9781618857569GettingitAllStorm

by Troy Storm

  The young woman buried her face in her hands. “I just had one real date with him.” Her tiny despairing voice cut through Dorothy like a kitchen knife…badly wielded.

  “Sweetie, sweetie. I never meant—” But she had. She had meant for Christy to rev up her making out with Matt and completely cut out her young friend and Christy had certainly done her part. What she didn’t expect was for Matt to get all upset. But if he hadn’t, he might not have broken through Dot’s…whatever it was that was holding her back from fighting her own fight for his attention. He certainly had her attention now.

  She hadn’t meant to hurt Lucy. Yes, she had. How could she not? She hadn’t thought that far ahead. She had suddenly become frightened Lucy might have landed Matt and she would never have taken her last chance at…at what?

  What did she really want from Matt?

  Okay, the quick fuck behind the vans had been great. He was hot and eager and…she had coupled with him on her own terms. What now? Did she want more?

  Yes.

  And Christy was all but handing Matt to her on a silver platter. Except of course for Lucy’s total infatuation. That might be a little messy for a while, but Lucy was young. Like Dot had been. Lucy would get over Matt. Like Dot had gotten over Matt.

  Right. Exactly like Dot had gotten over Matt.

  Not.

  There might be a not in there somewhere as far as Lucy was concerned about giving up Matt too.

  “Look, things always get a little messy when love rears its ugly head.” Christy’s immaculate lip curled. “That’s not my problem. I need to get out of your way so you two can figure the rest of this out.” She spread her hands in an elegant magnanimous gesture.

  “That’s very generous of you, ole buddy, but I don’t believe it for a second,” Dorothy smiled. You and Matt have been screwing like bunny rabbits and I don’t see you letting up on getting it from Matt in order to give your darling friends—that’s us—a shot at the gold ring—that’s him. You’ve pretty much emptied the gold ring box already, as far as our shot at it’s concerned,” she muttered obliquely.

  “Well, speaking of boxes, that’s another reason I’m willing to back off.” Christy suddenly pushed her chair back and hopped up from the table excitedly. “And let you put in your two—how shall I put, it?—your two pussies worth.” She guffawed, slapping the back of her chair. “A little crude, maybe, but once you see what I’m talking about,” she winked, “you’ll see how accurate that is. Follow me.” She headed for her bedroom.

  Lucy was clear-eyed and attentive now. Looking like a dumb streaked brunette, but at least attentive and not grousing over losing Matt. Good, Dorothy thought, maybe we can move on.

  “I’ve got a box of toys to help me get through the dry spells, and I want to share my good fortune in order to remind you there are other possibilities than the simple one we’ve been pursuing.” She crouched at the side of her bed. “To be hit on by a couple of guys tonight did my fragile ego a world of good. I’ve obviously still got it. To know I’ve got it and even if I don’t get it as good as I was getting it with Matt, to know I’m prepared for the hump nights—or rather, the off-hump nights—I think I can afford to be altruistic for my beloved pals.”

  Lucy was so far behind, Dorothy couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry over her friend’s totally lost look. “What’s she talking about?” Lucy whispered, as Christy ducked under the bed. Then again, Dot thought she might one day have to strangle Lucy if she couldn’t learn to damp down that damn plaintive bleat.

  “She probably means she’s got a vibrator that will take Matt’s place,” Dorothy said loud enough for Christy to hear, “until the real thing or things come along to get her over the ‘hump’. Although that sure as hell doesn’t seem to be a problem if tonight at the wine bar is any indication.”

  “Bingo!” Christy exclaimed, pulling out a small suitcase-size decorated box.

  “I don’t think some jiggly plastic thing could ever take Matt’s place,” Lucy grumped.

  “True,” Christy agreed, lifting the box and sliding it onto the bed. “But it can certainly distract one while you’re looking. Sit down, girls.” She indicated the bed. “Let me show you my ‘distracting’ goodies.”

  She whipped off the lid of the box. Lucy’s eyes popped and her mouth dropped.

  Dorothy snickered. “I haven’t seen that much plastic and silicone since—”

  “The last time Marta Dalaport was in the beauty shop,” Christy hooted, dumping the contents onto the bed. “Aren’t they great! Big, bigger and biggest! Get it from the front, get it from the back! Your choice, not his. And then there’s,” her voice dropped to basso profondo, “‘get it deep, deep, inside.’ No guy is built like this.” She stopped giggling for a moment to inspect an intricately designed appliance. “I think this one is scientifically designed,” she noted respectfully, “to hit everything there is to hit down there at the same time. And I’m here to tell you girls, it works.”

  She shook her head and sighed. “Can you imagine trying to explain to a guy what that thing does to your insides without even having to wheedle him or show him? All you have to do is just push a magic button.” She slid a switch and an elongated section of silicone began to undulate. “And what guy can do that? You wanna try it?”

  Lucy recoiled, but not quite in horror as before.

  Dorothy was intrigued. It was absolutely true no guy she knew could do that belly dance thing with his dick. That might be a really interesting sensation.

  She was truly impressed with Christy's sense of adventure. It way surpassed hers. Lucy, bless her unadventurous heart—at least 'til now—stared dumbfounded.

  “What...what is all that stuff for? I mean, I know what it's for...”

  Christy was in her element. Shocking, knowledgeable, and creating very big waves. She beamed and patted Lucy's hand.

  “Well, most of it's self-evident. The dildos range in size from...not to name names, but they do represent the range of gentlemen who have bedded me.”

  Lucy looked horrified. “Are guys really this big?”

  “Well, some of them, yes.” Christy eyed her carefully. “Lucy, I thought you and Matt had...” her upper teeth were on the inside of her lower lip ready to pronounce the word. Admirably, Dorothy noted, she chose to finish the phrase with, “done it. He's not exactly a 'little' guy. Not that there's anything wrong with a little dick. Some of my best times have been with men who were trying to make up in quality what they might lack in quantity. And they did a hell of a job. Right, Dot?”

  Dorothy snickered, picking up one of the larger silicone reproductions. “I'm here as an observer and not a filler-out-of-what-I-did-in-the-sack-last-week.” Or did behind the vans. “But, Christy is right. Man comes in many sizes.”

  Refusing to deal with the male anatomy for the moment, Lucy picked up another object.

  “What's this for?” She swallowed.

  “You shove it up your ass, not to be too crass,” Christy sing-songed. “And then you pop it out, one small ball at a time. It can be quite stimulating. You can also shove it up your—”

  “Good heavens, do you really need to...?”

  “Need? Strange word, Lucy. I don't know. What do you think, Dorothy? Do us single girls ‘need’ to do whatever it takes to get us to where we want to go? Or do we just put up with how grossly unprepared most guys are at discovering that? Or even, how grossly most of them couldn't give a shit so long as they get their rocks off.”

  “I think we do whatever it takes,” Dorothy said matter-of-factly. “But,” she checked Lucy's bewildered expression, “we all have our different needs, sweetie. Some of us can get on very well without...aids. Without guys, for that matter.”

  “I can't.” Lucy was almost in tears. “But...”

  “But? What are you saying, Lucy?” Christy cocked her head. Something was stirring in that white-blond brain of hers. Dorothy knew the cock and the narrowed look.

  “I always thought this st
uff was for girls who couldn't, you know, get a guy, but you, two...I mean, if you...use it...”

  Christy pulled herself up, beautifully shaped breasts out, still-firm chin up. “I think it's instruction time. Shall we all get naked and have fun!” She pulled off her top in one elegant balletic gesture. She had on a gorgeous filmy push-up that did everything it was supposed to do to her already formidable assets.

  Lucy’s eyes grew even larger, if that were possible. Dorothy couldn’t believe the innocence. Okay, she thought, time to get rid of that, if this fight over Matt was going to be even remotely balanced.

  “C’mon, Lucy.” She unbuttoned her blouse, thanking the underwear gods she had put on her best for the evening. You might get hit by a truck, her mother had said. That would be Christy, all right. Mom was dead on, every time. “Think of it as Advanced Sex Ed or How to Scare the Shit Out of Your Boyfriend.”

  “I don’t wanna scare the—”

  “Lucy!”

  “Take off your clothes!”

  Whooping lasciviously, Christy and Dorothy both grabbed for the wide-eyed, not-to-be innocent for very long. Giggling relentlessly, the lovely Lucy was soon naked, rose pink and, thankfully, embarrassed beyond giggling. Dorothy wondered how she had ever even had sex with that incessant giggling.

  Christy appraised her.

  “Lucy, you’re a winner, I gotta admit. Really nice rack. Bet Matt was very impressed.”

  “He,” the naked, blushing young woman said, arms closed in to do a Venus rising from the half-shell concealment, “seemed okay with how I looked.”

  “Oh, my darling innocent,” the older and far more experienced of the trio cooed, “is that how you presented yourself? ‘Seemed okay’? You want them to slather. Observe.”

  Dorothy was impressed. Lucy was flabbergasted as Christy elegantly, slowly removed her bra, cupping her released breasts in loving slow motion, exposing them luxuriously, then tantalizingly slipped the thong down her thighs and off her slim legs in sexy shiverings of her hips.

  She stood tall and proud, beautifully nude.

  “Like so. Be proud of what you have to offer. And if, like Dorothy, you have more to offer, be even more proud. Dot?”

  Dorothy took a deep breath. She knew she was as rose pink as Lucy, she knew she was in good shape. She knew Matt wanted her. She knew she wanted her friends to approve.

  She did a remarkable copy of Christy’s movements, slowly and pleasingly revealing her lovely, full breasts, nipples peaking, and of uncovering her very natural assets, no wax or razors involved.

  “Gee, Dorothy. You look great,” Lucy breathed.

  “Babe, you’re another winner,” Christy smirked. “I’m smart to bow out and let you two throw all that loveliness to the big, bad lion. I’ll bet he just laps you two up like a bucketful of cream.”

  “Well,” Dorothy returned her smirk. “There’s a bucketful involved, but he’s not doing all the lapping.” Lucy shrieked, plump cheeks going from rose pink to deep red as Dorothy plucked a stainless steel thingamajig from the toy case. “Now that we know Matt’s got a shot at the best that CoveHaven has to offer, shall Lucy and I try to figure out why you would give up that for this, whatever it is?”

  Broadly smiling, Christy took the gleaming toy. “That goes up your ass. Don’t know if you’ve experienced the joys of anal, girls, but our big boy can be a bit rough on the front, so it’s good to have the rear ready for action if he’s so inclined to keep going.”

  Lucy gulped, the beet red draining to a pale pink. “I’ve never…”

  “Well, it’s been a while for me, too,” Dorothy announced, “so we may as well prepare ourselves. We wouldn’t want to lose out on tips from an expert, would we, Lucy? And, not that I don’t believe Christy’s fully made up her mind to abdicate as of this moment, but I do know a woman can change her mind and if Matt likes to keep plugging away, then I want my holes to be as pluggable as the expert’s, in case she decides to jump back into the game. Even field, so to speak.”

  “Would you, Christy? Would you really maybe change your mind?”

  Christy gently pushed the concerned young woman onto her knees. “Dorothy knows me pretty well. As of now, I think I’ve made the right decision. Who knows how I’ll feel later? Okay, sweetie, this may fell a bit unusual, but just relax and imagine you’re going for your M.A. in Matt-ness. Dot, feel the kid up while I poke her sweet little ass. That’ll distract her for the time being.”

  Dorothy scooted around to be able to cup Lucy’s breasts in her hands and gently massaged them as Christy lubed the slim probe and pressed it against the young woman’s tight, unbreached sphincter.

  “Is it going to hurt?” Lucy asked, anxiously. “That feels nice, Dorothy. Thank you.”

  “My pleasure, sweetie.” She kissed the young woman’s cheeks, gently. “Just think how nice it’ll feel for Matt’s big, thick, anxious dick. You want to make it feel as nice as he makes you feel, right?”

  “Right. Oh, my, that is…different.”

  Christy beamed. “Lucy, I think you might be a natural. That was no problem whatsoever. All the way in. Let me try something a bit more challenging.” She rummaged around in the toy box. “Don’t look, now. Whatever Dorothy’s doing and whatever you’re thinking is working beautifully.” She held up a medium-sized solid silicone dildo and gave Dorothy a wink. “Snuggle into Dorothy’s breasts. Maybe that would feel even nicer.”

  “Ooh! That feel’s full. Back there.” Lucy murmured. “Oh, your breasts are so nice, Dorothy. I wish mine were as big and soft and sweet-smelling and…oh, my…that’s nice…”

  Holding the medium-sized dildo in Lucy’s ass with her hip, Christy pulled a very large one from the toy box. “Think you can take more, sweetie? Might as well go all the way, right?” She squirted copious amounts of lube onto the impressive reproduction.

  Kneeling in front, as Lucy on her hands and knees snuggled into her breasts, Dorothy frowned over Lucy’s back.

  “All you gotta say is ‘that’s enough’.” Christy was obviously impressed with the young woman’s innate ability. “Out with the old, in with a whole new world. How’re we doing?”

  “That’s very nice,” Lucy mumbled into Dorothy’s breasts and Dorothy reached under to massage the tender handfuls. “Is it about Matt’s size?”

  “About.” Christy suppressed a whoop as the large dildo sank to its full length. “Doesn’t he wish,” she snickered as she began to saw the huge replica in and out. “Lucy, you’re a winner. And remember, it’s not the size it’s the ability to make your partner feel good. I think Matt will make you feel a lot better than this old thing.”

  Lucy moaned. “If he does, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand it. That feels really great. Yeah. Keep doing that. Oh, yes. That’s really nice. That…mumph!” She pressed her face deeply between Dorothy’s breasts and gasped as her slim body shook with release. Dorothy clasped her breasts firmly. Christy slipped a hand under to press her fingers into Lucy’s pussy as the vibrations of orgasm racked the young body.

  Christy smirked as Lucy gasped and squealed with delight. “Looks like it might take both you and Matt to satisfy your young rival, Dot. Think you’re man enough for the job?”

  Man enough. Woman enough. The feelings racing through Dorothy’s own electrified body were enough to make her feel whatever the outcome, the race itself was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.

  With or without the aid of silicone and steel.

  Chapter Eight

  Matt and Clay sat on the huge boulder staring in silence at the vast landscape before them.

  “Great view,” the muscular masseur sighed. “But it really makes you feel like...small.”

  “Nah. Makes me feel like part of something really big. Amazingly awesome.”

  Clay turned toward Matt. “Yeah? How so?”

  Bartholomew continued to stare at the scene before them. “Nothing but a bunch of protons or neurons or whatever they've discovered in the last fifteen minutes
whizzing around and look what they've assembled themselves into. You know, when this area was first discovered, nobody believed it. They sent painters to record what they saw. Started a whole new school of painting. Hudson River School. They painted these magnificent, breathtaking landscapes of mountains and valleys and rivers. Man and nature living together in harmony. Right there in front of us. It's even better farther up river. Been there?”

  Clay shook his head back and forth, slowly, contemplating. “Been out west. It's so awesome it's almost scary. This isn't scary. You're right. This is comforting. I like it here. Even if it does make me feel kind of insignificant.”

  “Nah. That’s the point. You’re no more insignificant than, say, that tree down there, or that mountain. We’re all part of it. Put us all together, we spell peace and harmony.” He grinned. “Old man of the mountains talking. Y'know, those mountains in front of us have been here for so long they're the old men of the mountains now. Not like those pushy, show-bizzy Rockies out west. Old and comfy and protective. I always feel rested when I come up here. Kinda calms me down. The glass may only be half-full, but I’m rested. What there is, needs to be savored. Not guzzled down because you're panicked it's half empty. Savored.” He bit his lip, suddenly moved. “Because you never know when you might not be here to see it again.”

  Clay put an arm around his older companion.

  “You're a philosopher, you know that, Matt. An old mountain man of CoveHaven. I don't think I've ever heard Leo talk like that. Unless he's talking about a new golf course and how rotten it is and how better he could design it himself on his kid's goddamn cheapo computer for God's sake.”

  Matt laughed, then stretched his arms to clasp his hands behind his head and twist to lean his back against the young broad shoulder. “Those trees down there and all around us are gonna mature and look spectacular in the autumn and then snuggle down looking gray and spiney in the winter and then leaf out and start it all over again and again spring after spring. Some of them won't make it. But others will. Cycle over and over. No matter what we do all that stuff just keeps on going. We try to kill it. We strip it and burn it and wash it away, but the rains come down, the snow, the winds, and the mountain are finally flattened and then the river keeps on going and one of these days you've got yourself a Grand Canyon. Ever seen that?”