by Destiny Moon
At dinner he asked, “So how’d you get into baseball?”
“I didn’t.”
“But the Red Sox…”
“Oh, that. Yeah, I never went to the game.”
“You what?” He nearly spat out his beer. “What do you mean? I thought you won tickets. I thought that was your whole reason for coming here.”
“I did. Box seats and, yeah, it was the reason I came,” I started to explain, but took a drink of water to calm myself down. “I didn’t have anyone to go with.”
“But…box seats… You could have asked anyone.”
“I didn’t care about the game. Truth be told, it was my grandmother who entered my name in the contest. I’ve never cared about baseball.”
“You…aw, baby…box seats.” His face contorted and it looked like he was experiencing physical pain.
I nodded. “It was the first time I’d been out of my state. You know I come from a town of fewer people than could fit in the bathroom at the stadium.”
“So, what’d you do instead?”
“Oh, well, I went to the park and left the tickets on a bench. Then I sat across from it on a different bench and waited for someone to find them.”
“And did they?”
“Yeah, a young couple. They were really excited,” I said, remembering that magical day. “After that, I just kind of wandered around and tried to picture myself living here.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, and at a coffee shop I saw a sign for some shared housing. It was less than I thought it would be, so I called the number, made an appointment, and the rest is history.”
“So let me get this straight. You never even went back at all?”
“Nope.”
“What’d you do for…stuff?”
“I had my luggage with me. I sold my return ticket and applied for a job doing secretarial work. I bought a chair and a bed. That’s really all I needed. It wasn’t that hard.”
He looked aghast, like I’d just told him I was in witness protection or something.
“How do you just leave a place and never go back?” he asked.
“Easy,” I said. “Just keep moving forward. Keep looking ahead.”
“So you’re telling me you’re ready to make new mistakes now?”
“I’m sorry about that day,” I said, remembering the awful conversation in the cafeteria.
“Don’t be sorry about anything. A girl like you is worth waiting for.”
I smiled and nibbled at my salad.
* * * *
On the way to the stadium, Hunter turned to me and asked, “So you really don’t like baseball?”
“I don’t.”
“Then why’d you agree to go out with me again?”
I shrugged. My blush gave me away. I could not meet his eyes.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to show me that park bench of yours. I want to see what it’s like to find tickets to the best goddamn baseball team in all of America.”
“You’re not serious,” I said.
“Dead serious.”
“Okay.”
He took my hand and we walked quickly. The game was going to start in less than an hour.
After a while he asked, “Where exactly are we going?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Well, the game starts soon. How about this? You said you wanted to get out of your shell. Why don’t you choose a couple of strangers and go up to them with these?” He passed the two tickets to me.
“I can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“Talk to strangers?”
“I know. I know. It’s wild and crazy. Don’t say I don’t know how to show you a good time.”
I laughed. It was a good time. That was true. I hadn’t had this much fun since that night on his couch.
There was a couple up ahead. The guy even had a Red Sox logo on the back of his jacket. I didn’t give myself a chance to take a deep breath. I just walked on over and tapped the girl on the shoulder.
They turned.
“Hi,” I started. “Um, what are you two up to tonight?”
“Not much,” the girl said.
“Want to go to a game?” I asked. I opened my hand to show what I was holding.
He looked at me like I was pulling his leg. “How much?”
“Free.”
They looked at each other, then back at me. Their skeptical expressions really made me feel like I was trying to sell them an old used car with a bad transmission.
“Here,” I said, passing them the tickets. “Take them.”
“No kidding?” the guy asked, his eyes wild with disbelief.
“They’re yours.” It gave me such a thrill to be able to say those words.
“Thanks!”
They were so excited that I could hardly stand it. It was just like the time in the park, but better because they knew the source. They hugged me and thanked me again. I turned back to Hunter and saw he’d been filming the whole thing on his phone.
“What are you doing?” I asked, walking toward him.
“Just watching you. I really love watching you.”
“Turn it off,” I said.
He did. He had a goofy look on his face, so I leaned in and kissed him.
Chapter Four
The first few times we made love he was careful and respectful, but soon enough I told him what I wanted. We were curled up on his sofa one night watching TV. I was finally at ease enough to open up.
“I’ve been taught to be a good girl my whole life,” I explained. “I’m sick of it. I want to be your slut.”
“Slut?” he repeated and laughed. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, look, Maya. I do respect that you were brought up a certain way. I was not. I’ve never been to church in my life and my parents were atheists. Moral, don’t get me wrong, but not so into the God-fearing thing.”
“I came here to meet a guy like you,” I said. “If I wanted God-fearing, I’d have stayed back home.”
“Point taken.”
“So show me. What is it that you do when you’re not inhibited by shame and guilt?”
“You know you really have a way of putting a guy on the spot.”
“Do I?” I asked, trying to sound flirtatious.
He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. Once there, he tossed me onto the bed like I was a sack of potatoes. He fell down on top of me, holding me in place.
“You want me to be rough with you, don’t you?” he said, grabbing hold of my long hair at the back. It made me feel safe, like a kitten being held by the scruff of the neck. I tried to nod, but couldn’t.
“Don’t you?” he repeated.
“Y-yes.”
“It turns you on, being manhandled. Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to rip your clothes off and use you like you’re my very own personal fuck toy, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, oh, yes.”
“Come here,” he said, guiding me to the front of his pants. “Unzip me. Take my cock in your mouth.”
I did as he said. He was already hard and although we were both fully clothed, I’d never done anything so erotic before. To think we were in our day clothes. I knew I could never look at those pants of his in the same way again.
“That’s right,” he said. “Suck it. Suck me good.”
I did my best, being careful to buffer my teeth with my lips. I gave him the treatment I’d so longed to give. I was slow and methodical.
He rewarded me by filling my mouth with the warmth of his cum. I swear I blushed when he ejaculated, but it was so good to finally feel what I’d only ever imagined.
In the following weeks, he had me in every position I knew about and more. I was on my knees, on top of him, facing him, facing away and lying beside him. I did things I couldn’t even explain in language, and I was happier than I’d ever been.
Hunter and I were on a road trip back to his old college town in Santa Fe, New Mexico to attend one of his friend’s famous costume parties. All the way to the costume store off the interstate, we planned our costumes. Shopping was easily the best date ever. We laughed so hard as we tried on different looks.
Historically, I’d been the funny girl who opted for a clever costume, but I knew I’d found the perfect costume when I emerged with my old-timey wench gown that showed off my heaving bosoms. Hunter took one look at me and I knew he was hard. He had mentioned once that he had a total thing for Keira Knightley in Pirates of the Caribbean, and I had to admit that this dress made me look a lot like her. A size fourteen version of her, but still.
He looked around the store to see if the shop girl was still paying attention to us. She was busy with other customers.
“Let me in there,” he said with gusto. He followed me back into my changing room and he could not keep his hands off me. I barely had a chance to slide the lock in place. Hunter touched the exposed skin of my cleavage, then he bowed down to kiss the tops of my breasts.
“You’re so hot,” he whispered. He looked me up and down.
Hunter pulled the chemise of my dress down, further exposing my breasts.
“Hunter.” I playfully pushed him away. “We’re in public.”
“I don’t care,” he said, tearing at the delicate fabric until he had wiggled my breasts right out of the dress. “I’ve never been so turned on before. I have to have you.”
“Here? Now?” I caught sight of myself in the mirror and had to admit that there was something totally illicit about the dress, especially with my breasts exposed in the three-way mirror. Being a buxom type, modern day fashion was often a challenge. These old-style maiden dresses were made for girls like me. With my breasts out, even I was aroused at the sight of my own reflection—and I was usually so self-conscious.
“I want you.” Hunter sounded hungry, like the wolf in fairy tales—like it was his instinct to claim and devour me.
I had not done this sort of thing before, but there was something unbelievably sexy about the idea that we could get caught. Any minute other customers could go into the stall next to us then what would we do? We were already breathing heavily, and with all the attention Hunter paid to my nipples, I was undeniably wet. We were just passing through town, I reminded myself. No one around here knew me. I could be anyone.
Chapter Five
Hunter unzipped his pants and pried his already hard cock free from the constraints of his briefs. Then he turned me toward the mirror and lifted my dress. Before I had time to panic, rationalize or question my ability to have sex in a semi-public place, he was inside me. I almost gasped but held back. My hands against the mirror to steady myself, I watched my face become flushed as he played with my nipples and thrust in and out of me.
He finished quickly, and within minutes we had our regular clothes on again. Flustered and giddy, I knew my cheeks betrayed us, but I could not hide the redness from the shop girl. She rang up our giant mound of pirate clothing and wigs. Hunter got a hat and sword as well. I picked up a corset and stockings. Hunter slid his credit card through the machine. We were set.
“You got me all hot and bothered back there,” I told him in the car on the way to our hotel.
“Oh good,” he said. “I want to finish what I started when we get to the hotel. I hope you’ll wear your costume again.”
“Of course I will.”
“You’re incredible, Maya. I’ve never had a girlfriend like you—someone so open and comfortable in her own skin.”
It was the best compliment I could hear. I’d tended toward shyness in the bedroom in previous relationships, but Hunter brought something else out in me.
“It helps that you’re a bit dominant with me,” I admitted. “I’ve never had sex in a change room before.”
“I can’t wait to find out what else you haven’t done, because there’s so much I want to do with you.”
We had only been officially boyfriend and girlfriend for a few weeks now. Like magnets that could not be away from each other for very long, we had a constant urge to connect. We’d done it everywhere—his place, my place, his car, our work, even once when we went for a hike in the mountains.
It was the glorious early stage of our relationship and I had discovered that I could be totally unencumbered with Hunter. At nearly six feet, he was considerably larger than me. He was also quite heavy, which put me at ease. He got me out of my shell as a lover. I used to think of myself as one of those shy girls who couldn’t even do it with the lights on, but Hunter proved to me that there were plenty of assumptions I needed to let go of. He’d told me to embrace my desires and ask for what I wanted. He convinced me that nothing was too “naughty”, that nothing would make him lose respect for me. So I tried stuff out. I asked him to top me. I submitted to him, and I loved it. He tied me up, he spanked me and he talked dirty to me. All of it made me swoon for him. In the span of a month, I’d learned about things I didn’t even know existed and I found that I liked them.
We stopped for lunch at an old-fashioned diner that had vinyl-upholstered booths. I ordered a milkshake and it even came with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry.
“How cute is this place?”
“Only about half as cute as you,” Hunter said, taking up a menu. The server came with our sandwiches, and Hunter began to eat.
“So, these friends of yours,” I began, attempting to make conversation. “How long has it been since you’ve seen them?”
“Couple of years, I guess.”
“And did you have a girlfriend back then?”
“Actually, no,” he said.
“I’m the first one you’re introducing to your friends?”
Why didn’t he say anything? I was over the moon with this information, wanting badly to be Hunter’s one and only.
“Baby, they’re going to take one look at you and think ‘how did he ever land her?’. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, you know.”
“I am?”
“Come on. You must know.” He reached across the table and took my hand in his. “Maya, you’re everything. The only challenge facing me is keeping you satisfied.”
“I’m very satisfied,” I said. My cheeks flushed. I knew they were crimson, but that was all right. I liked being embarrassed by sexy innuendos, especially after our tryst at the costume store. “I can’t believe what you did back there.”
“What can I say? It had to be done. Seeing you in that dress made me…” He shook his head like he still couldn’t believe it had happened. “Do you know you’re my fantasy come true?”
I blushed again and played coy. “Really?”
“You know you are. And when we get to our hotel, I’m going to give you the orgasm of your life.” He said the last part so quietly I had to lip-read. It took my brain about half a second to grasp what he had said, before I reacted.
“Check, please!”
Chapter Six
We checked into our hotel room, lugged our stuff upstairs and unpacked. I had a shower. My pussy was still sopping wet from earlier. I toweled off and went to the living room area. Hunter was on the couch, his dick out and hard. He was stroking himself.
“Come here, baby. I want you while you’re wet from the shower.”
His pants came off. I almost laughed at the speed with which he made himself available, but there was no time for joking around. I needed him.
He sat back on the leather couch and ran his hand up and down his shaft. He was so hard.
“Get that dress on,” he said in a demanding tone.
“I’ll get it all wet,” I argued, still patting myself down with a towel.
“Even better,” he said. He reached out and grabbed the towel from me. There was nothing to do but get into the dress, in spite of better instincts to blow-dry my hair. Within minutes, I’d wriggled into it.
I stood before him, dripp
ing tiny droplets from my curls onto the chemise of the wench costume.
“Lift your dress,” he ordered.
Taking the edges of the long, flowing gown into my hands, I exposed myself to him. My anachronistic hot pink panties seemed to make him upset.
“What’s this?” he asked, pulling the elastic waistband out and letting it snap back to my tummy.
I shrugged.
“Fetch me my sword, wench.”
I went back to our shopping bag and pulled out the plastic sword, which was actually quite realistic. It was shiny like steel, and the edges were sharp, despite it being made to be a part of a costume. I presented it to him and lifted my dress again.
“That’s better. Now. Let’s see what we have here.”
He inserted the sword into my underwear from the side, running the blade over my pubic mound and out the other side. Then he pulled my panties down slowly, exposing my naked pussy to him.
“That’s better. Step out of them.” His commands were the perfect echo of my own desires. I peeled the panties off my ankles and stepped out of them.
He held his sword to my pussy again and used it to hold the skin taut while he fingered me with his other hand. It was oddly like being inspected by Long John Silver.
“You’re wet.”
“I am.”
“You want my cock,” he declared. It was not a question, but a matter of fact.
“I do.”
“Suck it first, wench.”
I loved that he called me that. It made it easier to get into the role of the maiden hostage. I got down on my knees and took his dick into my mouth. He moaned and leaned back, then started pumping into my mouth. He was so hard that I almost thought he was going to come, but he didn’t. He pulled out.
“Let me fuck those tits of yours. Expose them.”
“Okay.”
I did as he had earlier in the change room and lifted my breasts out of the bodice of the dress. Still kneeling in front of him, I posed pin-up style while he placed his dick between my tits, held them firmly together and fucked me like that. Looking down, I was turned on by the sight of his cock’s appearance and disappearance between them. Plus, he stroked my nipples with his thumbs as he thrust. He knew exactly what he was doing, too. In the past few weeks, it had become very clear that I was a slave to my nipples. He squeezed them as he fucked me.