My Today

by HJ Bellus

  “Because I was about to die! The most exercise I get is walking down to the gas station for a fried corn dog. Then, when I got down here, I couldn’t peel my eyes from your ass if my life depended on it.”

  Tripp rolled up, so he was on top of me. We were face to face, belly to belly, girl parts to boy parts, and he started doing push-ups. He extended all the way up on his arms and came down so his nose touched mine.

  “Enjoying this view, Princess?”

  “Mmmm…it’s okay,” I said thoughtful and then finished with, “I guess.”

  The next push-up he came all the way down, so that my very wet and tingly girl part met his very large and erect boy part. Tripp made sure to make a couple extra brushing movements with his boy part on my girl part.

  “Is that better?” he whispered into my ear.

  The fucker left me speechless. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I had never been a believer in the mushy-gushy shit of soul mates and love. But this Beast dry humping me on the floor in a gym, while doing push-ups over me, just made me a believer. My heart was growing very weak and ready to take the adventure with him.

  Tripp continued to do a hundred push-ups on top of me. My girl bits were tingling with all sorts of delicious sensations every time he brushed down on me. At this moment I was wishing my panties had a trap door that Tripp could just slip open and take me. With his last push-up he rolled us over, so I was on top of him.

  “Your turn,” he said as he smiled up at me with his sweat glistened face and wet brown locks.

  “I don’t think so!”

  My small hands pushed up off his rock hard chest to sit up on him. My legs were straddling him and my oh’ so very wet girl part was now placed on his delicious magic stick. In the background, I could hear Pink singing about raising her glass to all the underdogs. That song had become my life motto, forever the misfit. The beat took over my soul and I started to move my hips, pushing on Tripp’s magic stick. Tripp squeezed his eyes shut and let out a deep growl, enjoying the sensation of me grinding to Pink on him. It only lasted a matter of seconds before he grabbed me by my waist to lift me up.

  “Princess, you can’t do that.”

  “Why? I like sitting on your disco stick,” I said as I tilted my head and gave him the pouty lip.

  It didn’t even dawn on me that I was plastered to his crotch on the floor in a gym until he grabbed me. My heart, head and body was so deep in Tripp that I lost all sense of location. He picked me up, twirled me around and started bench pressing me like a rag doll! I couldn’t quit giggling. The sneaky little shit had his hands wrapped on the side of my ass and tits.

  Tripp

  Watching Lacey try to outdo me on the treadmill was hysterical and then when she flopped her sweaty body on the ground spread eagle I thought I was going to fall off the fucking machine. She didn’t give two shits that she was sprawled out on the gym floor. Her -“I don’t give a shit”- attitude was forever turning me on. I was always trying to conceal my hard-on around her.

  I typically hit the weights after cardio, but decided to have some fun with my little Princess lying on the floor. I shouldn’t have had my hands on her, but it was too damn hard to resist her. After the fiftieth bench press of her fine ass body I lowered her down to my chest the same way a barbell would lay across its rest.

  “I think it’s about ice cream time,” Lacey said as her sexy body lay across my chest. I didn’t want to move from this position. Her skin was soft and her supple body felt amazing on my hard chest. I wanted her ink to stain my skin with her passion.

  “You seriously want ice cream after the gym, Lacey?”

  “Yes, and you owe it to me.”

  “How do you figure?”

  “Because I let you grab my ass and tits while you were pretending to work out. Now take me for ice cream, you whiny little bitch.”

  Lacey pulled herself off me and held out her hand to me. My little, wild Princess was before me with her beautiful blonde hair and tatted body…oh and her huge boobs. God, if I had to, I would guess she was at least a D. She was holding her hand out to me. It blew my mind that she wanted to be with me. Friends or fuck buddies I didn’t care because I will take what I can get from her today.

  I grabbed her small tender hand and said, “Lead the way, brat.”

  We walked hand in hand three blocks down to the ice cream shop. The walk was way too short. I wanted to hold the hand she offered to me without reservation or fear forever. Fuck, this girl has turned me into a certified, grade ‘A’ pussy! The fact was, when she was around, I didn’t need drugs. All I needed was her hand in mine.

  “Lace, this is a very serious question that I am about to ask you. If you don’t answer it correctly, I will be forced to end our friendship forever.”

  “No, Tripp I don’t want to go steady with your ugly ass or wear your lettermen’s jacket,” she replied as she rolled her eyes like a snotty little teenager.

  “That’s not the question, yet. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

  “Rocky Road, of course! Is there any other flavor, freak?”

  “You just stole a piece of my motherfucking heart, Lacey Lynn!”

  I ordered us an extra-large tub of Rocky Road ice cream. Lacey grabbed two spoons, some napkins and we went outside to sit on the bench by the fountain. She snuggled right up to me to share ice cream. I started shoveling ice cream in and said, “Thanks Lacey. I needed you tonight.”

  “Slow down on the ice cream, you fat pig!”

  This girl was something else. I could never predict if she was going to be serious or a smartass. I was ready for her to call me a pussy again. I glanced down at her and felt my heart jump. She was simply beautiful. I wanted to tell her that I was falling in love with her, but instead I said, “Keep up, slow poke.”

  Lacey jumped up into my lap facing me. I held the tub of ice cream between us and kept eating waiting for her next move. I grew instantly hard at the sensation of her heat straddling my thin gym shorts. I wanted her. Scratch that I needed her.

  Lacey leaned her forehead on mine and our eyes locked.

  “Tripp.”

  “Lace.”

  “I’m so proud of you.”

  “For?”

  “Asking for help, standing up to your dad and not using. You’re an amazing person.”

  “I need to taste you,” I whispered into her lips.

  She plopped a big spoon full of ice cream into her mouth and brought her lips to mine. Her lips were so soft and tasty. I started to kiss her back as I swiped my tongue across her lips and waited for her to open up to me. Lacey’s lips parted and I started to explore her chocolaty mouth. Lacey joined in on the fun running her tongue along the front of my teeth. I let out a low moan when I felt her delicate tongue touch down in my mouth. It felt, and tasted, better than anything.

  I grabbed Lacey’s ass to pull her further down onto my now throbbing cock. She started to rub up and down on it, moving her hips in a seductive dance. God, I would give anything to strip her shirt off right here and take a taste of her tits.

  A loud coughing sound interrupted us. We both looked towards the sound of the cough to see a mother with several children watching Lacey dry hump me. I put my head back down on Lacey’s shoulder and started to laugh. We had chocolate ice cream running down our chins and onto our clothes and all we could do was laugh with each other.

  Chapter 4

  Dessert Anyone?

  Tripp

  I have never felt stronger or freer in my life. My father, the death of Grant and mom’s tears don’t haunt me at night anymore. I continued to look forward to dinner every night with my new family.

  Cree even started attending support meetings with me. I didn’t even ask him to go. He just climbed in the truck one afternoon, which made this the first time, in one of my several attempted recoveries, that I had a support system. I have lived day to day and prayed for my recovery. Lacey started going to the gym with me every night and always expects ice cr
eam and some making out afterwards. I never argue with the Princess.

  Once the tractor work started, I noticed that Cree and Milly had a daily lunch date that you didn’t want to interrupt. I learned this lesson the hard way. Cree wasn’t answering his phone one afternoon, so I went out on the dirt bike to find him. I found him underneath Milly in the tractor, naked. So, I started my own lunch ritual and it involved Lacey. I drove the dirt bike into town every day for lunch and I either brought her leftovers from the night before, a corn dog or took her out. Lacey was never shy about her feelings and opinions of me, so she made it perfectly clear that I was motherfucking hot on my dirt bike. I made sure to drive it everywhere just for her.

  ***

  “Lacey, I need my hair cleaned up,” I informed her one day at lunch in her salon.

  “I’m not touching your locks, Rapunzel. I’m currently making love to this corn dog, so buzz off creeper.”

  “C’mon! Are you going to make Mildred give me a trim?” I whined, as I slid closer to Lacey.

  “Fine. Sit down you crybaby.” Lacey said as she stuffed a quarter of her corn dog in her mouth.

  She could be so damn attractive at times.

  I sat down in her chair passing all my trust to her. I hadn’t had my hair cut for years. In fact, hasn’t been cut since Grant died. It was just another thing that I let go of that day. At that point, I didn’t care what she did to my hair; I just wanted her hands on me.

  “Lay back, Rapunzel.”

  “You’re such a smartass, Lace,” I said to her and slapped her ass.

  Lacey pushed me back in the chair with all her might and then slugged me in the chest. She was so proud of her little punch that she landed. I loved letting her win all these little battles. It really added to her badass ego.

  “I like it rough, baby,” I said to her with a wink.

  Lacey adjusted the temperature of the water and ignored my comment. She leaned over and started massaging my head with her magical fingers. Lacey’s smooth touch was damaging and it damn near made me come in my pants. God created her hands just for this job.

  I could smell her and feel her hovering above me. She always smelled of wild strawberries and ruby red grapefruit. Her smell drove me wild and I almost couldn’t handle it anymore. I loved cuddling with her in the evening because at night her smell lingered and lulled me to sleep in my lonely cabin. Everything inside me wanted to pull her on top of me and fuck her senseless in the middle of her salon. I needed to taste her and be inside her, but I didn’t want to scare Lacey away. She was so gun shy about becoming attached.

  Lacey’s huge tits were inches away from my face just daring me to take them. My willpower finally broke, and I reached up and nipped her tit with my teeth. She jumped back and howled with surprise, but the smile on her face left no doubt in mind what she wanted. Lacey instantly went back to washing my hair, and I could see her hard nipple peeking back through her shirt. This time I reached up with my fingers and started twisting it. Lacey acted like she didn’t feel anything and just kept massaging my scalp.

  Lacey

  This was the reason I didn’t want to ever cut his hair. I couldn’t be this close to him without my body reacting. Tripp was now massaging my hardened nipple with his fingers. I continued to wash his hair like I couldn’t feel a thing. The sensation of his touch instantly made me wet down yonder.

  Tripp let go of my nipple, and I decided to give him an extra round of shampoo just in case he needed to touch me somewhere else. I instantly missed his touch as soon as his gentle, strong hands left me. I lowered my chest down to inch my boobs closer to his mouth giving him a huge clue to what I wanted. Tripp slid his hand up the inside of my leg and under my skirt. Holy Hell!!! He cupped my now very wet pair of panties, and started rubbing back and forth on my sex.

  My hands froze, tangled in his wet hair, when he slipped his fingers inside my panties. I closed my eyes and let out a loud moan signaling Tripp to go further, and when he started rubbing my clit I gasped.

  “Fuck me, Tripp!”

  Tripp stuck a finger inside me and continued massaging me softly. I started to ride his hand as I gripped the edge of the sink. Within minutes, he slipped two fingers into me and forced a cry of pleasure from me.

  “Look at me.” Tripp demanded as he continued to work me. “I want to watch you come.”

  I opened my eyes and looked down at Tripp, who was deep inside me, and he had no idea just how deep he was embedding himself. It was more than his touch and words that were engraining upon my skin. He reached across his body with his other hand and tugged down on my nipple, and this simple gesture sent me swirling into a complete orgasm. I gripped onto his fingers, riding out the blinding sensation, and then collapsed down onto him while he was buried deep inside me.

  “Consider that your tip, pretty girl.”

  I shot into a standing position when I heard the old bags come in from lunch.

  “Hey Lacey! We brought you back dessert,” shrilled Mildred.

  With his fingers still inside me hidden by his cape and my apron, Tripp coolly replied, “I already fed her dessert ladies, she won’t be needing any.”

  Then the sex god started massaging my clit again. Holy shit! I needed to rinse this shampoo, cut his hair and kick his sexy ass out of here.

  He slowly started sliding his fingers in and out of me as the ladies set up their stations for their one o’clock appointments. All I could do was stand perfectly still enjoying the feel of Tripp’s fingers inside of me. His large frame came in very useful because you couldn’t even tell he was moving his arm as he flexed his fingers in and out of me.

  “Stop it!” I hissed down at him.

  “Why Princess? My fingers belong in you.”

  “Tripp, you are going to make me come again, and don’t fucking call me that,” I whispered down into his ear.

  “That’s the whole point…Let go...Lose yourself in me, Princess.”

  I couldn’t use my hips this time to help my orgasm along or feel Tripp pinching my nipple. I stared down into his eyes willing him to let me come, and that’s when he started flicking my clit with his thumb.

  “Hey, Lacey? Do you have any openings this afternoon for a cut and color,” one of the old bags hollered across the salon.

  “Mmmm…uuuhhh...ooohh,” is all that oozed out of me.

  “No, she doesn’t. Willow is coming in this afternoon,” Tripp replied for me because I was out of commission at the moment when it came to meaningful communication.

  I gripped onto Tripp’s shoulders and dug into him with my nails. His flesh was going to feel just how good I was feeling at the moment. As I turned off the water my orgasm hit and it took everything in me not to yell out loud.

  As soon as the sensation settled between my legs, I threw Tripp’s chair up and stepped back from the evil douche bag. Mildred walked over and gave Tripp my brownie they bought for me. He gladly accepted it with the hand that was just inside me and started eating it rather erotically. He then licked each finger to show his appreciation of just how tasty the brownie was. Holy Fuck Buckets! The man just made me come again without touching me.

  “Thanks, Mildred,” Tripp replied.

  “Payback is a bitch, Tripp,” I warned him as I prepared to cut his hair.

  Tripp’s hair was gorgeous, thick and almost shoulder length. I could only imagine how much fun it would be to pull on it while screwing his brains out, but summer was coming and he definitely needed a fresh cut. He was a new man and needed a new do to fit, so I grabbed my clippers and flipped them on.

  “Hold the phone,” Tripp jumped back in surprise.

  “What?”

  “I said a trim. Like snip, snip with the scissors,” he said while performing cutting actions with his fingers.

  “Did you even want a haircut? Or was this a ploy, you jackass?”

  “Lace, I’m just not ready to get it cut.”

  “Why?”

  Tripp sat in silence not making eye contact o
r moving, and it was clearly evident that something about cutting his hair struck a chord with him. There was a choice to make here. I could push him into a rage, pissing him off, but getting to the naked truth, or I could just be patient with him avoiding the situation all together. Neither was an option for me or him because he needed to let go of whatever demons his hair held to him, and he could trust me to take them away for him.

  I climbed into my favorite spot, Tripp’s lap, and made him look at me. Then I started to trail kisses up and down his very strong jaw line. When I made it to his ear I whispered, “Please trust me.”

  Tripp dropped his forehead to my shoulder and let out an audible sigh mixed with terror and relief. He then shook his head up and down, bonking his forehead off of my shoulder. We both started giggling at his gesture. It was like he was pounding his head against a brick wall. A very symbolic action in regards to being in a relationship with me.

  “It’s about time you have a style that can hang with mine, you little doucher,” I whispered into his thick neck. My tongue was just dying with anxiety to take a lick and taste him.

  Before jumping off of Tripp’s lap, I placed a long, hard kiss on his lips, and right when he was about to get carried away with the action of kissing, I bit his lower lip. Tripp squealed in pain and slapped my ass as I hopped up. I grabbed my clippers and went to town because I knew exactly what I was going to do to his hair.

  The clippers took the first swipe of hair and I knew it would be the hardest part for him, so I spit my gum into the side of his ear to distract him.

  “Really, Lace? Quite the customer service you have.”

  I just winked at him in the mirror and continued sculpting my masterpiece. Towards the end I whirled him around, so he couldn’t see what I was doing in the mirror. He tried to protest, but I bared my fresh piece of bubble gum to him and he had no choice but to go with it. I pulled off his cape, dusted all the extra hair off his neck and lap and then praised my work.

  “Oh. My. God. You look so freakin’ hot,” I squealed.

  “Let me see it.”

  “Tripp, you have to promise to style it and keep up with it.”