Page 365 of S is for SEX

I closed my eyes. I opened them. Closed. Open. It didn’t matter. This was real. Randy had a huge dick. It was half hard, and half soft. And one hundred percent huge. Hanging. And huge. I thought of Randy on top of me, filling me with dick. Fuck me Randy. Fuck me. Oh God Randy, fuck me.

“Give it here, before you slobber on it,” she snarled as she grabbed the phone from my hands.

I pulled my hand back, but I was too late, the phone and dick were both gone. This had gone on long enough. Something had to happen.

“I wanna for the summer,” I said.

“What?” Heather looked confused.

“Huh?” I was confused.

“You said, I wanna for the summer,” she said.

“Yep,” I said affirmatively.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” she responded, squinting.

I wanna for the summer. I wanna what for the summer? I wanna. I wanna talk you into having Randy fuck me. I want to have a few guys fuck me. I want to sex. I want to make up for all of the sex I haven’t had in the last two years. That’s what I want. I want sex.

“What’s it feel like?” I asked.

“What’s what feel like?” she volleyed back.

“Randy,” I paused, “when he bones you. What’s it feel like?”

“You need to sober up, Christy. You always do this,” she whined, waving her arms in my direction.

“I didn’t have any food. That’s the problem. You had a sandwich and half a bowl of soup,” I said as I wiped the slobber from my lip.

I glanced down at the sheen on the back side of my hand and wondered if this was actually too much. I tried to count. I’ll have a Bud Light.Gimme another Bud Light. Another. I’ll have another. Yo, dude. Hey, I’m empty. I wiped my hand on my jeans and looked up. In a few seconds, everything came into focus. I had to pee, but I didn’t dare stand up now. Not now. I pushed down with my legs and relieved some of the weight on my chair. This may just work. As my body began to rise, I glanced around the room in wonder. Nine, I think I had nine.

“What are you doing, you’re going to tip over,” Heather peered up at me through her glasses, shaking her head.

“I gotta pee,” I said, pointing to the bathroom.

“It’s the other direction. Jesus, Chris,” she shook her head again.

I turned and looked the other direction. She was right. I turned to where I had originally pointed. The parking lot. Good thing she stopped me. She called me Chris when she was angry with me. She was generally angry with me when we went drinking. I always ended up having one too many. Just one. But it was that one that always did the damage. I took a step and rotated my hips to change directions.

As I stumbled to the bathroom, I thought about Randy’s dick. According to Heather, it would be a cock. With a capital “C”. All caps. The big guy. A nice big cock. That thing would tear my shit up.

I want torn up. Filled up. Beat up.

I have seen so much porn in the last two years that I have become kind of warped. Almost every night, I watch porn and masturbate. From what everyone tells me, I am very lucky. I can climax in a matter of seconds. And I can continue to climax every few minutes until I am just exhausted. From what I could see in the four thousand hours of porn I had watched, I had a really big clit. It may play a part in my early and repeated orgasms. I really didn’t care; I loved making myself have orgasms.

As I finished peeing, my body shuddered. I lifted my head from my hands and glanced up. Peeing, to me, was sobering. It was like I was relieving my body of all of the toxins. I wiped and started to pull up my jeans. Randy. All caps Randy. I sat down.

I stuck my middle finger in my mouth, and licked around the circumference of it a few times. My finger licking was all of the foreplay that I needed. With my left hand, I pulled my hood back and exposed my clit. I looked between my legs. It stared back at me, glistening. Ready. I pulled my finger from my mouth and slid it past my lips and in up to my knuckle. Oh God. I curled it upward a few times. In. Out. In, curl, curl, and curl. Out. Holy fuck here we go. Deeper. Deeper.

My eyes rolled back into my head.

One.

I looked down and opened my eyes.

I pulled my finger out. Soaked with my juices, I began rubbing my clit. The way I had seen women in porn rub their clit was one thing. The way I rubbed mine was another. I didn’t believe in wasting time. I rubbed it like I was mad at it. It worked well for me, and that’s all that mattered.

I pulled my hood back, and slid my finger inside my pussy again. In…out…in…out…in. Curl, curl, curl.

---