The whole gang needs a shower. Pete drenched them in that pea-green lake water when he tipped the boats. We’re going to have to buy him a beer.”

“Does he know about this ?” I found Sarah, Kevin’s wife, pushing down the bottom of her bathing suit. Her ass shone glistening white in the bright light of the afternoon sun. My blood caught fire and I struggled to breathe.

“Just you and me, buddy. But you have to let me have a turn.”

I reluctantly surrendered the spy glasses.

“Didn’t I tell you to buy a pair?” He chuckled as he aimed the binoculars over the short canvas wall. “I never go camping without mine. Not since I found this spot. Oooh, isn’t she sweet?”

“Who?” I asked, shading my eyes as I tried to distinguish the tiny figures below.

“The one with the tits,” Kevin said. “Look at those nips!”

“Angie?” I asked, trying to remember names I hadn’t really learned yet. I’d known Sarah since college, but I’d just met the rest recently.

“Angela,” said Kevin. “That’s right, Angela. Squeeze those titties. Momma.”

“Lemme,” I said, reaching for the binoculars.

“In a minute,” said Kevin, pulling away. “Let me watch her pull down her pants. Oh, yes. I guessed she shaved.” I squinted at the distant images, desperate to see. Kevin tapped my arm with the glasses. “Here,” he said. I tried to find Angela’s bare cunt but was distracted by Terri’s little brown muff.

“She was wearing a bikini at Jake’s bar-b-que last weekend and the wet fabric was clinging to her pussy lips. I suspected she was shaved clean. Besides, Sarah said Angela has a daddy complex, and women like that usually shave.”

“Sure,” I said, following Sarah into the shower. I had known my friend’s wife for six years, but I had never seen her naked. Well, there were a few drunken nights when I’d imagined her that way, but Sarah looked better than I’d ever dreamed. She faced our direction as she turned on the shower. Watching her squeal as the chill water struck made my dick throb. “Wow.”

“Tell me,” said Kevin. “What’s cooking?”

“Oh, Terri’s bending over. What a hot little pussy.”

“Pete says she fucks him like crazy. All kinds of kinky stuff.”

“Yeah?” I asked, getting horny as hell as I watched Sarah soap her breasts.

“Lots of hot games. She likes to be spanked. You know, stuff like that.”

“Trip,” I said. Sarah arched her back and rinsed her hair. I nearly lost it as she tensed her round ass tight.

“One time, when we were out drinking, Pete asked me if I’d come over and help out, you know, like a threesome.”

“Did you?” I asked. I stole a quick peek at Angela’s pink lips but then went back to staring at Kevin’s naked wife. Sarah looked so fine I couldn’t care about the rest of the ladies.

“Nah,” said Kevin, taking the binoculars from my hand. “Sarah would never go for it, and there’s no way I could keep fucking her best friend a secret. Ah, show me your pussy, Angela. That’s a good girl. If I were still single, I’d have gone for it.”

“I guess so. Maybe I could lend them a hand.” I laughed.

“Seriously, talk to Pete. Terri’s hotter than hell and if they considered me, they’d do you. Man, I love Angela’s titties. This is her first time up here.”

“How long you been watching them shower?” I asked.

“Since last summer. I went hiking and was lost for a while. I came down that way and sat here to rest. I caught Carol playing with herself in the shower and now I sneak up here every chance I get. Come on, Terri. I’ll spank your bottom.”

“No shit? Last summer?”

“The trip before the last time you came with us. I wanted to show you then, but you had that foxy babe and you wouldn’t come with me.”

“Chris?”

“Little tits, black pussy hair, bitty ass and long fucking legs.”

“Fucker!”

“Sorry, buddy. I don’t pick who takes a shower. I would have closed my eyes, you know, respect, but she was just too hot.”

I laughed and wrenched the binoculars away. “You owe me,” I said. “Where’s Sarah?”

“Beats me. I’ve seen her naked. I don’t have to climb rocks for that.”

“She’s great,” I said. “I love Sarah’s ass.”

“Gimme those,” said Kevin. “Lemme find Carol.”

“Over in the corner.”

“Hah! There you are, you little bitch! Eat me, you wench. I hate that bitch. She never stops giving me crap. But she never takes a shower without playing with herself. She just needs a piece of Kev. I’d fuck that nasty look off your face, you bitch!” Kevin yelled a bit louder than I would have thought safe. He laughed and handed me the glasses.

I stared at Sarah for a while while she soaped her legs, catching quick glimpses of her pussy lips.

“Have you ever caught, you know, two of them?”

“Girl games?” Kevin prompted with a chuckle. “Nah, I think they do that in the tent. But you know the blonde, Cindy?”

“Yeah?” I said, scanning the shower, looking for her. “Is she down there?”

“I think so. Over by the bench.”

“Yeah.” I said, finding my prey. “She’s gorgeous.”

“Tell me about it. We once picked up this chick in college who looked just like her.”

I let Cindy linger in the magnification. Her damp golden hair fell around strong shoulders. Her nipples stood tight as cherries atop her big breasts. Full hips framed her nearly naked pussy. She turned and I realized she looked like a girl I had known all too well. Susan Jones. Susie. My girlfriend for half of my junior year at college.

Susie and I broke up because I wouldn’t lick her pussy. I was young and stupid and one night she pushed her cunt in my face and I balked. Susie wouldn’t talk to me for weeks. The thing was, I really liked her and so I hounded her until I finally convinced her to give me another chance. Susie came over and I devoured her little blonde pussy, my first. I was hooked; I’ve been a devoted cunnilinguist ever since. But I only tasted Susie’s cunt once. We went to a party the next Saturday night and just after we got there, Susie turned pale and ran out. I never heard from her again. Every time she saw me, she ran. I have always regretted letting her get away.

I swallowed and turned the binoculars back toward Sarah, watching as she talked to Carol. Terri dried herself just beyond them, rubbing her ass hard. It was all too hot.

“It was my birthday,” Kevin said. “Sarah and I had been dating a few months and we got pretty drunk. We were downtown, in Westport, and Sarah runs into this blonde who looked just like Cindy. They start jabbing and next thing I know, we’re going back to her place for a little smoke or something. I was holding my breath, hoping one thing would lead to another.”

“Did it?”

“We weren’t there ten minutes before this chick starts playing with Sarah’s tits. Buddy, my dick was so fucking hard. Skirts are going up and panties coming down and pretty soon I’m stroking my cock, watching this bitch go down on Sarah. The blonde’s ass was in the air, and I can’t believe how wet her pussy gets and she’s got her tongue all over Sarah’s pussy. I was ready to shoot my load, just sitting there.”

“No way,” I said, watching Sarah’s tits bounce as she explained something to Carol.

“So I don’t know what to do, so I put my dick in Sarah’s mouth. I wanted to boff the blonde, but you know, I wasn’t sure that would be cool, so I let Sarah suck on me. Then she starts to scream like there was no tomorrow. I’ve never seen her so hot. I mean, she always comes when I fuck her, but not like that. Fucking wild. I just stepped back and watched her thrash, pulling this chick by the hair hard into her wet cunt. It was so cool.”

“I’ll bet,” I said, short of breath, staring at Sarah as she pulled on a pair of pretty white panties.

“Then the chick shoves her cunt into Sarah’s mouth and Sarah starts licking her. I couldn’t believe Sarah would do that, but she had the blonde moaning so loud that I just managed to ram my dick into Sarah from behind before the cannon fired. There’s nothing like watching chicks to get me off.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Sarah made me promise never to tell anyone. You know how it is. But you’re my best buddy, so I’m trusting you to keep this a secret.”

“What about the blonde?”

“You know, I saw her on campus a few times after that, but she always turned pale and ran away. I guess it was too much for them. Sarah was always trying to get me to lick her pussy after that, but I can’t. You know? Pussy is for fucking. A man can’t be sticking his nose in there.”

“Mmm,” I said. “Nice tits.”

“Yeah, give me another look. Is Angela still naked?”

“I think so. Over by the towels.”

“Yeah, hot little cunt. I could use a piece of that. Maybe you could distract Sarah while I . . . . ” Kevin laughed. “In my dreams. Oh, well. Show’s over.”

“Wow. Thanks, Kevin.” I said, standing up and shaking the dreams from my head.

“My pleasure, buddy” said Kevin, putting away the glasses. “Wake up early tomorrow and we’ll catch the next show. Six, not a minute later. Terri is always up by then. You’ll have to see her morning routine to believe it. I’ve been dying to share this secret with you. I’m so glad you could make the trip with us.”

“Yeah,” I said. “You know I like you and I’ll lick Sarah. Like. Like Sarah. I mean, I really like you guys. Let’s go down and start the fire for dinner.”

I slid down the boulder and Kevin came behind me with a crash. I helped my friend up and dusted him off.

“You all right?” I asked. Kevin looked a little pale.

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