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"Oh, yeah. She just left. Looked like she was heading back to the pool or something. Anyway, I was thinking for this year's mixer—"
"Committee, Cassidy. There is a process for a reason. Now, shoo." I shooed her with the dry clothes I had in my hand. I thought about going out there after Holly, but then remembered my tutoring from Harpy. No. I was not going to take the chance that Holly had turned into one of those actual divas. I met enough of those ladies at the mixer last year. Last year...so much happened last year. This year, I volunteered to go to the OBD house as a man toy for one reason and one reason only. Information. Didn't hurt that I got to fuck three girls in the process, but...I'd be wearing my no band on my wrist for a while. Orientation was officially over for me.
Autumn waved and I nodded. Hell, yes! She had the new game loaded and it was time to go kick some ass. I loved Autumn. She was like my best friend here. If she were into guys, I would move that direction, but she was practically a guy on the inside, but on the outside, hell she made every straight and bisexual man in the vicinity aware that she had what they wanted and then she let them know she wanted what they wanted, another hot female.
I asked as we headed out the front door, "How's the hunt going?"
"Alone. I have you. Why don't you get a vagina so we can fuck?" she asked.
"Because if I had a vagina, I would only be interested in myself?" I considered this. I was way too fascinated with the female body. If I had one, I imagined I'd spend all my time playing with it myself.
She made a face and stuck her tongue out. That tongue ring made me sigh. "I mean...you could pretend it's a vagina..."
Autumn pushed me and then ran. I chased after her and then we got into her car and went to grab food so we could chill in her tiny-ass apartment and play video games. What we had was better than sex. It was friendship and real. She understood me in a way no one else ever tried to.
Storm
Harpy said it would all work out. She explained that Holly was new to her instincts of being the one in charge so I should be patient with her. I could do that. I picked up Holly’s cracked phone and was walking back to my house when I saw her coming my way.
I held out the phone to her and said, "Probably would have been better if you just got it wet."
She blinked at me in rapid succession. I tried for a smile. No words. I indicated the house. No movement. I looked her over and she looked down at herself. She was cold. Shivering.
"You take this shit literally, don't you?" I asked. I moved over and picked her up, caveman style. Hell, she wanted to make sure I knew my place. I knew it. She'd learn it, too.
She said not one word, moved not one muscle as I carried her into the house, down the hall, and into my room. I placed her in a sitting position on the sink counter in my bathroom. Her teeth were chattering. Her skin cold to touch. "Just wait here."
I went to my room and grabbed a few things that might not do a whole lot to help, thanks to their size, but would be much better than the cold, wet clothes she had on now.
She hadn't moved a muscle. She looked at me so intently, though. I really wanted to do better, do this right. It would help if she gave me some indication I was. I reached for the towel and slowly removed it. She had her phone in a death grip, but I loosened those fingers, too, and put it aside. "I know. It's like your whole life is in that thing these days."
I tugged at the hem of the shirt and said, "Let's get you out of these. I'll take care of them." Well, we had house bunnies here and they would take care of them along with the rest of my laundry. I had to undress her like she was a baby doll. Fuck. I shook my head as I dropped her shirt and then bra into my shower. I hated that so many things would do that. Trigger me. Pull up a memory that I didn't want to have. Dolls. I played dolls with Essie when we were little. We would change their clothes. She then let me undress her like a doll, and then I let her undress me like one. How did she even know to do shit like that back then?
I shifted focus to the patch of bright-red hair between Holly's legs. It was growing back. I wasn't a hundred percent sure if that was a sign that I didn't deserve the pain she endured to get a waxed pussy or if it was more her style and I didn't fucking know that because she wouldn't talk to me. I knew she could talk. She talked to Harpy. Talked to Apollo, apparently. He had patted me on the back and told me good luck with her. She sure chatted Winston up from the pool to the house. If I walked in and she was...I might have fucked him up. Truly. I was at my wit’s end with this woman and yet, as I tossed her underwear and shorts into my shower, I couldn't get off my knees.
What the hell was wrong with me? I leaned in, pressed my face next to her knee and nudged. Her hands moved down to the counter. I took that as a good sign. I pulled her closer to the edge. My height, this counter, almost perfect for this. I reached back and grabbed a towel and provided some relief to my own damn knees. I rubbed my warm hands up and down her chilled legs and said, "Don't worry. I'm going to make you warm."
I shifted her thighs wider, put one of her feet on my shoulder. I had to move her into positions, but she went any way I wanted her to go. I leaned in, spread those lips, and licked into her. She wanted to torture me? She needed to get warmed up? Fine. I wasn't moving until she started moving, said something, did something. I licked and teased, and the shivers slowly turned to shakes. The pale flesh of her thighs, her chest began to heat. I reached up, touched a heavy breast, ran a thumb over a soft pink nipple and she gasped.
It was a sound and a reward I desperately needed.
I tested the pressure with that, but I still wouldn't stay at her clit. She was soaked. Another gasp as I pinched harder and then her hips bucked. I almost came unraveled. By the time this woman lets me fuck her I am going to be savage. Hell, I was already feeling unhinged.
She rewarded me with a sound, a shift, I rewarded her with more attention to her clit. Her hand lifted from the counter and went back. I closed my eyes and practically growled into that pussy. Now, my mission was to get her to touch me. Damn, I needed to be touched.
The slightest "oh" sound and I stopped teasing her. I needed to be touched. I reached for that hand and put it on top of my head for her. I then pushed a finger into her. She was moving a bit more, but I could tell she was fighting her instincts. She wanted to pull me closer, to make me fuck her harder with my fingers, make me make her cum or else she'd make herself cum from riding my mouth and hand hard enough on her own. The moment her fingers began to move on my head, into my hair, I stopped torturing her. I slid a second finger into that heat and enjoyed a real cry of pleasure from her. She broke in a bucking, restrained hum of sound, as her fingers pushed deeper into my hair, held me tighter against her. I stopped, waited for her next direction.
She hadn't moved her hand, so I lifted and lowered my knees, winced. Looked up. She was a mask of expression. Damn. She wanted me to hurt? I really could not wait for her turn. I would make sure she understood the luxury of these marble fucking tiles even with a towel.
I looked up and then at that wet, soft, perfect pussy of hers and moved back in for seconds. She seemed a bit shocked, but a lot easier to get over that cliff where a louder humming noise was made. I smiled against her thigh. I was doing better. I licked, kissed, couldn't resist the urge, and since she wasn't pulling me away, I sucked against that flesh, marked her. I wanted to mark her in so many places. I'd never wanted to do that before. Thought it was a trashy thing to do. Now...I was feeling less like a man who could be careful with a woman and more like the caveman that carried her in here.
I went back to work and in short order she was making a soft squeak of a sound that made it impossible for me to stop myself. I stood up, looked at her as she slumped against the wall. Her head on the doorframe as she was catching her breath. I fisted the t-shirt, pulled it off, dropped my shorts and her eyes went wide. She stiffened. I didn't care if she didn't want to see it. I gripped my shaft and let her see exactly what she did to me.
What a fucking mess she had made me.
Holly
Holy fuck. He was huge. Like just as big as everything else on him. My head was trying to calculate the size of his hands, how much wrapped around that thick cock and then how long because he slid his hand up, around the tip and back down. Stormy said, "Look at what you do to me, Holly."
