Page 42 of Why Cheese?
With a little roar, he yanks my blouse off. “There. Now you won’t get…clean.” Brie says, his face crumpling as it turns red.
Awkwardness creeps in again, so I take him by the hand. “Yes. Make me dirty,” I cry out, guiding his palm toward my breast. Even hiding below a wash-day bra, my tits entrance Brie. He pauses with his hand cupped around one and a small gasp breaks free.
“Wow,” he whispers, then dives in. Lips kiss mine, then plunge down my neck. Fingers sweep over my bra, then tuck under the cups to brush over the skin below. I squirm, trying to encourage him to go for the hooks on the bra.
Okay. This is taking too long.
I undo them myself, my ass bouncing back and forth on the table. As I toss my bra away, the table bucks, sending my tits flying to Brie’s absolute delight. His eyes are a full moon as he takes in my one inverted nipple and the mess of stretch marks running up the sides to my armpit.
“My…Violette, your breasts are gorgeous. Beautiful.” He wraps both palms around them and gives a quick honk. I laugh and slide back his hair to look into his eyes.
“I’m glad you like them.”
“I love them. They’re…” Brie’s happy exclamation fades. He narrows his eyes and another low growl breaks out. “I’m going to fuck you, hard. Shove your legs open and take you without end.”
Sounds good to me.
I reach for my jeans, but he beats me to it. Kissing my neck, he undoes the button. While tugging down the zipper, he sucks then nips my stretch marks. As he wrenches my pants over my ass, he puckers around my nipple and circles it with his tongue.
I cry out, bucking to meet his lips and wiggle my damn pants off. Cool air strikes my famished pussy. I’ve gushed straight through my panties. I worm my legs around with Brie’s help, growing wetter with each press of my thighs.
My vagina keeps screaming that there’s a cock right under those corduroys.Pry that baby out and let's take it for a spin.
The last of my jeans make it past my ankles and I kick. “Whoa!” The table spins under me. I hang on for dear life and Brie slams a hand down, pinning it in place.
Hot.
My body falls forward and legs part. They have to wrap around his waist or else I’d eat floor. A whimper slips out from the ribbed fabric gliding up my vulva and clit thanks to the straining cock below.
“God’s wounds,” Brie cries out and he flexes his hips. It bounces me up on him and I regret every terrible word I’ve thought about corduroy. This fabric is fantastic.
I hook my hand to his shoulder and start to grind back just as Brie thrusts faster. “Yes,” I shout, losing my mind over this half-dry humping. Watching the wet stain spread across his crotch from me is fucking dirty and exhilarating.
“Ah!” I yelp. Hands clasp to my hips and yank me forward. I land on his trapped cock, causing Brie to moan against my neck. He kisses harder than before while grinding. I try to give back, but I can’t get a good grip.
I latch onto his shoulder to lift myself up when Brie reaches behind to take the table. He wrenches it up until a back leg leaves the ground.
Oh, fuck.I’m losing my mind between wanting this to never end, and for his pants to be gone already. Maybe one quick orgasm before the main event. I squeeze my thighs tighter and wrap my legs back around his, yanking him closer.
Yes. Right there.
Fuck, I’m going to come on his pants for once. It’ll be…
Uh-oh.
The world shifts under me, and not in the metaphorical fireworks way. My ass skids and, like launching a basketball out of a cannon, the table shoots out from under me. I collapse on top of Brie in a mess of legs and arms while the table hits the wall and lands upside down beside us. After checking that I didn’t split open my head, a small laugh starts in my chest then grows. I’m in total hysterics, nearly doubled over at what happened.
When a single, quick gasp erupts from Brie, I nearly miss it. He crawls out from under me and tries to crabwalk away, but there isn’t much apartment left to hide in. When his back hits the cupboards, Brie presses his legs to his chest and moans. “I’m such a fool.”
I try to sit up, my ass catching on my abandoned pants. An ache twinges down my lower back, but I glide over to Brie. When I rest my hand on his shoulder, he jerks as if to run away, but he lifts his arm. I sneak under it and rest my cheek on his chest. It struggles below my ear as if he can’t get enough air.
Two decades of people-pleasing is ringing in my mind to fix this, but I don’t know how. “I’m not hurt,” I say with a laugh, then wince as a rib cries out. “Not much, anyway. We can pick up the table. Go again.”
“You don’t understand. That…” Brie points to the upturned table and shudders. “That’s not me.”
Not him? Wait. Don’t tell me they can change shape. Can their cheese powers mold their bodies to look like someone else?I poke his cheek, watching for signs of a dark beard or another face. All I do is give Brie a fake dimple. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“All that powerful ‘I’m going to do this to you and you’re going to do that’ bravado. I…I was trying to be more like… More dominant. Instead, I dropped you on the floor.” Brie collapses into his palms.
