The Pen is Mightier

by J. A. Cipriano

  22

  It was weird trying to sneak out of my own bed with two naked women lying on either side of me. I couldn’t tell you why, maybe it was the pen, but either way, even though they were both unconscious from our activities, I was still wired as fuck after four hours of sex.

  Worse, I’d still not managed to get my shower. So as I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb either of them, I padded bare-assed naked across the room, pausing only long enough to grab a clean pair of boxers, my lucky ones with the puppy dogs, from my dresser and my phone before making my way to the bathroom. If Marty called, I wanted to give him a heads up about the two naked chicks so he could stay the fuck away. Sure, I’d sent him a text, but who knew if he’d read it.

  As I shut the door to the bathroom, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but feel like I looked bad. I know it was silly and whatever, but I had the sudden urge to fix myself. Nothing much, maybe just give myself some abs, you know, things like that.

  I quickly made my way out of the bathroom and toward my room as I carefully fished my pen and paper out of my pants while being as quiet as possible.

  Once I got back to the bathroom, I used it to make a few alterations to my body. Okay, more than a few because when I was done, I realized that even Jason Momoa would look like a runt next to me, and I was pretty sure the phrase people would use to describe dick size would be “hung like Roger Stevens.”

  Pleased with my new body with its washboard abs, I turned on the hot water and started to get in the shower.

  My phone started ringing. I stopped myself, foot halfway into the shower, and wished I had left my phone on silent. Still, if it was Marty…

  I tried to read the screen, but unfortunately, I couldn’t see anything from my vantage point. Sighing, I removed myself from the shower, made my way over to the phone, and grabbed it. Only the number was unknown. That was strange. I hit the answer button and put it to my ear.

  “Hello?” I said.

  “Roger?” Gail, the cheerleader from the game where I’d made the half-court shot replied. “Is that you?”

  “Um… yeah, why are you calling me?” I asked, confused.

  “I haven’t been able to get ahold of Lisa, and Travis won’t answer his phone. I got really worried, so a couple of us went to her work and stuff, but they said she left with you and Marty.” There was an overlong pause. “Is she there?”

  “No. I haven’t seen her since Marty took her home.” I shrugged even though she couldn’t see it.

  “Oh.” She took a deep breath. “Well, now I feel stupid.”

  “Um… why?” I asked, confused.

  “Open your door.”

  “Are you outside my apartment?” I asked, confused.

  “Yes.” There was a lot of shame in that word.

  “Why?” I asked, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my waist. “How did you even know where I lived?”

  “We all know where Marty lives…” She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “That’s why I’m here, actually. We thought Marty might be taking advantage of Lisa. She’s kind of dumb about guys…” Another long pause. “So…”

  “This is an intervention?” I asked, somewhat amused.

  “Yes.” She sighed.

  “Well, she’s not here,” I said, shrugging again like an idiot.

  “I know you’re probably not lying, but would you just let me check?” she pleaded. “I’d really appreciate it, Roger. If she was there and I…”

  “If she was here, and I was lying, I wouldn’t let you in,” I said, heading toward the door. “But I’m not, so you can check.” I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

  Gail was standing there still dressed in her cheerleading uniform, and despite her jacket looked like she was freezing. Her long hair fell down her back, disappearing from view as her green eyes fixed on me. For a moment, it looked like she was going to say something, but instead, she just stood there, mouth half open in shock.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, waving a hand at her.

  “Whoa,” Gail said, mouth falling open as she came back to reality so suddenly it was like someone had rebooted her system. “Dude, you need to go shirtless fucking forever.” She swallowed. Hard. Then licked her lips. “How is that body even real? Like I knew you smelled good from when I kissed your cheek, but I had no idea what you were hiding that beneath your clothes.”

  “I thought you were gonna check on your friend,” I said, turning away and letting her in. I’m not sure why, but I suddenly felt pretty self-conscious about my rock hard abs and pecs. Chris Hemsworth didn’t have shit on me, and maybe that was bad.

  “Right. Of course.” She blinked a couple times as she stepped through the door. Then she scrunched up her nose. “Jesus, it smells like sex in here. And not normal sex, but fucking amazing hot, heavy sex.”

  “Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” I shrugged, and she watched the movement, eyes roaming hungrily over me. “I had some company, but they’re asleep.” I probably should have felt embarrassed, but I just didn’t. This chick was barging in on me, after all.

  “They’re asleep?” she asked as she followed me toward the hallway, pausing to glance in the kitchen as though Lisa and Marty might be fucking in the sink.

  “Got worn out. I’m something of a sex god now.” I sighed. I wasn’t sure why I was being like this at all. I actually kind of liked Gail, but at the same time, the whole barging in on me and passing judgment thing was a bad move.

  “A sex god…” she murmured, voice slightly far off as she stepped into the hallway.

  “Yeah. It’s a hard life.” I shrugged. “I go for a long time and have a giant penis.” I smiled. “Orgasms take a lot out of a woman, or so they tell me.”

  “Are you fucking with me?” she asked, voice tinged with curiosity as I approached Marty’s door.

  “No.” I pointed at his door. “That’s Marty’s room.”

  “I’ll just take a quick peek,” she said, stepping past me, her skirt brushing across my towel-wrapped thigh as she glanced through the open door, and as she leaned over, I suddenly had some very bad thoughts run through my mind. “You’re right, she’s not there.”

  “I know.” I smiled at her, wondering if there was a way I could get her into bed. After all, this was the head cheerleader at my school, and the subject of more than a few of my, um, daydreams. Sure, I could use my pen, but I didn’t want to. No, I wanted to come up with a way to get her on my own.

  “Were you going to take a shower or something?” She watched me like she was envisioning me wash myself, which was a tad off. “Or do you just always walk around wearing just a towel? Because if that’s the case, I may drop by more often.”

  “Not usually just a towel. I was gonna take a shower.” I gestured down at myself. “You know how I normally dress.”

  Gail flushed hard and looked away. “How do I know she’s not in that room?” Gail pointed at the room across the way. My room.

  “She’s not, and normally I’d let you check, but um… there are two very naked women in there, and I don’t think they’d appreciate having you see them like that.” I shrugged. “I think I’ve been more than amenable, so you’ll just have to take my word on this.”

  “I guess I can trust you.” She tapped her chin. “You have any idea where they are? Marty and Lisa? I tried calling them both, but neither of them answered.”

  “No idea,” I said. It was true. Marty had never revealed where he took girls, but I knew it didn’t usually have cell reception. I think that was part of the idea.

  “Could I maybe wait for them here? I assume he’d come back here, right?” she asked, moving toward the couch in the living room and flopping down on it before I could reply.

  “Wouldn’t it make more sense to wait at Lisa’s house?” I asked, watching her carefully. Part of me was fine with it. If she waited, I could think about how to seduce her.

  “Mina is at Lisa’s right now. If she shows up there first, I’ll
get a call.” She flashed me her cell phone. “I mean, it’s either you let me wait here.” She patted the couch. “Or I wait in my car, and its cold out.” She did a fake shiver. “Brrrr…”

  “I feel like you’re fucking with me.” I shook my head. This was perfect. If she waited while I took a shower, I could think of a plan. “Whatever, wait on the couch and don’t go in my room.” I turned to head to the shower. “There’s wine in the kitchen. I’m gonna take a shower, and I’ll be back to keep you company.”

  “I’ll just be here.” She nodded at me.

  “Great,” I said, trying to ignore a sudden bit of worry. There was the chance Miss Montgomery or Amy would wake up and find her there, but they’d been pretty worn out. I doubted they’d be up anytime soon. Or at least I hoped they wouldn’t. Besides, it made me feel like a dick asking her to wait outside. She’d always been more or less nice to me.

  Heading back into the bathroom, I shut the door and tossed the towel on the toilet seat. The room had filled with steam, and the heat felt good against my skin as I slipped into the shower. I wasn’t even sure how long it’d been since I’d washed. A day maybe? But either way, as the warm water pelted my skin, it felt like heaven. And I’d just had a threesome.

  “My life is insane,” I mumbled, leaning my head against the cool tile and letting the water hit me.

  Only, as I stood there, I heard the door open.

  “Who is it?” I asked, and while there was a response, I didn’t really hear it thanks to the water rushing over my head.

  I pulled myself out of the spray as a flash of cold hit me like someone had stepped through the shower curtain. Before I could turn around, hands reached around me and ran over my abs as a pair of breasts pressed into my back.

  “Oh. It feels even better than it looks,” Gail said, and the sound of her body nearly made me freeze.

  “Gail?” I asked, sure I was confused as she ran her hands over my pecs.

  “Yes?” she breathed heavily into my neck.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, turning around and finding myself staring at the lithe blonde. Her green eyes were full of hunger. Her pink nipples stood at attention as water cascaded over her breasts and ran down her tight abdomen.

  “I checked your room.” She flushed. “I know you told me not to, but I saw the two girls.” She bit her lip, unsure of herself. “I don’t think you’re lying.”

  “What?” I asked, taking a step back. It was weird because she was hot as hell, but at the same time, she’d snuck into my shower after looking in my room after I’d asked her not to. If this situation were reversed, I’d be pretty fucking unwelcome.

  “I don’t think you’re lying about being a sex god.” She looked me up and down hungrily. “And now I know you weren’t lying about the big dick thing either. That’s just… massive.” She gestured at me. “Truth is, those girls looked like they got fucked good and proper. I’ve never been with a guy that could do that…” She took a step toward me, reaching out to touch me. As her fingers closed around my arm, she inhaled sharply. “I also never realized how goddamned delicious you look. Like a fucking firemen of New York calendar.” She took a deep breath. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “I’m flattered,” I said, still kind of angry, but admittedly, as I stared at her naked body, I was having a hard time staying that way. “But you can’t just get into my shower with me.”

  “Do you want me to leave? Because I really don’t want to leave,” she said, dropping to her knees until she was eye level with little me. “I don’t even know if I can wrap my hand around it.” She reached out toward my dick with one hand but stopped just shy of touching me.

  “What do you want to do?” I said, looking down at her, every fantasy I’d ever had about her rushing through my mind.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, looking up at me, green eyes full of confusion. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  “You came into my shower. You’re on your knees in front of me. Tell me what you want to do.” I smiled at her. “With words.”

  “I… um—”

  “If you can’t say it, you can just leave.” I pointed to the curtain, but she never looked away from me. That was good because I really didn’t want her to leave. I mostly just wanted her to admit she wanted to fuck me, crazy as it sounded.

  “I want you to take me,” she said, flushing scarlet.

  “Take you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Take you where?”

  “Why are you making me do this? I’m like right here. You know what I want.” She reached out toward my cock again, and I stepped back until my back was pressed against the cool tile wall. Water hit her full on, cascading down her athletic body. It was magical.

  “Then you should have no trouble saying it,” I said, shrugging before I turned around and reached for the shampoo bottle.

  “I want you to fuck me, Roger,” she squeaked from behind me. “Make me feel like those other two women did. Fill me with that huge cock.”

  I turned around and looked at her. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “Please.”

  “Then suck my dick.” I stood there, wondering what she’d do.

  Well, I started to wonder because a second later she had her pretty lips wrapped around my cock. I’ll say this, while she wasn’t as good at it as Amy or Miss Montgomery, she was certainly energetic enough to get me hard.

  “You’re so big,” she said, pulling off of me a moment later. “I don’t even know if this is gonna fit.”

  “Guess we’ll find out,” I said as I grabbed her by the back of the head and guided her back onto me. I’m not even sure if she responded because if she did, I didn’t hear it.

  The whole thing was weird because I’d literally jerked off to Gail a hundred times before, and now here she was sucking me off. Even crazier, she wanted me to fuck her.

  “Are you ready?” I asked, pulling her off of me and meeting her eyes.

  “I’m pretty wet if that’s what you’re asking.” She took a deep breath, one hand reaching down and running through the patch of blonde between her legs. She held up two slick fingers, but since we were in the shower, I couldn’t tell what it was from. Still, I trusted her to know her body.

  “Then turn around,” I said, and she nodded, getting to her feet and bending over so her forearms were resting against the far wall. I stared down at her and couldn’t believe my good fortune. I’d written literally nothing about her, and while I wasn’t sure if this was a residual effect from something, I didn’t care.

  This was the head cheerleader, and she wanted me to fuck her. I wasn’t going to pass it up.

  Carefully guiding myself toward her, I rubbed my tip up and down along her slick folds. She moaned, thrusting back toward me, but I didn’t let her have it yet. Instead, I teased her until she looked back, fixing me with lust-filled eyes.

  “Just fuck me, Roger. Please. I need you inside me.”

  “Well, how can I say no to that?” I replied, and as I pushed the tip inside her, I realized she was so tight I could barely fit. Even still, the feeling was nearly indescribable. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I grabbed onto her hips and tried to force my way in.

  “Not so fast. You’re too big. Just go slow,” she cried out as she scooted forward, causing pleasure to ripple up my body and a moan to escape my lips.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I gasped, reaching down to rub her while I stood in place, careful not to go any further. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but at the same time, I wasn’t quite used to being so well endowed. Maybe I’d overdone it a touch with the pen.

  “No, but maybe just let me ease back? Would that be okay?” she said, and when I nodded, she bit her lip and slid forward until just the tip was inside her. Then she slowly rocked back sort of working her hips in a circular motion like she was trying to stretch herself around me until she was just beyond where she had been before.

  We continued li
ke that, her inching her way back along my cock, and each movement felt so damned good, I fought not to grab her hips and ram my way inside her. But I didn’t. Because I was a gentleman like that.

  23

  An hour later, I’d tucked Gail into Marty’s bed since mine was otherwise occupied, and as she drifted off to sleep, I rubbed my face with my hands. Part of me couldn’t believe this was my life now, but most of me? Most of me didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do when Amy and Miss Montgomery woke up.

  What would they think of Gail? Would things be okay? Would it all blow up in my fucking face? I wasn’t sure, but I could fix things with the stroke of a pen.

  Only, I didn’t want to be that guy. Not even slightly. I mean, I liked having sex with these girls, and while I knew I hadn’t done a damn thing with the pen to get Gail, part of me wondered if they liked me for who I was, for what I was.

  Admittedly, another part of me didn’t really care.

  Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes and counted to ten. I was tired, but not as tired as I should have been, so when I opened my eyes, I decided to try to figure out who the fuck was after me. They didn’t seem affected by the pen, and that was bad. Really bad.

  Doing my best to move from the room without disturbing the naked cheerleader, I crept into my own room and grabbed my laptop, pausing only briefly to note how both the girls there were still sound asleep.

  It was crazy because I should have been exhausted, but I just wasn’t. Was it because of what I’d done with the pen? Part of the whole body thing, maybe?

  I wasn’t sure, but part of me knew one thing. While having a big dick was fun, it wasn’t as fun as I thought it’d be. The whole experience with Gail had taught me I needed to be a little smaller because, well, a horse had nothing on me.

  Resolving to fix that issue and reduce my size to say Ron Jeremy proportions, I put my laptop on the kitchen table and fished my pen out of the pocket of my track pants. I wrote a few quick notes, so I’d have the perfect dick size.