Love Glove
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My underutilized pussy twists into knots. Which kicks my libido out of neutral into high gear. Heat blasts through my body like I’m standing at the edge of a volcano. Ready to ignite, I’m surprised there’s not smoke rising from my overheated skin. Nerves blanketed in a slow moving lava, every cell in my body cries out for Dex.
Not because I'm curious or feel left out. I need sex right this minute, with this man because he makes my so friggin horny. I can’t see straight.
He’s still not aware of the affect he has on me. “You know I'm a good guy. I've already got your mother's approval. What do you say Lucy? Done with cheap takeout?”
Hypnotized by my name rolling off his tongue, I step closer.
“I never even got a sample," I admit.
He licks his lips, here it comes.
Expecting him to ravage me in the middle of the hallway. I purse my lips and close my eyes.
Exasperated, his breath is bated. “From now on, we're eating in." Belt yanked tight, I’m invited inside.
I kick the door shut on the way by. It’s happenin Capt’n!
10
Breathing accelerated, his hard body molds against mine. Hands intertwined in my hair, his thick lips devour me. Agonizingly slow, he parts my lips. The tentative stroke of his tongue licking and sucking, I taste sweat. The heat of his breath when his tongue plunges deeper. If he let go of me now, I’d drizzle into a puddle on the floor. “Dex, you’re such a good kisser.”
“Like that?” he asks. "That's how I'm going to eat your pussy. Any objections?"
I'm so horny. I can't remember my name. "I can't think of one."
His hand slides between my clenched thighs. Bikini bottoms pushed rudely to the side. His calloused finger finds my good spot. Rhythmic strokes, over and over until I’m moaning like a back-up singer in search of a band.
“Fuck, you’re sexy when you come.” His lips silence my moan.
He tugs on the raincoat and asks. “Why the fuck are we still wearing this then?”
Impatient, he’s tugs it over my head. I laugh and beg him to be careful. He lays the raincoat over a chair, even folds my cover-up. I wish I wouldn’t have seen that.
I look down at myself in last year’s bikini and try my best to cover the problem areas. No ifs, ands or butts. The diet starts tomorrow.
"Nah Lucy. Don't start that shy shit now.”
Whisper soft, his fingertips trace my arms, across each collarbone. "Of course, your skin is as soft as I imagined. Do you know how many times I had to hear how much of a catch you are? Your mother's relentless.”
"Oh yeah. Try living with her.”
“Stay the night Lucy?” The whispered request excites me to no end.
Dex isn’t into quickies. Neither is Lucy.
My body says yes before my lips do. Pressing against him, I confess. “I never want to leave.”
He smiles like he just got a bag of candy. “Good. Gives me time to lick that sweet pussy clean. I’m all about keeping my workspace neat.”
Dex pumps a hand over his jeans like he's packing a shotgun and walks into the hall.
I follow into his bedroom like a kitten looking for cream. Hands cupping my ass, he shuts the door. "What we're gonna do now is what we're gonna do always, you got that?"
I look around the room, but there aren’t any whips and chains. “Okay.”
He tugs at the buttons of his 501’s, and his enormous cock pops out like a punchline. Must be the virgin coming out in me cause a childish riddle pops in my head.
What's long, dives deep, and is full of seamen?
Why that would be a mother fucking submarine.
"Watch this now." Up close it’s hard not to admire his cock. Already thick, it lengthens with each squeeze and release. His simmering eyes meet mine. "This is how I like to be touched, Lucy.”
The instruction in itself is erotic, but the hitch in his voice caused by his own hand really turns me on.
I stare up into his beautiful face, etched in concentration and think there’s a man that knows what he likes and will take the time to show you how it’s done.
Cut twice, measure once.
In my head I’m cataloging the tempo of every stroke. How tight he holds his fist. There’s no reason to feel awkward, I know exactly what he wants. My confidence builds to the point that I reach out and grip it. “My turn.”
“It’s all yours.”
Watching as I jack him off, his dick jerks like a live wire in my hand and the whole time he’s egging me on. Whispering shit that makes me want to drop to my knees and swallow the whale whole.
But that’s not what he wants.
I try to do it just like him, but he’s had way more practice than me. My stroke is more of a stutter. There’s no way I’m squeezing as hard as he did. What if I break it. Can you break it?
Who knows, this is the first dick I’ve held in my hands.
Ready to drop it, his reassuring hand covers mine. “Lucy, you’re thinking too hard.”
Patient, he grips my fist and moves my hand. Back and forth, until I’m making him moan on my own. “Just like that Lucy. Aww, that’s so good baby. But I don’t want to come too fast.”
He takes my hand and walks over to the bed.
“My turn. Bring that little hot pocket over here."
Stripped, I climb onto the bed. He fixes a pillow behind my head. When he’s sure I’m comfortable, he spreads my legs fucking wide. The rough feel of his tongue dragging across my chest. Down my belly.
Running a finger up the tender slit, I feel his finger pressing against my little pussy hole.
He holds up the evidence of my pleasure. “Seeing as it’s your first time. Just a finger to start with. We’ll work up to my cock.”
I cover my face. “Ugh, she told you that too?"
"That was the best part. Don't tense up on me now. That's right, slow. His finger moves inside me, delving into unchartered territory. Laying claim to my pussy until his fingers are coated and slip easily in and out.
“Do you feel that? Your pussy's so wet."
Moaning, legs shaking. I beg. “Kiss it.”
A hot mouth on my pussy. The pressure of his lips. The first touch of a wet tongue on my clit. Moaning as he licks faster until I’m practically in a frenzy begging Dex to take my virginity.
In one fluid motion, he's on top. His precum is scorching against my naked thigh.
Nuzzling my ear, he says dirty filthy things that travel from my ear, straight down to my pussy.
"First cock in, last one out, Lucy. I want to hear you say it."
Up on his elbows, the possessive look in his eyes says he doesn't like to share.
"Yes. Just your cock. No one else's." I'll agree to anything, just as long as he keeps looking at me like that.
“Open for me, baby.” The tip of his cock teases across my entrance.
Everything swollen and pulsing, I'm so pillowy wet inside. There’s barely a twinge of pain when he slides in for the first time. His whole back ripples and he breathes out my name. “Luce.”
After a tentative thrust he stops. "Felt that. You okay, Luce?”
Holding me tight, he showers my face with kisses.
Pressing my lips to his, I taste the salt of his exertion, adrenaline. “I fucking love when you call me that. Now show me what all the fuss is about, Dex."
Each thrust is slow but deeper than the next. God, your pussy's tight, Lucy. I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you. Wanna get on top?”
“No, I like this just fine. Fuck me Dex.”
Riding the crest, it’s a little bumpy at first. But once I found my rhythm, I’m cycling like a champion. Speeding towards the bend, instead of taking the turn of safety. I open myself up and let Dex in.
They say you’re more likely to get into a car accident than find love. I don’t know all about that, but I found my forever dick and I didn’t have to leave my house to do it.
Lying in his arms, we share a huge coffee and watch the sun come
up.
Reluctantly, I shrug into my cover-up. “I need to check on my mom. You wouldn’t feel like heading out to the beach with me later, would you?”
"It's a date," he says and kisses my nose. "And don't be too hard on your mom. The only reason she talks so much is cause I’m a good listener. Oh, and Luce?"
"What?" I turn back in time to see him wave his dick at me. He says. “Thank You.”
"Oh my God, she told you about the muppet dick?"
He throws back his head and laughs. "It was my second favorite part. I told you. Hazel likes me."
11
Taking the stairs two at a time, I’ve got a bone to pick with Ms. Taking it to the Pearly Gates.
It seems there was a lot more talking than working. Telling all my secrets to anyone who will listen. Virgin, muppet dick.
Probably told Dex I’m stubborn, too.
Thank my Lucky Charms and Stars, he was listening.
But that’s still no excuse for her behavior. I still got that damn bone and I’m picking it clean. The front door slams against the wall. "Hey, Fort Knox. Get out here, please."
Mom rushes out of the bathroom tucking stray grays inside the shower cap. "Good grief, Lucy. What is it? Make it quick. Today’s my shopping day. Shut the door, will you? Letting the flies out."
Impatient, she searches my face. She’s got the same worried look in her eye that Dex had when I told him about the Tasty fiasco. “For crying out loud, What happened?”
I had this speech all planned about respecting boundaries, but instead. I put the old bird out of her misery. “Oh nothing really. Just found out what all the fuss was about, is all.”
“No!” She clasps her hands in prayer.
I grab them in mine. “Yes.”
“Oh Lucy finally! You don’t know how worried I was about you.”
Her cheers stop just as quick as they started. “It was with Dex right? Not that creepy profile you texted me? You know he left nasty comments on all your pictures, it wasn’t very nice.”
No password is too strong for my mom. “It’s okay. I got rid of the app on my phone. Looks like I need to wipe my computer too.” I pull her close and hug her with everything in me before I swat her little ass. “Your maintenance plan worked.”
“Plan? Whatever do you mean? Come on, I’ve got a plate in the oven for you.”
For the first time in history, my mom walks away from a conversation. Scurrying towards the safety of the kitchen.
“You’re not even going to try to deny it?” Unbelievable.
“It all worked out in the end. Why should I?” She shrugs and hands me a plate loaded down with French toast and potatoes. “Eat. You need your strength.”
Ravenous, I take the seat. Before I dig in, I raise my fork. “Seriously, the Love Glove? Thought you were trying to keep me a virgin forever. You should have just told me you were keeping me fresh for Mama’s favorite handy-man, Dex. Sly old fox.”
Laughing, I dig in. Around a mouthful of food, I add. “You’ll be happy to know he used your name to vouch for himself.”
Stirring her tea, she takes a dainty sip. “Of course I vouch for him. Have since the beginning. I’m just looking out for your best interests, Lucy. Same as protecting you from random glitter, it’s my duty as a mother to find nice men for you.
“That's not the meaning of glitter, Ma." But I’m distracted by something she said.
“Lucy, I'm not senile, just old. You don’t got to tell me what glitter means. I've lived through air raids, quarantines, two wars, and there's one thing I know. Love may make the world go round, but sex is the only thing to keep it turning. Did you at least have a nice time with Mr. Wexler’s son?” Her cheeky smile about blinds me.
Then it all comes into focus.
"Wait. Dex is Mr. Wexler’s son you’ve been trying to set me up with?”
“I’ve been telling you since the beginning. Dexter’s filling in for his elderly father who is much too high a risk to be entering strange apartments. He’s old you know?”
“I see.” I smirk.
“As methodical as Dex is, he's covering all the bases. I've been telling you since the beginning. But, did you listen to your mother? No-ooo.”
“I’m listening now and stop looking at me like that."
“Like what?"
“Like I'm pregnant with baby Wexler already.”
Eyes sparkling, she reminds me. "Practice does make perfect. Are you going to see him again?"
"I've got a real date with him later. Dex said you told him I like the beach.”
She nods, probably categorizing all my likes and dislike so Mr. Dexter Wexler doesn’t fuck it up.
“And Ma.”
Distracted she asks. “I like him. I really do. I’m begging you, please no more gossiping about me to anyone. Pinky swear?”
She hugs my pinkie with her own. “Good. I can stop breaking things now too.”
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