I closed my eyes and soon felt his hot breath against my cheek. When I opened my eyes I saw his gorgeous smile only inches away. He stopped moving and let go of my legs, letting them dangle off the side of the bed. His elbows were down on the bed as he hovered over me. His hands moved to my hair just as his own hair floated down from his shoulders, landing around my face.
Tyler pressed deep inside me and held still. His lips soon locked against mine. His tongue licked me gently, just inside my lips, teasing me with its subtle exploration.
I wrapped my arms around his back, rubbing my hands all around. When I grabbed his sculpted ass, he chuckled and moved his face.
His mouth was at my ear. “I love you.”
I kissed his cheek.
He raised his head only slightly, looking deep in my eyes. “Say it. Please say it.”
If only he’d asked me a few minutes earlier. It had to be special. The sounds of Michael and Joan laughing and moaning were not things I wanted to attach to this special event, even if I was the only one who remembered it later. I just gave him a sad look and wished he could read my mind.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, smiling. He gave my lips a quick, wet kiss. “I’ll hear it someday.”
Our tender moment was interrupted by the sudden shaking of the bed. We turned our attention to Michael, who was now completely naked, standing up, pounding the hell out of a screaming Joan.
“Yeah, that’s right!” Michael shouted in between breaths. “Watch and learn.”
Tyler grinned and pushed himself back up to a standing position. In seconds he cradled my thighs, holding them open. “You can’t teach me nothin’.” He winked and blew me a kiss.
I laughed. Michael had no idea how competitive Tyler was. I wouldn’t be able to walk until after Christmas…
“You’re the best, baby!” I yelled as Tyler slammed me mercilessly.
Joan emitted a constant, piercing shriek, obviously unprepared for what Michael was giving her. I would’ve laughed if I had control of my body. I made myself scream Tyler’s name to make him feel good and help him win this ‘competition,’ if there truly was one. But mostly, with these two tall, well-built guys were so aggressively attacking my bed, all I did was bounce and moan.
I only let my eyes wander to Michael a few times. I knew Tyler was watching me, but I couldn’t help myself. It was hot to watch Michael fuck. But it was Tyler’s birthday, and I was his. I moaned, reacting loudly to everything he did.
It didn’t take long for both of them to finish. I closed my eyes and relaxed, appreciating the calm mattress beneath me.
Tyler landed in a heap beside me, sweating, wheezing a bit as he gasped for air.
I heard footsteps and forced my eyes open. Joan and Michael, each only half-dressed, walked to the door. Michael was breathing about as heavy as Tyler, but he was somehow able to walk. I could already imagine the obsessive phone calls about Michael’s relationship status and speculation about his feelings, but I was too tired to let myself think about the repercussions.
Tired and happy. That’s what I was.
I asked, softly, “Did you have a good birthday, baby?”
He managed to chuckle between breaths, then say, “Best ever.”
Tyler
Friday, January 7, 2011
11:34 am
“Sorry you had to come all the way out here.” Leroy handed me an envelope with a check inside.
“No, no. It’s okay. Rather not have it get lost,” I said. Important pieces of mail had a way of going missing around my roommates. Besides, our mail was held at the post office over break. On Monday it would be a free-for-all at the mail pile on the kitchen counter.
“I understand.” He chuckled. “You know, if you worked for me full time I’d have you on direct deposit.”
“I know.”
“You decide about grad school yet? Hate to think I’m gonna lose you in May. Startin’ to get a few more o’ those bid jobs.” He blew out a sharp whistle. “That’s some good money.”
“I might have an answer for you real soon.” It all depended on my future with Susie. I was officially enrolled to start in the fall but I had plenty of time to withdraw by the deadline in April. If she was staying in town after graduation in the spring, then I was staying another year for grad school. If her plans were to move? I’d find some other way to be with her. We didn’t have to move to Montana, but maybe I could get her to move there someday, somehow. My heart raced as I thought about it.
Truth be told, when Leroy called to tell me my check was ready, I was just glad to have somewhere to go. It was the day Susie and I had waited for since October. The disappointing phone call about her layover came that morning. Her plane would arrive at noon the next day, provided there was no more inclement weather.
How had I not planned for a layover? I always planned for everything. In hindsight, I should have scheduled the big day for the fourth or fifth instead of the seventh. A few days were all it would have taken to give us some flexibility and still give us the whole weekend to let our bodies get reacquainted after not seeing each other for almost two weeks.
I wasn’t worried about the secrets she wanted to confess. Sure, there’d be a few surprises, and maybe she’d shed a few tears, but I planned to follow it with a trip up to the room she showed me on my birthday. We barely got to use it before I left for break because I was too tired from working twelve hour days at Leroy’s shop. It was so unfair.
Leroy and his wife invited me to stay for dinner after I picked up my check, but my mind was already miles down the road. I peeled out of the driveway with my check folded in my coat pocket and my destination certain, even if it made me feel sleazy. It was my fault; I forgot my laptop. I was in so much of a hurry to come back here and see my woman that I left it in my room, along with a few other things I needed. Overnight shipping didn’t matter. Hopefully Susie would be back by then anyway.
In the meantime, I was horny and frustrated and I desperately missed her. My excitement about this day had built for weeks, which made my disappointment that much worse. The night before, like most nights, Susie helped me get off over the phone. I assumed the next time I got off it would be at her house.
On my way to Leroy’s I spotted a place just off the main road: Adult Mega Superstore. Ever since I got my first computer when I was 14, I had no use for porn I couldn’t access via the Internet. Hiding it was too much trouble with a mom as nosy as mine.
I cringed when my tires hit that gravel parking lot. But this is what guys like me did before the Internet, right? I hadn’t been to one of these stores since high school. My friends and I thought we were so cool that day.
I parked the car around the side of the building and let my forehead hit the steering wheel. Why didn’t I check my room just one last time before I left home?
Don’t be a pussy. Be a man and walk inside that store.
Thankfully, I had a few elastic bands in my pocket. I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail and hid it under my coat. Why did it have to be the middle of the day? And why was it so fucking bright and sunny outside?
I knew it was stupid to be so paranoid. There was almost no traffic that afternoon. And so what if someone saw me? It was manly to buy porn, right? I nodded, trying to convince myself.
I took a deep breath and opened the door. Right then, a small red Toyota entered the lot and parked to my right.
I closed my door, waiting. It was another guy about my age. He opened his door and walked quickly through the gravel lot to the door with no hesitation. He was all business. I got the impression he’d been there before because he had it right--get out of the car, head straight for the entrance.
Inspired, I opened my door without looking around to see if any other cars were pulling in. I didn’t run, but I walked as fast as I could, my boots crunching against the gravel.
Soon, I was inside. The only other person I immediately saw was the guy with shaggy hair who walked in before me. He nodded slightly in
my direction, making no eye contact.
The first room had rows and rows of DVDs. My initial glance told me the left side of the room was not for the heterosexual, so I turned to the right, maintaining a good distance from the other guy.
None of the selections held my interest for more than a few seconds. Shit, what had that girl done to me? I started to look for women with bigger tits.
I craned my neck to see what the other guy was looking at. Seemed like we had the same interests. He was taking his sweet time, picking up the cases and carefully reading their back covers. I decided to give him some privacy and circle back around a few minutes later. I walked past him to a beaded curtain and pushed my way through.
This room had magazines. Tons of magazines. A man my height with dreadlocks the length and color of my hair took a break from re-stocking the shelves to talk to me.
“Let me know if I can help you find something,” he said.
“Thanks.”
Dreadlock guy was too calm. At least he seemed that way, compared to me. It freaked me out that he offered to help so quickly. But when I looked around, I could see why. There were an overwhelming number of options. I saw magazines for fetishes I’d never even heard of.
As I walked past him, I smelled weed. No wonder he was so calm and happy. Must be great to work at a place where you can smoke on the job.
He turned around slowly to look at me, his eyes a little bloodshot. “You know there’s a head shop in that room behind the counter.” He pointed behind me.
I laughed. “Thanks.” Was there something about me that screamed ‘I’m looking for a head shop?’ Then I realized what I could buy for Susie as a late Christmas present. I instantly felt better about my decision to stop there. I exhaled for what felt like the first time since my car hit the parking lot.
It took a little while but I finally found a section that appealed to me. The women on the covers had full bodies and huge breasts. Names like ‘Super Titties’ and ‘Trashy Lady’ were hilariously tacky, but the pictures on the covers could sure as hell make me overlook the names. I picked up the magazine closest to me. It was called ‘Big and Bouncy.’ And I was more than a little embarrassed to touch it.
I’ll need to have a bonfire when it’s time to get rid of these things.
The redhead wearing lingerie on the front was plump and sexy, and I hoped to see her naked somewhere in those pages. Her tits weren’t as big as Susie’s but they would do nicely.
Right away, I felt bad for looking at the magazine. I didn’t want a substitute; I only wanted her. But I smiled when I thought about our conversation the previous night. I could tell from her tone that she missed me as much as I missed her.
I was just about to put the magazine down and go to the back room to buy Susie a new bong, but the redhead on the cover of the magazine intrigued me.
What kind of a ridiculous name was ‘Big and Bouncy’? These women deserved to be elevated to a much higher status, not treated like a joke.
I thumbed mindlessly through the pages. The pictures were a lot better than I expected from a periodical with such a degrading name. I kept telling myself I needed to stop looking through it, but each picture begged me to turn another page.
My thoughts of putting ‘Big and Bouncy’ back on the shelf stopped when I came to a series of pictures of a man and a woman fucking. I wanted to see it on video. Was the lady in this picture 'bouncy'? Mmm… I thought about how nicely Susie bounced when I fucked her. Those tits moving chaotically… that fleshy ass jiggling just right when I took her from behind… Susie’s body was just about the size of this woman’s. Hourglass shape, a good amount of padding in all the right places… heavy enough to feel her weight on top of me but light enough to throw around and get her in just the right position…
Okay, maybe I’m sold on ‘Big and Bouncy.’
A few pages later I turned to a spread with two women in lingerie facing each other, not touching. One of them had long, straight blond hair. The other had flowing, dark, wavy hair.
I looked around the store and suddenly felt self-conscious about taking so much time, but the moment quickly passed. I turned the page to see what happened next. The brunette was already naked from the top up. She threw her head back as the blonde fondled her breasts.
On the next page, the blonde the brunette’s breast in her mouth and her hand between her legs. I saw the blonde’s name was Lori Silver. The brunette was named Candy Melons. What a stupid fucking name.
I blinked a few times and focused on Candy. She really reminded me of Susie except she had dark hair and dark eyes, and she wasn’t quite as pale. But otherwise, it was like I’d found her twin. It made me miss her even more. I remembered the night she told me she didn’t look like anyone else in her family. Maybe she was adopted and this Candy person was her real sister. Maybe it was one of her secrets. I chuckled to myself.
I turned to the next page. Candy sat on a bench with Lori on her knees in front of her. Candy’s mouth was slightly open. It was the first picture where she clearly faced the camera. Her bright red lips looked full and soft. Her beautiful dark eyes bore deep into mine.
I inhaled a hard rush of air and almost dropped the magazine.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
From that angle, I would’ve known that face anywhere. My entire body went numb.
This woman's name wasn’t Candy Melons. It was Susanna Lombardi.
How did I not recognize her from the three pictures I’d already seen? The body in those pictures was obviously hers.
I felt like I might pass out from forgetting to breathe. Was this one of the many things I had waited so long to hear about?
I took a deep breath in and blew it out slowly. The picture had me mesmerized. It was like seeing her again for the first time, only now she wore a wig and too much makeup.
What was I supposed to think? Did this explain her mysterious trips? Was she doing this again somewhere over the break?
Maybe it wasn’t her. Those eyes looked too naturally brown. Susie’s eyes were gray, sometimes changing to a deep blue. This girl had a darker complexion. Could colored contacts and a wig make a person look that much different?
No, I was wrong. This was just someone who looked like her. Maybe her long lost sister. Stranger things have happened, right?
The faint smell of weed suddenly flooded the air around me. I looked around to see Dreadlock Guy approaching.
“You okay, man?” he asked. “You been starin’ at that for a while.”
“Oh. Sorry.” I seriously lost track of time. “So there’s a head shop in the back?” I felt better knowing the picture might not be Susie. My thoughts turned to buying her a Christmas bong.
“Uh-huh. Thought you might be interested in the back room.” He laughed the slow stoner’s laugh as he walked closer.
“Sorry I’ve been holding this so long. I’m gonna buy it.”
He focused on the magazine as he stood next to me. “Whoa, who’re you lookin’ at?” He reached down to the shelf and found another copy of ‘Big and Bouncy.’ He opened it and flipped through some pages. “It’s this girl. Am I right?” He pointed at Candy Melons in the first picture of the series.
“Uh-huh.”
“Mmm... yeah.” He smiled and nodded in slow motion. “We get, like, at least one guy every couple months comin’ in here to find her.” He turned to me, his eyes glassy and huge. “She lives over in Lockwood. She’s cool as shit.”
So much for the long lost sister theory. I was, indeed, looking at a picture of the woman I'd fallen in love with. And I was pretty sure I was in shock.
He stared at her picture, his head bobbing in a slow, hypnotic nod. Then he closed ‘Big and Bouncy’ and reached for something else. I didn’t see the name of the magazine before he opened it. He flipped through it quickly and smiled as he shoved it my way.
A full page, just her. Just like she sat on the couch that first night we were together. A crazy thought I had that night came rushing back to
me: ‘she looks like a picture in a trashy porno magazine.’ Maybe I really did have those special Indian powers she was always teasing me about.
How had I not seen this all along? Was I just that stupid? It all came together for me, memories rushing all at once. I could count at least four guys who’d asked her ‘don’t I know you from somewhere?’ in the weeks since we’d met.
And I’d never known any woman so confident in her body. No wonder Kate’s comments always bounced right off of her. How could you be offended by someone as immature as Kate when you probably got to fly around the world, making money because of the way you looked?
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