by Ford, Mia
I texted her back.
Sure. Sounds fun. I’ll pick you up at six.
“Is that a text from the mystery girl?” Chuck asked as he got up to throw his trash away.
“Yeah, actually.”
Mystery girl. I liked that. Debbie was a bit of a mystery to me, or rather my infatuation (was that the right word?) with her was a mystery. I wanted so badly to just wrap her in my arms and declare my feelings to her.
And this feeling had never happened to me before so early into a relationship, if that was in fact what we had. Was it too early to say that? Was there a rule book about this sort of thing? If not, there should have been.
I laughed to myself as I walked back to my work station prepared to start the mind numbing boredom of my laboring day job. Four hours. No sweat. It would be over soon.
And then an evening of bliss could begin.
* * *
“Whoo!”
Debbie cheered loudly beside me clapping her hands high over her head and teetering back and forth on her feet. It was adorable how into the concert she was. And every time she jumped up and down I got a great look at her amazing ass jiggling in front of me.
“This is a great show!” I said excitedly in her ear leaning over her. I had my arms wrapped around her waist pulling her against me for a little bit of snuggle affection.
“Yeah, I’m so glad my cousin gave me these tickets,” Debbie replied before leaning back and giving me a swift kiss on the mouth.
Just that little bit was enough to make me even harder than I already was. Debbie had that effect on me. When I was with her my body just screamed at me to ravage her. She was so beautiful.
Besides being with Debbie, I was enjoying the concert. It had been at least a year since I’d seen a good show. It was actually a club show, which I’d always preferred. You could actually see the artists, interact with them a bit, and I just preferred the more intimate setting as opposed to a large, stage show.
The singer decided to take a quick break and was coming back for another set in about fifteen minutes. I guess he had just released a new album or he was writing some new stuff and a club show like this was the way he preferred to test out the new material.
I’d thought about getting back into songwriting lately. I used to play acoustic guitar and write songs when I was a teenager, but I’d decided that writing novels was more my calling. I didn’t see myself living the life of a musician. Travelling, lugging gear around, never being in one spot for long—all that just turned me off on it.
But I did miss the songwriting. That was something I decided I was going to get back into.
“I’m going to the restroom,” Debbie said. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here,” I said giving her a swift kiss.
She walked away glancing back with a smile. I held her gaze and a zillion naughty thoughts flashed through my mind. I’d been so horny lately. Ever since I’d tasted Debbie once, my body wanted her again and again.
And hopefully tonight I would have her once more.
I ordered another beer at the bar and sat down for a moment to drink it while I waited for Debbie. I figured she’d find me there, probably ready for another drink herself.
The bar was pretty crowded that night, which was typical when a club show was going on. But they had several bartenders working that night, all of them hustling to serve the demands of the eager crowd.
It was no accident that all of the bartenders were beautiful women. And they were all wearing revealing, low cut tank tops, and cut off denim shorts. And of course they were flirting with everybody raking up those tips.
Including me.
“How’s your night, handsome,” the bartender said as she brought me my beer.
“Good,” I replied.
I then grabbed my beer and turned away from her. I didn’t tip for beer. I’ve always had a weird thing about tipping. It’s not that I’m a cheapskate or anything, but I don’t believe in tipping someone who hands you a bottle. If I’d ordered a mixed drink and the bartender made it a bit stronger or extra awesome, then yeah I was a good tipper.
But not for a bottle and not for a fake flirt.
The show was about to resume and I saw a bunch of women coming out of the ladies room almost in a coordinated effort it seemed. It was kind of funny.
But I didn’t see Debbie.
I guessed she had been one of the last ones to go in.
As I sat there drinking my beer a really dirty thought entered my brain.
I decided that I wanted Debbie right then and there. And I saw no reason to not do this. I’d done it in public a few times over the years and so far had not been caught. It was always an exciting rush, the thought that you could be caught, the thought that this was wrong somehow—it all added up to an incredibly hot experience.
I wondered if Debbie had ever had the pleasure of doing it in public.
“Well, no time like the present to find out,” I said to myself sitting my mostly empty beer down on the bar.
I carefully made my way back to the restrooms trying not to draw any attention to myself, and after making sure that no one was looking at me, I stepped inside the restroom.
I was fairly certain I was going to see some women in there, gabbing in front of the mirror while fixing their makeup or something.
But luckily the restroom appeared mostly empty.
I casually strode down past the sinks and down the row of stalls, careful to walk along the wall across from the stalls so that whoever was inside would not see my feet, but I could still see theirs.
I saw three sets of feet in the stalls.
Debbie was in the last one. I recognized the sexy cowgirl boots she was wearing. Something about those boots always did it for me. Could that be considered a fetish I wondered?
I figured the stall was locked so I stood there for a moment hoping that no one would come in and see me. Luckily I could hear Debbie finishing up. My timing was working out perfectly.
A moment later the door opened up and a startled Debbie was standing there. She gasped loudly and then stumbled backwards.
I held my finger to my lips trying to shush her and doing my best to keep my laughter inside.
Debbie smiled at me, her eyes wild with disbelief.
“What are you doing?” She whispered.
I stepped forward gently guiding her back into the stall and closing the door behind me locking it.
I answered Debbie with a hard kiss on the mouth. She kissed me back, her libido instantly going up to ten. Her tongue was inside my mouth then wiggling furiously inside of me. I let her have this one, keeping my own tongue complacent, allowing it just enough room to press back and meet hers.
I was so hard then. My cock was getting cramped up inside of my jeans. I had to release it and I had an idea about what I wanted right then.
I unzipped my pants, reached inside, and freed the monster. The cool air of the bathroom felt good against my skin. I was hard as a rock and ready for some sweet action.
Debbie’s eyes grew wide at the sight of my cock. She instantly reached down and began to stroke it. It responded growing even harder in her small, delicate hand.
Her fingers drummed along the shaft and then wrapped firmly around the tip giving it a little squeeze.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and guided her to a sitting position on the closed toilet seat. Debbie’s eyes lit up and she smiled sweetly at me.
She was getting the message loud and clear.
Continuing to stroke my cock for a few more moments Debbie licked her lips, getting her mouth warmed up and ready to take my big rod into her sweet mouth.
And then she did.
Her mouth wrapped firmly around my dick, moving down and up with expert precision. I had to hold onto the side of the stall to keep my balance. My knees were already trembling and growing week from this erotic pleasure that was had somehow shut off most of my other senses.
All I could feel was the exqui
site pleasure.
I felt a moan trying to escape me but I held it back. I could hear women coming and going from the restroom outside of the little stall we were in. The sounds of their voices and their movements while we were doing this turned me on immensely. I think Debbie felt it too. She suddenly became even more enthusiastic, her head bobbing up and down on my long, thick shaft quickly moving from tip to base and back.
And she had just the right amount of teeth involved to create maximum suction. Oh, damn… she was so good. I’d never actually been with a woman who could take all of me into her mouth this way.
It was like a gift from God. I realized I’d been blessed with a very large penis, but it did have its drawbacks. All of the other women I’d been with in my life could only do about half oral, and a lot of them I could only fit about half of myself inside them during sex.
This was amazing.
I knew I was going to come soon. I had been brewing this batch all weekend. I’d only jerked off a few times and it hadn’t helped much. I just wanted Debbie all the time. My whole being craved this sex. I was addicted to her.
And it was beautiful.
I pulled out of her mouth and motioned for her to stand up and turn around.
Debbie quickly did this snuggling her sweet ass against my cock. I undid her shorts, pulled them down, the panties coming down with them. She bent over a bit more exposing her sweet, very wet looking pussy for me.
I positioned my cock and buried all nine inches deeply into her. She moaned softly. I could tell she was trying to hold it back to.
But it was so hard. It felt so good. She was tight, her pussy practically squeezing me as I moved in and out of her. I tried to be quiet, holding back my sounds of lust and passion, trying to keep my breathing quiet and steady.
The only sounds were the gushing noises of her wetness as I pushed in and out of her. I was going to fill her up so deeply with my hot, dripping, come. My balls were tingling like mad. I could feel my prostate actually clenching and unclenching inside of me as if it was giving my body the signal to blow.
Just then I could hear the sound of the band firing up the music again. It was surprisingly loud in the bathroom. I couldn’t even hear any of the women coming and going anymore.
Debbie and I both recognized the greenlight to be as loud as we wanted.
I intensified my pumping action, my dick moving in and out all the way inside of her.
“Fuck!” I said, but I could barely hear myself over the thumping bass vibrating the walls.
I was almost there.
“Do it! Fill me up!” Debbie said.
And I did.
My whole body clenched right then as I released my massive load deeply inside of Debbie’s hot, wet, pussy. She was so tight, her body gripping me hard and pulling me back inside of her.
I held my cock there, buried as far into her as I could, my prostate pumping inside of my body, propelling spurt after spurt of hot cum inside of Debbie’s waiting slit.
My knees where wobbly, my legs threatening to drop my weight to the floor, so I continued holding the sides of the stall as Debbie bucked her ass against me, essentially spearing herself on my cock trying to pump some more of my hot cum out of my body.
I was done. But wow, it felt so good to be inside of her tight, wetness.
“Fuck,” I said pulling out of her. I shoved my cock back into my underwear and zipped up my pants.
My head was spinning. And I was intensely thirsty.
Debbie was giggling as she pulled her panties and shorts back up.
Once she was dressed again she leaned close to me, a sweet smile on her face, and kissed me softly on the lips.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Debbie said with her signature giggle that I loved so much.
“First time?” I asked.
“In public? Yeah,” Debbie replied.
I could hardly hear her over the sound of the music, but with her mouth pressed closely to my ear I was able to make it out.
After checking to make sure the coast was clear Debbie and I walked out of the bathroom stall and headed for the door. Right before we reached it a couple ladies opened the door and walked inside the ladies room.
“Howdy,” I said with a smile and a nod as Debbie and I walked right past them.
The looks on their faces was priceless.
Debbie was laughing hysterically by the time we made our way back to our spots in the crowd. The music was now blaring loud and Debbie and I got lost in the dancing and the sounds of joy coming from the speakers.
I wrapped my arms around Debbie and we continued to dance the night away.
And I knew before the last note was played that without a doubt I was falling in love with Debbie.
Chapter Nine
Debbie
“You did not do that!”
“I did,” I said. “I would not make this up. It happened. Just the way I said it did.”
“Holy shit!” Lara squealed falling back on my bed and squeezing one of my pillows to her chest.
We were sitting in my room the day after the concert, both of us just off work, and we’d decided to just hang out. We thought we might go see a movie, or maybe we would order pizza and watch something on TV, we weren’t sure yet, but we would figure it out at one point.
I was excited to tell Lara about the concert and the naughty business Paul and I had gotten into in the ladies restroom. I still couldn’t believe it myself, so I naturally understood Lara’s initial skepticism.
“It was amazing! I’ve always wanted to do something like that, but just never knew if I would have the guts. People kept walking in. I could hear them just outside the stall. It was scary, exciting… it was just mind blowing. And it was so hot.”
“So, how big is he?” Lara asked.
I threw a pillow at her.
“You are such a pervert. Have I ever asked you that about Mark?”
“He’s average; nothing to write home about,” Lara said with a shrug.
I felt a blush coming over me.
“I did not want to know that,” I said.
“Then you shouldn’t have asked,” Lara replied.
“I didn’t. You volunteered. That is way different.”
I groaned. Lara could be exhausting to talk to sometimes.
“So, how serious are you getting with Paul?” Lara asked.
I thought a moment, not sure exactly how to answer.
“It’s kind of complicated,” I said.
“What’s so complicated about it? He is a great guy, awesome in bed, and he seems to like you, right? The guy sounds like a keeper to me.”
“Yeah, but we have only known each other a few days, really. I just don’t think I should be feeling so close to someone I don’t really know that well, but I do. I’ve tried to fight it, but he is always on my mind and I miss him like crazy when we aren’t together. Those few days after the Halloween Party, I must have checked my phone five hundred times a day to see if he texted or called. I was going nuts.”
Lara was laughing hard now, almost cackling at me.
“You got it bad, girl,” Lara said.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“You shouldn’t feel weird about it. I’ve heard about people who fall in love at first sight. I think sometimes you get lucky enough to meet someone that you really belong with and it’s obvious right away. That happens.”
“I guess I never really believed it would happen to me,” I said. “And now that it is I’m not sure how to react to it. Do I tell Paul? Do I keep it to myself? I feel like I’m going nuts sometimes.”
“You are overthinking this. If you really like the guy then tell him how you feel.”
“But I don’t want to scare him off,” I said. “A guy like that will run and never look back if I come on too strong.”
“I see what you are saying, but I think it’s silly if you don’t put yourself out there and just pretend. Paul might feel the same way.”
“Well, you won’t know until you ask him,” Lara said. “But then again you don’t want to scare away sex that good, right?”
I smiled. “Yeah, it is the best. I mean, mind blowing sex. It’s stuff I would never have thought in a million years I’d be doing. I can’t wait to see what happens next.”
My door burst open right then and my mother was standing there. Oh, the joys of still living with my parents…
I almost swallowed my tongue the way she just burst through the door. How much had she heard? Did she hear about the sex with Paul?
“Debbie,” my mother said. “Are you eating dinner with us, or are you going out?”
“Um, we haven’t really decided—“ I said.
“We are ordering pizza and staying in,” Lara interjected, deciding for the both of us.
“Um, ok,” I said. “I guess we are staying in. Why?”
“Well, I just wanted to know if you wanted me to set a place at the table for the two of you.”
“Nah, we’ll probably just eat the pizza up here and watch some TV.”
“Ok,” mom said as she turned to leave.
I wanted to yell at her and scold her for entering my room without at least knocking first, but I held my tongue. I usually locked my door just to avoid this sort of thing. My mom had never been particularly good at respecting my privacy when it came to my bedroom. It wasn’t that she didn’t care; it was just one of those things she seemed totally absent minded about.
“Oh, Debbie,” mom said stopping in the doorway.
“Yeah?”
“Why don’t you invite that new boyfriend of yours to dinner? Your father and I would love to meet him.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say he is really my boyfriend,” I replied. “I mean we haven’t discussed it or anything really.”
“Either way, you should bring him over. Unless you don’t think it’s serious?”
The way my mother posed that question with that tone in her voice I really felt that she was trying to tell me she knew much more than she was letting on. How? How did she know? Certainly she wasn’t eavesdropping. That wasn’t like her. Or maybe she did pick up something accidentally walking by. The walls were thin in our house.