Trust

by Alice May Ball

  I ordered the food for about an hour and a half later.

  Seated in front of the mirror, damp towel across my shoulders, my hair hanging wet like rat tails, I couldn’t have felt less glamorous. This absolutely delicious, young, fit, vigorous man was here in my bedroom, smelling all dark and heavenly, his body right next to me, and there was I looking like an upturned bowl of noodles. Max’s strong fingers massaged my scalp, though, and that felt divine.

  My head in his hands, he tilted my face upward and said, “Mrs. Harper, you look fantastic, just like this. I shouldn’t do your hair at all. Except that you couldn’t go out without getting arrested.”

  In the mirror, I looked to check that he was just giving me hairstylist flim-flam. The front of his jeans looked considerably tighter than they had before, and they appeared much fuller. They bulged forward. I tried not to stare at that fullness and as I tried not to stare at it, without success, it seemed to fill out even more.

  “Would you like a massage before we do your hair?”

  I hesitated, and his fingers slid to my throat. I looked at his reflection in the mirror, his lip was curling and his eyes were intense. My throat was tight and my stomach fluttered. He reached into his bag for a comb, and I saw a big, lipstick-shaped pink item.

  I said, “Is that a…”

  “A powered therapeutic stimulator, yes, it is, Mrs. Harper.”

  His face was next to mine in the mirror now.

  “Would you like powered therapeutic stimulation before I do you, Mrs. Harper?”

  We both giggled.

  “Max, it looks like you have a number of things in your bag there that aren’t obviously hair-related.”

  A rosy glow began bloom on to Max’s cheeks and his reflection looked up shyly at me. Another peek into Max’s bag of tricks revealed, not only some interesting-looking toys, but several were still in their packaging.

  “Max, did you buy those on the way here?” As he looked up at me, he dropped the comb. It fell into the front of my red blouse and landed with its pointy tail stuck into the front of my bra.

  As it poked out between my breasts, I looked slowly up at Max’s reflection, as he was looking slowly from my cleavage back up to me and as our eyes met each other’s reflections, a spark ran from my belly and through my body. Our heads turned and our eyes searched each other’s. My throat was tight and my mouth was dry.

  “Oops.” It slipped out in a low whisper. Max’s lip trembled and I tasted his breath as he said,

  “Oops.”

  “You’d better get your comb.”

  As his hand went into the front of my blouse, our lips brushed together. I sighed. The point of his warm tongue licked my lips, and as his hand touched my breast, my arms went up around his neck.

  Our mouths joined and we met in the long, soft, deep well of a kiss. His fingers crept inside my bra and on my breast, my nipples tingled and swelled. We kissed again, slowly but hungrily. I pulled him to me, wanting to be wrapped in this beautiful, vigorous young man.

  To be wrapped in him and to wrap him in me. His firm chest against my soft breasts, our bodies moved and stretched to fit to each other. He turned, I rose, we entwined. I felt the heat and the pulse of him and my head swam in his perfume and musk. He was considerate, almost shy.

  I spread my shoulders back and he moved to explore my breasts. As he did, I pulled his shirt out of his jeans and undid it. His firm, toned chest pressed against mine and drew pangs of delicious yearning from me. I wanted to feel him all over, and I wanted him against me all over, and inside me all over. Every part of me was hungry for him.

  He kissed my neck, so sweetly. And all down my throat so I moaned and had to press my lips together. He freed my hot breasts from the bra and my pulse raced. In my panties now was a roiling liquid fire. The scent of it hit my nostrils, and it must have hit his at the same time, as he pressed his mouth to my stomach, and licked and kissed me.

  He cupped my breast as he sucked rhythmically on my nipple, until I could hardly bear it and I cried out. Then he moved and did the same thing to the other breast. The gorgeous bastard. I felt the curve of his pert, taut butt, and the rippling tension under my hand as his buttocks clenched and flexed.

  His mouth came back to mine and we locked in a wet tongue tango that lit fires in my thighs and my breasts. The wetness and the buzzing heat in my panties made me squirm and yearn, and our mouths connected the rising pulse of our breaths.

  My hands sunk into the front of Max’s jeans and down the warmth of his velvety skin. His hands were lifting my skirt, sliding up along my thighs. Gasps of thrill fluttered from my chest. His face slid down my body, wetting and suckling on my breasts, making them bounce as he licked them from beneath.

  Cool air made gentle shocks against the heat at the tops of my thighs as Max pushed my skirt further and further up and his fingers found the sides of my panties, teasing the swollen and trembling lips of my aching sex.

  His tongue moved on, down my stomach, playing in my navel, and his head came to rest in between my legs. His hot breath fanned my thighs and the thin, wet fabric of my panties. He sighed and inhaled deeply and I moaned. His lips caressed my thighs all the way to the tops, all the way up and down from the cheeks of my ass to the buzzing heat below my mound. Soft and wet, he kissed and licked the skin above my panties, then traced the sides, and then lapped and wet my panties even more.

  Waves of thrilling pleasure shook me. Through the little stretch of sheer fabric, his lips found the hood over my clit, and he blew cool air on it. Then he sucked, and I moaned long and low as my thighs clenched around his head and a column of thrill built inside me, from my puss through my ass and all the way up to my nipples, my throat, and along my legs.

  I hung from the front of the chair, my knees dangling toward the floor as my sex ached to be closer and further into his hot, wet, muscular lips and his eager, sliding, pressing tongue. I wanted him to devour me, to take me into his soft mouth, to swallow me.

  Max’s fingers slid under my panties and teased my lips, and I was starting to come. The air on my opening told me that his tongue would come and I shook. His wet lips and tongue found me and slid from my clit to my ass, and his fingers were inside me.

  My puss clamped on his fingers as they pushed and burrowed up and into me. My hips pressed on Max’s hand and his tongue lapped and beat on my clit and my climax frothed and spilled over like milk overheating in a pan.

  Max’s strong fingers pressed harder and faster into me and his mouth was faster on my clit. His tongue flicked the bottom of my swelling, buzzing clit and my back arched as my hands pulled him into me more.

  Orgasm kindled, flickered and smoldered inside me, bubbling and surging like magma. It forced its way up and splashed and burst through me. It shook my legs, it burst in my breasts, and it howled out in my voice. Max pressed on, even harder, even faster, even more and my waves of climax burst and crashed as I cried out,

  “Yes, yes. Max! YES. YESSSSSS!” I came and I came and I gushed in Max’s hand and in his mouth. Max moaned sweetly.

  I curled my body over him and around him, I hugged him, I licked and kissed him. I wanted to eat him. I held him. We rocked together.

  The doorbell rang.

  Reluctantly and lethargically, I pulled my clothes together as best I could. As I stood, one of my shoes came off and I went to the door with it in my hand. Passing a mirror on the way to the door, I saw my hair, still damp and utterly disheveled, my red blouse mostly untucked from my skewed and unkempt skirt, two buttons hardly holding it together. My eyes and mouth were still red and wild as I opened the door.

  A smart, neat, dark-haired elfin boy stood in a white shirt and pleated white pants with a carrier bag in his hand. His eyes widened and his tongue flicked around his lips. He stood, half holding the bag toward me and his mouth slowly fell open. He looked so deliciously sweet that I smiled.

  “Yes?”

  “Um… ah, ah, are you, um,” he swallowed and looked at a t
icket on the bag, “er, are you Mrs. Harper?”

  “I am.”

  “I have a… um, I have a Pad Thai with prawns, red curry and green curry, jasmine rice and, er…”

  Thai food, of course. I laughed and he probably thought he’d been sent to the home of a mad woman.

  “Come in, won’t you? Bring it into the kitchen for me while I grab my purse.” And I opened the door and stood aside to let him in.

  The boy’s look was elfish and he hesitated. Then he slid by me and he let out a nervous giggle as he did, his eyes leaping all over my incomplete state of dress and the shoe in my hand. As I closed the door to follow him into the kitchen, Max came out.

  He’d made a slightly better job of restoring his clothing, but his black shirt was mostly open and his fastidiously streaked and gelled hair was mussed. The cute delivery boy put the sack of food on the kitchen counter. Max had a distinct look of hunger, and he wasn’t looking at the food.

  “Hi, I’m Max. I’m Mrs. Harper’s hairdresser.”

  “Oh? I’m Bobby.” Bobby looked over at me and then back to Max, “Do people pay much for you to do hair like that?” Then he blushed looking back to me, “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t mean, um… I mean it looks terrific. Really, Mrs. Harper, you look,” his eyes went from my hair, down my neck, over my hardly covered breasts, and on down to my ruffled skirt.

  He gulped. His sentence seemed to have run him into a place that he couldn’t maneuver out of. His cheeks reddened.

  Max had a wicked glint in his eye and he said, “Do you know how to do hair like that?”

  Bobby said, “I could make a guess, but I thought that you hairdressers were all gay.”

  “That’s bullshit.” Max said and he strode toward the boy. He looked him over as he walked around him, sniffing theatrically. “Lots of us are bi.”

  “Oh,” Bobby swallowed again, “So, do you suck cock, or not?”

  “Depends on the cock.”

  “How about mine?”

  “Don’t know. Show me.”

  I caught the sparks that were jumping between the two boys. Max was eager and although Bobby was unsure, he was clearly stimulated. The blush in his cheeks was spreading and deepening, and there was an obvious tension between the two men. Max breathed deeply as Bobby looked between Max and me.

  I said, “Maybe I should leave you guys to it, let me get out of your hair.”

  Bobby’s eyes popped and he said, “No WAY, Mrs. Harper. Don’t leave me alone with this monster, who knows what he might do to me. ”

  Max smiled and he said, “Oh, dream on. You’re just getting off on thinking about what you wish I’d do to you.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Get over here.”

  “I have to finish my shift.”

  “Got any more food with you that you need to deliver?”

  “N… no…”

  “Why don’t you call in? Say you want to finish early.” Bobby was breathing harder. Max went on, “Do you like to finish early, Bobby?”

  “Oh, no, Max. No, I like to come late. And Mrs. Harper, well, I hope you’ll forgive me.” Here it came. This was going to be the part where the gorgeous younger man tries to let the poor, deluded older woman down as gently as he can.

  Which usually comes with all the grace and savoir-faire of a cement mixer in a Japanese Zen garden. My teeth clenched and Bobby said, “No kidding, Mrs. Harper, you are one smoking hot babe.” He didn’t even say ’MILF’ or ’cougar.’ My thighs became watery as he continued.

  “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, Mrs. Harper, but I wanted to jump you the moment you opened the door. Your kooky hair-dude, though, I don’t know.” I said,

  “Don’t you like men, Bobby?”

  Bobby’s eyes gleamed.

  “Men, sure. Weirdo hair dudes, meh, not so much.”

  Max circled Bobby more closely as he said, “Well, what do you think makes you such a twink of the day, Bobby? Are you even old enough to have sex?”

  “Well, Max, my milkshake, you know? Brings all the boys to the yard. And I was n-n-nineteen last Thursday. So, a gift might be appropriate.”

  “Oh, Mrs. Harper, I’m sorry but I may have to teach this precocious little twink a lesson.”

  Bobby looked over at me with a grin stretching across his face. “Mrs. Harper, Mrs. Harper! I think your weirdo hair-dude may have developed an obsession. And look at how he’s drooling. Look, he’s prowling like an animal. See that feral look in his eye? I think he’s going to rape me!”

  As Max got closer, Bobby’s eyebrows shot up theatrically, and he made tiny, rapid nods with his head. “Mrs. Harper, you must stop him and save me!” and he made tiny, rapid shakes with his head.

  Max rounded on Bobby, catching him by the throat. The way he held Bobby’s head, his thumb under Bobby’s jaw, it did look kind of predatory. And while the look of lust in Bobby’s eye was a pretty unmistakable signal, the massive bulge in his pants was rock-hard evidence.

  The two boys looked into each other’s eyes, long and hard, and they were both panting.

  “Let’s see if you know what to do with a cock in your soft little baby-mouth, twink.”

  “Let’s see if you know how to stand up after I finish you off, in less time than it takes to boil an egg, hair-dude.”

  “Oh, I think I’d better skull-fuck you, and then destroy your little pink ass with my monster cock while Mrs. Harper watches.”

  “Yeah? I think I’m gonna suck and fuck you dry and then leave you for dead, while Mrs. Harper does just whatever the fuck she likes.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love to get Mrs. Harper all over your bony little self, wouldn’t you?”

  “You’ll find out in about ten minutes when you’re just a heap of rags peeking up from the rug. Or at least you would if you ever stopped talking. ’Sup, hair-dude, lost your wood?”

  The macho turbo-flirting was inflaming both Bobby and Max. The blush had spread from their cheeks to their necks, their lips were apart, their eyes flicked up and down on each other, and there were only inches between their hips and they couldn’t keep still. The heat and the scent was making me crazy.

  I wanted to jump on the two of them, plunge my hands into their jeans, pull and suck on both of their cocks and swallow them whole. I wanted to have them both in me, I wanted one up my ass and the other right in my puss. But right now, I really, really wanted to watch them. My breath was thick and heavy and my mouth was dry.

  Sunlight from the window dappled a glow over the two boys, as their tongues flicked out to meet and connect and their eyes widened dreamily while their mouths came together. Then their bodies wrapped against and around each other, Max almost enveloping Bobby.

  Their breathing has hard, heavy and noisy as they kissed long and deep and their hands explored each other’s bodies, pushing the shirts out, up, aside and away. Bobby’s chest and torso gleamed and rippled under Max’s large hands, and the two men groaned as they ground together and both found their way to each other’s belts.

  They pulled and yanked each other’s belts undone, then dragged each other’s zippers open, then their hands plunged into the backs to grip and hold and pull the clenching buttocks tighter and tighter together. As their hips ground with the fronts of their pants open, Bobby’s white shorts pressed against Max’s blue silk boxers and, underneath, the two big, hard snakes rubbed along each other’s length until Bobby’s shorts were dragged up by his cock to almost reach his navel.