S is for SEX
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“I heard you the first time, where are my clothes?” I asked.
“I don’t know, I think they changed them in the ambulance,” she snarled.
Damn, bitch. Chill. It isn’t my fault I fell down. Obviously I’m sick. Something I ate, I’m sure...
“Ambulance?”
“Yes, an ambulance. That little Frankie girl and I tried to get you up, but you were covered in puke and it was gross. You were like a wet noodle. She called an ambulance,” she said as she shook her head.
“So what now? And I can’t see a fucking thing. I think I knocked myself half blind,” I responded, blinking my eyes.
“No, they said they took your contacts out. I don’t know where they are,” Heather responded as she looked around the room.
“My purse, where’s my purse? And my car?”
“I have your purse. And your car is at the bar,” she answered as she sat back down beside the bed.
“Back pack?” I asked, turning around squinting.
“I have no idea. In your car?”
“Yeah probably. I suppose so,” I responded, blinking.
“Get my glasses out of my purse,” I said as I rubbed my eyes.
“Here,” Heather said as she slipped my glasses onto my face.
Fuck, I can see. Thank God. Jesus Christmas. I feel like an ass sandwich.
I glanced around the room and tried to figure out what it was that I needed to do. I felt weak and about half retarded. I pulled back the covers on the bed and looked at what I was wearing – a standard issue hospital gown. Great, no panties.
Oh, fuck. Butt Pirate needs crackers.
“Heather, help me up, we gotta get out of here. The Pirate hasn’t had anything to eat in a while,” I said as I tried to sit up in bed.
“What? You can’t leave,” she snapped back.
“Can’t? Seriously?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Christy, they just left, like ten minutes ago. They were going to check you for a concussion. You really need to stay and wait to see what they say,” she begged.
“I’m leaving. I need to feed the Butt Pirate some crackers and a drink of water. I don’t remember for sure when I was there last, and I’m not really sure if I fed him the last time we were there. I may have just had Greg suck his cock, and not fed him, I really don’t remember,” I explained.
“What day is it?” I asked.
“Saturday,” Heather responded.
“It is not,” I cried, trying to remember what happened through the week.
“What?” Heater questioned.
“I have to work. What time is it?” I asked, sitting up in the bed.
“It’s three o’clock,” she answered.
“Fuck, I think I have to work at five. Shit. Help me up, Jesus,” I wailed.
I kicked my legs off the bed, and tried to stand. Heather stood beside me and helped get me stable on my legs. I pressed my weight against her shoulder and wrapped my arm around her neck.
“Let’s walk out of here. If anyone asks, just tell them you’re taking me for a walk. They can’t arrest us - fuck ‘em,” I said as I reached around to the back of my gown with my left hand.
Oh, perfect, my ass and pussy are hanging out.
“What’s wrong,” Heather asked, looking down at my hand.
“The back of this raggedy assed gown is open, and my ass and twat are hanging out,” I said.
Heather grabbed our purses, and we started stumbling toward the door. As we walked, I felt better about my ability to walk unassisted. Half way down the hall, I let go of her shoulder and started walking on my own. Once we were waiting on the elevator I was back to my almost normal self - normal and barefoot.
“Let’s stand on each side of the elevator, so if we get caught, I can say I’m just wandering around. You don’t have to say shit,” I said as I stepped to the other side of the elevator.
Heather nodded.
“So who cleaned the puke off of me? Whoever it was did a great job, I don’t feel any chunks or smell a thing,” I laughed as we waited for the elevator.
“I have no idea, it wasn’t me, I just followed the ambulance. We have to get on the elevator and go to four - it’s where the parking garage is,” she whispered.
“Well, I feel great. I need a little food and a shot of something. I have a headache,” I said as I rubbed the back of my head.
“You do not need anything to drink. It’s not even evening time, and you have gone to the bar, got drunk, told stories about a guy face-fucking his roommate, money shots, the Butt Pirate, cum covered shorts, and then stood up, spun in a weird little circle, puked all over the place, slipped in it, and fell down. Now you’re sneaking out of the hospital half naked. You do not need a drink,” she whispered.
“You need to take a breath. Jesus, Heather. And what’s with the whispering?” I whispered back.
“We’re in a hospital - and you’re sneaking out. That’s why,” she responded in a whisper.
We got off the elevator and started down the hallway. Most people would probably be embarrassed or humbled by walking down a hospital corridor half naked and barefoot. I wasn’t one of those people. I laughed to myself as we made it down the hallway toward the parking garage. A guy with long blonde hair and a skateboard stepped out from one of the rooms in front of us and turned the corner. As he walked, he studied his skateboard.
“Let’s stay behind him, so we don’t get questioned,” I laughed.
Heather nodded.
As we tried to maintain a safe distance between the skateboarder and ourselves, a loud ding alarmed us that one of the doorways ahead of us was, in fact, an elevator. We turned and looked at each other, trying to decide which direction to go.
“Well, fuck it depends on which direction they’re going to go,” I said, holding my hands in the air.
“Shhh. Come on,” Heather said, hurrying to get past the elevator door.
As we passed the door began to open. A nurse pushed a wheelchair out with a man in it. The man was babbling and talking frantically. The voice made me stop so quick my bare feet screeched on the tile floor. I turned slightly to take a look.
“…fed me water and crackers. That’s all I’ve eaten for a week. Oh, and electrocutions, he came back every day and electrocuted me and stuffed crackers in my mouth…” his voice trailed off as the nurse pushed him away from us.
He? He came back…
“Holy fuck,” I said, staring at Heather.
“No way,” she responded, appearing horrified.
“Way,” I stuttered.
“The Butt Pirate?” she asked with a very surprised look on her face.
“Yeah, the Butt Pirate. Did you hear him? He said ‘he came back every day’, didn’t he?” I asked, hoping for confirmation.
Heather nodded.
“What do you think…I mean how do you think…what happened?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Fuck. I have the keys to his house, his phone, and his wallet. The battery is dead on his phone, but I have it,” I stood and stared as the nurse pushed him around the curved corridor and out of sight.
“Well, I guess you don’t have to feed him, huh?” Heather laughed.
“Guess not, but I was nowhere near done torturing him. That motherfucker,” I growled.
“What?” Heather asked.
“Oh, nothing,” I responded.
We looked at each other for a long second and each shook our heads. As we approached the exit, the skateboard boy stood by the door spinning the wheels on his skateboard.
“Shit, is there another exit?” I whispered.
“No,” Heather whispered back.
The skateboarder turned and gazed at us, smiling. He was dressed in long baggy jeans, a tee shirt, and flip-flops. As we approached, he quickly focuses back on the wheels of his skateboard and began to spin them with his fingers. We turned and gazed at each other and proceeded slowly. As we got closer to the door, he stopped playing with the wheels and opened the door.
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“Let me get this door for you ladies,” he said as he tucked the skateboard under his right arm.
“Thank you,” Heather said as we walked through the door.
“No problem, ladies. So, how are you two doing this fine day? Uhhmm, uh…you in the gown, you…uhhmm, you’re hanging out in the back,” he said as we passed through the door.
“Well aware,” I said, turning to my right to look at him.
“Charles. Well, Charlie. Call me Chuck. Everyone calls me Chuck, it’s easy. Chuck. It rolls off the tongue nicely,” he said as he put his skateboard down and started riding it beside us.
His face was cute and boyish, and his hair was a little longer than shoulder length. He had long sideburns and a very pronounced chin. His eyes appeared like they were very distant - very distant.
“You alright, Chuck?” I asked as we walked through the parking garage.
“Yeah, I took a hit of X a little bit ago. It started kicking in in the hallway. I feel fabulous,” he said as he propelled his board across the garage beside us.
“I think he’s high,” Heather whispered.
“He said he took a hit of Ecstasy,” I whispered back.
“Figures. What else was he saying, I wasn’t even paying attention,” Heather asked as she scrunched her face up and reached into her purse.
“He just kept saying his name, that’s why I asked if he was okay,” I responded in a whisper.
“Holy fuck, Chuck,” I squealed.
“Dude, what happened?” Chuck responded.
“Your name’s Chuck?” I asked.
“No, Christy. No!” Heather screamed as she pulled her car keys out of her purse.
“I know,” Chuck admitted, riding his board beside me.
I stopped, turned, and looked at Heather. She shook her head. I turned to Chuck as he propelled his skateboard well ahead of us. I turned back toward Heather and raised my eyebrows.
“No,” she screeched.
“Hey Chuck, I have a question,” I shouted.
Chuck stopped and looked back in my direction.
“I have answers,” he responded.
“Chuck, this might sound crazy, but…”
“Christy, no!” barked Heather, her hands on her hips and car keys dangling from her finger.
I held the back of my gown as I walked ahead toward Chuck, who was now slowing to a fairly stationary pace.
“Stop Chuck,” I demanded.
“Stopping…” he responded.
“Chuck, this may sound weird…really weird. But I have a bet – a sexual bet. I’m fucking my way through the alphabet, letter by letter. I need a “C”. Your name starts with a “C”. Would you fuck me?” I asked.
“I would be honored,” he said as he took a bow.
“Chuck, I need to make this quick, I have to get to work. We need to do this like now,” I said.
“Oh, you want to have sex now? In this here garage?” he said as he waved his arms aimlessly in a circle.
“Yes, over at her car,” I said, pointing to Heather’s yellow Bug.
“You’re barefoot,” he said as he moved his hair behind his ears.
“You’re right, I am. And I’m dead serious,” I responded.
He started rubbing his face with his hands, then looking at his palms. He repeated this process and didn’t speak.
“Chuck!” I shouted.
“Yes!” he responded, dropping his hands.
“Can you do this?”
“What about her?” he asked, pointing at Heather - who was now unlocking the Volkswagon.
“She’ll stand watch,” I responded.
“Stand and watch?” he asked.
“No stand watch. Make sure no one’s coming,” I replied.
“Fuck yeah, let’s do it,” he said as she started rubbing his face again.
I started walking toward the car and could see that Heather was already inside. As I got closer, I could see that she was shaking her head from side-to-side. I opened the passenger door and leaned in.
“No. Come on, let’s go,” she demanded.
“It’ll just take a minute. Just watch and make sure that no one is coming,” I responded.
“No, this is absolutely stupid,” she argued as she started the car, and continued, “you’re barefoot, Chris - get in.”
I turned and looked at Chuck. He stood two feet from me, one foot on his skateboard. He was a good eight or ten inches taller than I was. There was no way we could fit inside the front of the Bug. I leaned back inside the passenger door.
“Just watch for people,” I said to Heather.
I turned to face Chuck, “Gimme a second, Chuck. Just unzip your pants and get your cock out, we’ll make this quick.”
I turned back to face the car, and leaned into the seat. I bent over into the car and put my finger in mouth. I circled my tongue around it, and sucked the tip. Oh shit, here we go. I pulled my finger from my mouth and slid it between my legs. With the tip of my finger, I rubbed my clit. My legs quivered.
One.
I slid my index and middle finger inside. In…out…In…Out. In and out. In and out. In and out. Pressing them inside as deep as I could, I pushed my palm against my clit.
Two.
I pinched my clit between my fingers, and rubbed …
Eyeroll.
Three. Thank God everything still works…
“Christy!” Heather screamed.
“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up, Heather. You already fucked me up once today. Shut up!” I screamed back.
I turned and looked at Chuck. He stood behind me, staring at the ceiling and smiling. His cock was in his hand, and he was stroking it. Part of his cock was hidden by his jeans, and he had a handful of it, jacking it. The portion that extended beyond his hand was almost the size of Adam’s cock.
Holy fucking shit. I don’t know about this.
With my left hand on the seat, bent over and leaning into the car, I slid my fingers back inside my wet pussy and began finger fucking myself hard as I watched Chuck stroke his huge cock over my right shoulder.
Jesus.
“Come here Chuck,” I said over my shoulder.
“Slowly. Slide a little bit of that cock inside me slowly, okay?” I said as I flipped my gown up over my waist.
I looked back under my legs, and could see Chuck from the waist down as he walked up to me. Pushing his skateboard with one foot as he walked, he stroked his cock. My head started feeling woozy from being upside down, but my options were limited.
“I’m so serious, Chris,” Heather complained, her hand on the gear shift, the car still running.
“Five minutes, Heather,” my scream echoed inside the car.
I watched as Chuck got behind me, cock in hand, and stepped on his skateboard with one foot while planting the other firm on the concrete. The head of his cock penetrated my pussy lips.
Four.
“Half of it, Chuck. Give me half of it, okay?”
He slowly slid deep inside me. I watched in upside down amazement as half of his horse sized cock slid out and back in with ease. He rested his hands on my lower back.
Five.
Holy fucking fuck his cock is so smooth. This feels like cock heaven.
In slowly, out….in slow….out…in, I watched his cock disappear inside of my wet pussy.
Six.
Fuck this guy’s good, and he doesn’t even talk. This is perfect.
I reached back and rubbed my clit as he continued to fuck me slowly with his velvet horse cock. The vibration of the car running was like an added vibrator.
Seven.
I looked down between my legs. One foot balanced on his skateboard, and one on the concrete, he rocked back and forth slowly.
“Chuck, move your hands, you’re killing my back,” I said between my legs.
His hands moved from my back to the top of the car.
“Oh yeah, fuck me Chuck. Go ahead and give me that cock, give it to me slow…” I asked in st
andard upside down fashion.
“Tell your friend to show me her big titties,” he said slowly, as he stopped fucking me. He stood motionless. I pushed my ass back, and he pulled his cock out.
“What the fuck?” I screamed as I peered over my right shoulder
Leaning forward, his hands resting on the top of the car, he peered at Heather through the windshield.
“Tell her to show me her big titties, and I’ll go again,” he said.
“Heather, show Chuck your tits,” I demanded as I looked back into the car.
“No, he’s creeping me out,” she responded.
“Heather, Jesus! You’ll never see him again; show him your tits…” I screamed.
She pulled her top down and revealed two very nice boobs.
“Tell her to squeeze ‘em and play with her nipples,” Chuck said as he slid the head past my wet lips.
Eight.
“Squeeze ‘em, Heather. Pinch your nipples,” I bellowed into the car.
“Fuck him,” she responded.
“No, I want to watch, do it for me,” I asked again in a demanding tone.
She began slowly squeezing her boobs in her hands, and rolled her nipples between her index fingers and thumbs. As she did, Chuck slid in and out of my pussy. Heather turned, lowered her head, and began watching Chuck fuck me as she squeezed her boobs.
“Fuck yes, Chuck. Do it. Fuck me big boy. Fuck me now. Give me that cock,” I screamed back at Chuck.
He began to slide his big cock in and out of my pussy. Holy shit, this feels so fucking good. Cocks are the best. I looked up at Heather as she closed her eyes, and pinched her nipples. She began to moan lightly. Watching her made me start to cum, and cum hard.
“I’m going to cum all over your big cock, Chuck…all over it. Fuck me hard. Fuck me. Oh my fucking God, yes,” I screamed.
Mother of all orgasms coming up…oh God…
“Fuck me.”
“Fuck me, oh God. Fuck me.”
I want to squirt so badly. Focus Christy, focus. Squirt all over this guy…
I took an upside down look again as Chuck’s cock disappeared inside of me, his foot rocking back and forth on his skateboard. Oh fuck yes, here we go…
“I’m going to fucking cum, Heather. I’m going to fucking cum all over this guy’s big cock,” I screamed at Heather as she squeezed her boobs and moaned.