Disciples of Meridiana Excerpt 2
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This is Excerpt 2, picks up immediately after the end of the previous post, Excerpt #1. Too much exposition here, especially for what amounts to a jerkoff fever dream, but fleshing out the characters and their motivations is something that makes the fantasy more compelling, at least for me (which is really the only person this is written to please.) Also I get they need to police their site but XHamster's propensity for censoring even innocuous words is fucking annoying. That is all. There is a part 3 where things cut loose.
I noticed then that I could see her so much better than before because there were more streetlights around than I expected. I was subsequently surprised to find that we were already on the outskirts of Atlanta; we would be quite well-lit for a while and there would probably still be more traffic than I liked, even though it was the middle of the night. I would also need to watch my GPS to make sure I didn't miss an interchange; I didn't know the city well at all.
"Yeah, I know I said by A.T.L. but the plan is changing." She said the last word with a lot of emphasis. "No... Bitch!?... I don't-- Yes! Agh, don't be like that." There was a long pause as she listened. She tried to interject a few times, but seemed to keep getting cut off. "Yes, all right?" She was exasperated. "Yes... What do you mean?... Yeah, I want to... Hell, I'm GONNA... Yes!... Is that all right with you?" There was another long pause. "Look, 'Brina, I didn't... Aagh, Fuck." She glanced sidelong at me, face cloudy. "Hey. Gimme a second, OK? Hey... one second." She looked at me again, concern on her face as she pulled the phone away from her mouth. "Hey Mike? Uh, do you need gas or anything anytime soon...?" She gestured with her head behind us, her expression telling me she needed to talk to her friend.
"Yeah. Uh-- Yeah. Sure thing; I could use a little gas and maybe a cup of coffee, since things have been SO boring and all..." I joked, hoping inside that Sabrina wasn't an expert at cock-blocking. "Next exit looks good, we'll hit that Marathon, OK? Probably best to stop before we get all the way into the city."
"You hear that? Marathon-- right there. Ok." She hung up the phone. "I'm, uh, sorry about her... She's..."
I cut her off. "She's your friend. I'm just this hot guy you met." I grinned sardonically. "Chicks before dicks, Diana, get your priorities straight." She laughed all the way up the exit ramp, her pretty eyes twinkling up a storm as she zipped her hoodie back up.
I stood by the truck pumping gas, trying to turn so my boner would be mostly hid from anyone passing by; it just wouldn't go away. I was also watching the body language of the girls as they talked next to Sabrina's car, parked in front of the station. I couldn't get much from it, but I could tell that Sabrina was upset about something and Diana was trying to mollify her. Sabrina was a little slip of a thing with dark hair in a ponytail. I could see that she was just a little taller than Diana as they stood by one another but that wasn't saying much. She wore a sweatshirt and jeans and mostly kept her hands in her pockets as they spoke. Diana gesticulated in arcane ways I couldn't interpret.
I was kind of feeling guilty for being a point of contention for them and I was also feeling guilty about being so willing to cheat on my wife, which I had never done or even seriously considered-- but not nearly guilty enough about either one to voluntarily bow out of this situation, either-- the throbbing ache downstairs would never have let me, anyway.
They got in the car for a few minutes then, and they talked close together. The pump cut off but I still stood watching, and as I did, I was pretty certain that I saw them lean in and kiss. Not a "love ya, girl" kiss, either. A kiss kiss, like lovers. The plot thickened, and frankly, so did my dick. But it still put me a little off balance; this was all a little too.. well-- too good to be true. What the hell was really going on? Could I be getting set up to be robbed, or blackmailed, or who-knows-what-else, and all for letting my friendly-but-stupid cock run the show?
But when Diana got out of the car and shot a sultry glance at me, giving me a little chew on that lip as she made her way inside the shop, those hips swaying, that juicy behind and her other curves perfectly coordinating to move just right together, all that trepidation evaporated like fog at sunrise. I knew I was just going to have to see this one out and roll with whatever came. The prize, that unbelievable creature-- she was just too good, worth nearly any risk.
"So. How did that go?" I asked, starting the engine as she slipped back in the cab, stowing a plastic bag in the floorboard.
"It's fine. She's just being... Sabrina. It's not a big deal; she's OK with..." she let that one hang.
"OK then. Hate to be a source of friction, you know. Usually-- maybe not in the past hour or so, but usually-- I strive to be a gentleman."
I could see/feel her glittering eyes fix on me without even turning to look. "Why, ah think ah like both the gentl'man AND the rogue, suh. Whatevah shall I do?" She said, affecting a thicker drawl and finishing with a little swoon.
"Sounds like the two of us should get togethuh for a menage a trois then, sugah." We laughed again.
We were quiet for a few more minutes as downtown Atlanta loomed around us, a maze of concrete and overpasses painted in yellow-orange light. Sullen, gleaming buildings stood sentinel, created a close, claustrophobic horizon despite the size of everything. Traffic was moderate, and I had to pay a fair bit of attention to stay in the proper lanes. Diana tapped away on her phone, not paying much attention to the glass and concrete world we passed through. I cut on the radio gain, left it low just to fill the space. She didn't react.
After a while I decided I just had to get some information.
"So, uh... Maybe we should talk about what's on our agenda for the remainder of this trip, until the uh, handoff, so to speak?" I was hoping to get a little more about this Sabrina situation, and see if there was a way I could get from where we were right then to let's-get-a-hotel-room-and-you-fuck-my-everloving-brains-out, which didn't seem the ridiculous proposition it normally would for me, all things considered.
"Well I know I wanna smoke another bowl of that shit. When we get out of town, I mean."
"Well that's a given, as long as you got those beef sticks I asked you for."
"I'm disappointed you would ever doubt. Plus, I got you these-- double Dews!" she giggled, holding up two bottles of Mountain Dew right in the middle of her cleavage, wiggling them around. I couldn't help but laugh heartily, but we still had business to discuss.
"Look here-- you know what I am gettin' at, girl. Did we or did we not have something pretty cool going on a little while ago?"
"Fuck yes we did. I... still feel like I'm going over that rumble strip." Her voice got really soft at that last part. It paradoxically made me harder.
"So you were really feeling it too, right? OK. Well. I'm not really much for subtlety, so here it is: I want. To. Fuck. Specifically, I want to fuck you, and I wanna do it tenderly and really hard and sweet and nasty and any other goddamned way you ask me to. This is what I want. I want us to check into a hotel room where there is a bed and on that bed you and I can get naked and fuck like wild a****ls the rest of the night. I swear to God I will knock the bottom out of it or die trying. Now. Is that something that... Is that possible?" Cards on the table.
I felt like i had just jumped off of something very high up, and didn't know what I was going to land on.
She didn't talk for a few seconds, cast her eyes down and licked her lips, like she was building up to something. Here is was, probably, the proverbial "rub".
"Um... Oh. Oh damn, my pussy is getting wet. Just your talk... Baby, I'm fucking wet. Yes I want to fuck. Oh my God I want you to tear this little pussy up like I know you can. I... Oh. Whew," and so help me, I believed it, the way she shuddered that last part out, rocking her hips again a little bit as she said it. I started strangling on my lust again. "But I haven't really been uh.. honest with you about Sabrina and all of this, and I guess you should know some stuff before you go and get us that room," her eyes cast down again, her mouth back into that adorable pout, and then more quietly, looking back away, "I really don't want to fuck this up. Um-- first of all, Sabrina's not just my friend. She's.. you know, we're like, together-- she's my uh, girlfriend. We've been seeing each other for a few years now, and I... love her very much."
She looked sidelong at me, to see how I was taking it, but that part I was already expecting. "OK," I said. "that's cool, awesome, even. But if you have a steady-- boyfriend OR girlfriend-- then why are you hooking up with guys at rest stops? Not to look a gift unicorn in the mouth, you understand, but...?"
"Um... Heh. Well... It's like, I love her, you know? And she's awesome, but I'm maybe not as, uh... gay? As she is... I guess? Sometimes, um, I just need more than she's got to give. Sometimes I just need a... uh..." she glanced over at my lap. "... I just need a fucking dick real bad and I wind up going out and I get it. Times before, I would just sneak around and do it, and that... That really hurt her and it hurt me, too, you know, doing that to her. I really do love her as a person, and sex with her is really good and all, but it's just not everything I really need, I guess, not all the time, anyway. I guess she finally understood that or whatever, and... Um, she started kind of helping me go out and, like, 'get my fix' sometimes, you know? Like looking out for me, or whatever. Make sure I was, like, safe and all. We only did it a couple of times the first year or so, but lately we've been... doing it a little more often." She said all of this with her head straight down, looking at her hands holding her phone in her lap. She had trailed off, and it felt like it was my turn to say something. I had no idea what to say; I was still crystallizing my thoughts on the matter. It wasn't what I had expected, that's for sure, but it certainly wasn't something that I couldn't deal with.
"Wow. That's... That's something." I said, stalling a little more. "Um-- the takeaway I get, there, is that she must, uh... she must love you very, very much and really wants to hold on to you no matter what. It's either really selfless and noble or really, um... pitiful? I guess? That's not to judge; I obviously don't know her at all and please believe I mean no disrespect." I felt like I had perhaps talked too much, but I wasn't bullshitting, either.
"Like I said, she loves me. And she's like... my best friend and I love her too and she's so good to me.... but I just can't do without guys. I guess I'm kind of a slut, or something..." She finished with a short, rueful laugh.
"Hey-- stop right there. No. Enjoying sex-- and even needing it on some level-- that does NOT make you a slut. It makes you human. We are ALL sluts, right?"
"I guess I should have said, like, nympho or something? Um... I think I kind of need sex more than most girls. It's why I... Um. Well, I guess there's more I have to tell you. This part isn't always so easy."
Oh, Lord, I thought. Here's the crazy part, I'm sure. Too good to be true, too good to be true...
"Um..." she took a deep breath, "lately we've been doing this more, you remember I said that? Well, it's because Sabrina, uh... films it and we uh..." Oh shit. "We, uh... put it on a, uh... website. You know. A, uh... an adult site? About me. I do porn, I guess you could say." She wouldn't look at me.
I kept my mouth shut tight. I was a married man, with k**s and a respectable job. I was NOT about to become an amateur porn star. I couldn't. No way, no how. Not even for a goddess like Diana. Fuck.
"The money's really good," she was nervous, filling the space. "I also do camming and stuff-- I really only keep my job for the bennies. My living is from fucking, now, I guess. I'm apparently pretty good at it." She ventured a peek at me from the corner of her eye. "And... honestly? I like doing it. I really do. I fucking love sex, and I love that feeling I get when someone new wants me." Chest starting to heave a little bit. Oh, good Lord. She was waiting for me to say something now. I could feel her looking at me again.
"Well... Um. This is me having not the slightest idea what to say, rare enough, but also thinking that I'm going to have to stop thinking you just can't get any more wild and sexy. I'm going to stop doing that because I keep turning out to be wrong. Which is also pretty rare, honestly. This is what all that looks like, so take it in."
"Heh." She smiled, and it was sincere and warm and inviting. "Yeah. Well, the reason Sabrina's kind of... well-- upset, I guess, is that she knows that you probably won't let us film this one, big ol' professional-family man-type-guy and all, but I still want to do it anyway." Her voice changed, pace got more rushed. "Because you're hot. And you're nice. And I really like you." Another shuddering breath. "Plus you have this nice, fat dick." And then she was looking up at me with a face so sweet and so innocent and so hungry that there was no way to say no, no way to say much of anything, my throat had tightened so, so I just labored to swallow and kept driving.
"I texted her about your family and job and stuff and she said I should bail right away, but I just couldn't. Mike, I can tell-- you really need... You need a good fuck, don't you? Don't you have some nasty shit all built up inside that you wanna just... let out on someone? I would do that for you. I want to be that for you. That's... what I kind of look for, in a guy. It's what does it for me, you know? Mike-- you're, like, a sexual person-- I can tell in your talk and stuff. You want to fuck and I bet you know how to do it and make a girl feel really good, don't you? Huh? Fuck yes you can, I told you I can tell; I'm never wrong about that. But that's not really happening for you in your life right now, is it?"
"Not... Not hardly, no. Is my... frustration that obvious?" My head was spinning. The road. Focus on the road.
"Probably not. But I'm perceptive," she smiled.
"Well. Um." Trying to get hold of myself a little. "Um, you and Sabrina guessed right about the no-filming thing. That can't happen, and I'm sorry. You can't know how sorry, especially if it's a deal-breaker. Um... Can I offer to somehow... uh, defray your opportunity costs, instead?" That was pretty much proposing prostitution to her, I realized belatedly. Not my intention. Bonehead.
"Well, I never turn down a gift, that would be rude-- but I don't really need your money and I'm not a fucking hooker." I grew hugely alarmed at that, readied a protest to explain myself until she continued, "But I do need something that you just happen to have, though. It's something that I still need really really bad, baby." That purring again; at least now I knew why she was so preternaturally good at seduction.
"Damn, girl. Whew. Uh." I looked down at my freshly revived hard-on. "I- uh-- I have one more question about Sabrina. How do I put this? Does she do this just to, you know, help out, be the camera-person and make a little scratch too, or does she... "
I tried long enough searching for the right way to ask that she said, "Does she what?"
"Does she, uh... Like it? Watching you... do your thing?" God knows I will, I thought.
"Yeah, she likes it, the nasty little bitch." Her expression when she said that made me instantly envision her saying it right into Sabrina's pussy and I shifted in my pants again. "She'll never admit it, of course-- but she touches her pussy a lot while she's filming and I've seen her jacking to the vids later a bunch of times. She's pretty horny-- like me-- which suits me just fine. We fuck like every single day. But she's just not as... open, I guess?... about it as me. She's not really down for the boys like I am, either."
"Do you uh... Um. Do you think she will want to uh, watch, this time too? Even if she doesn't have to film it? I mean-- what else is she gonna do while I murder your pussy? I plan to take my time with you, honey, if you'll let me. I think we have a lot of stuff to work out."
"Oh baby you give me chills. Fuck. You gonna murder it, huh. That big dick. NASTY motherfucker. Damn, I am gonna do some shit to you, fuck. Uh..." she visibly shook off the nasty vibe she had slipped back into for a second. "Um, she might go and get something to eat, hang out somewhere I guess. Do...Do you WANT her to watch?" She was breathing like she had run all the way from Atlanta.
"Hell fucking yeah I want her to watch. Shit, I want to watch you guys do it, heh, but I get that might be weird for her or whatever--" Got what a pervy, tired, fratboy thing to say. Dumbass. "Look, I'm sorry, I'm just... super horny and I'm kinda k**ding with that other shit but the real truth is that I kinda just feel bad about it-- thinking about you and me doing something so magical and so fucking awesome, sharing what we are gonna share while this person who loves you is just stuck out in the cold to sit in a Denny's or some other shithole waiting for you to come back to her all well-fucked and glowing. That's not cool. It seems pretty fucked up to me, actually, and this may sound dumb but I don't know if I could really enjoy our time together like I should with that hanging in the back of my mind, you know? If she loves you as you say, then she really deserves better than that... But I don't know what else to suggest."
Suddenly I heard a noise from her lap, a tinny voice. Diana noticed, too, smiled sheepishly at me and raised her phone to her ear, listened for a moment. "Hey. Ok, thanks baby. I love you sooo much." Thumbed it off, still looking at me cutely hangdog.
"So she heard everything I just said." I didn't know if that was good or bad.
"Yeah. And she says you're OK now. I think--" she checked her phone again quick, "I think she kind of likes you, too." I couldn't tell if she were teasing or not. "Lord knows that girl needs her some good dick. I don't think she's ever been fucked proper by a man, seriously. The only boyfriend she ever had was.. Well, there's a reason she's gay and it's not just biology. He was a true asshole."
"Fuckers give the rest of us a bad name, I guess. Maybe his dick will fall off, save us all from his genes. So... this means, what? We start looking for a room, then? Nothing that has been said here is an insurmountable problem for me, unless there's something else I should know about? You don't, like... have a dick or anything, do you?"
She laughed. "Would you still want to fuck me if I did?"
I looked her right in the face. "You know what? Yeah-- I absolutely would." I was dead serious.
"Well I have to disappoint you there, but there are maybe some other surprises in store, depending, but... they are uniformly the nice kind." Coy and sweet, but finished with a nasty bite of the lip, and a hint of tongue peeking out. This girl was unreal.
"You know-- it's weird-- you, and the concept of 'disappointment'--they won't both fit in my head at the same time." She giggled again.
I drove on, reaching under the seat for the stash box again. "Load 'er up."
"That's going to be your job," she teased, but took the box.
End Excerpt 2. Will our stupid-ass hero get to work the walls and the middle, or will he be castrated by a vengeful lesbian lover? Find out what happens next time on...
OK fuck it that's enough for now. Part 3 will actually have some kind of sex in it, surprisingly enough.
I noticed then that I could see her so much better than before because there were more streetlights around than I expected. I was subsequently surprised to find that we were already on the outskirts of Atlanta; we would be quite well-lit for a while and there would probably still be more traffic than I liked, even though it was the middle of the night. I would also need to watch my GPS to make sure I didn't miss an interchange; I didn't know the city well at all.
"Yeah, I know I said by A.T.L. but the plan is changing." She said the last word with a lot of emphasis. "No... Bitch!?... I don't-- Yes! Agh, don't be like that." There was a long pause as she listened. She tried to interject a few times, but seemed to keep getting cut off. "Yes, all right?" She was exasperated. "Yes... What do you mean?... Yeah, I want to... Hell, I'm GONNA... Yes!... Is that all right with you?" There was another long pause. "Look, 'Brina, I didn't... Aagh, Fuck." She glanced sidelong at me, face cloudy. "Hey. Gimme a second, OK? Hey... one second." She looked at me again, concern on her face as she pulled the phone away from her mouth. "Hey Mike? Uh, do you need gas or anything anytime soon...?" She gestured with her head behind us, her expression telling me she needed to talk to her friend.
"Yeah. Uh-- Yeah. Sure thing; I could use a little gas and maybe a cup of coffee, since things have been SO boring and all..." I joked, hoping inside that Sabrina wasn't an expert at cock-blocking. "Next exit looks good, we'll hit that Marathon, OK? Probably best to stop before we get all the way into the city."
"You hear that? Marathon-- right there. Ok." She hung up the phone. "I'm, uh, sorry about her... She's..."
I cut her off. "She's your friend. I'm just this hot guy you met." I grinned sardonically. "Chicks before dicks, Diana, get your priorities straight." She laughed all the way up the exit ramp, her pretty eyes twinkling up a storm as she zipped her hoodie back up.
I stood by the truck pumping gas, trying to turn so my boner would be mostly hid from anyone passing by; it just wouldn't go away. I was also watching the body language of the girls as they talked next to Sabrina's car, parked in front of the station. I couldn't get much from it, but I could tell that Sabrina was upset about something and Diana was trying to mollify her. Sabrina was a little slip of a thing with dark hair in a ponytail. I could see that she was just a little taller than Diana as they stood by one another but that wasn't saying much. She wore a sweatshirt and jeans and mostly kept her hands in her pockets as they spoke. Diana gesticulated in arcane ways I couldn't interpret.
I was kind of feeling guilty for being a point of contention for them and I was also feeling guilty about being so willing to cheat on my wife, which I had never done or even seriously considered-- but not nearly guilty enough about either one to voluntarily bow out of this situation, either-- the throbbing ache downstairs would never have let me, anyway.
They got in the car for a few minutes then, and they talked close together. The pump cut off but I still stood watching, and as I did, I was pretty certain that I saw them lean in and kiss. Not a "love ya, girl" kiss, either. A kiss kiss, like lovers. The plot thickened, and frankly, so did my dick. But it still put me a little off balance; this was all a little too.. well-- too good to be true. What the hell was really going on? Could I be getting set up to be robbed, or blackmailed, or who-knows-what-else, and all for letting my friendly-but-stupid cock run the show?
But when Diana got out of the car and shot a sultry glance at me, giving me a little chew on that lip as she made her way inside the shop, those hips swaying, that juicy behind and her other curves perfectly coordinating to move just right together, all that trepidation evaporated like fog at sunrise. I knew I was just going to have to see this one out and roll with whatever came. The prize, that unbelievable creature-- she was just too good, worth nearly any risk.
"So. How did that go?" I asked, starting the engine as she slipped back in the cab, stowing a plastic bag in the floorboard.
"It's fine. She's just being... Sabrina. It's not a big deal; she's OK with..." she let that one hang.
"OK then. Hate to be a source of friction, you know. Usually-- maybe not in the past hour or so, but usually-- I strive to be a gentleman."
I could see/feel her glittering eyes fix on me without even turning to look. "Why, ah think ah like both the gentl'man AND the rogue, suh. Whatevah shall I do?" She said, affecting a thicker drawl and finishing with a little swoon.
"Sounds like the two of us should get togethuh for a menage a trois then, sugah." We laughed again.
We were quiet for a few more minutes as downtown Atlanta loomed around us, a maze of concrete and overpasses painted in yellow-orange light. Sullen, gleaming buildings stood sentinel, created a close, claustrophobic horizon despite the size of everything. Traffic was moderate, and I had to pay a fair bit of attention to stay in the proper lanes. Diana tapped away on her phone, not paying much attention to the glass and concrete world we passed through. I cut on the radio gain, left it low just to fill the space. She didn't react.
After a while I decided I just had to get some information.
"So, uh... Maybe we should talk about what's on our agenda for the remainder of this trip, until the uh, handoff, so to speak?" I was hoping to get a little more about this Sabrina situation, and see if there was a way I could get from where we were right then to let's-get-a-hotel-room-and-you-fuck-my-everloving-brains-out, which didn't seem the ridiculous proposition it normally would for me, all things considered.
"Well I know I wanna smoke another bowl of that shit. When we get out of town, I mean."
"Well that's a given, as long as you got those beef sticks I asked you for."
"I'm disappointed you would ever doubt. Plus, I got you these-- double Dews!" she giggled, holding up two bottles of Mountain Dew right in the middle of her cleavage, wiggling them around. I couldn't help but laugh heartily, but we still had business to discuss.
"Look here-- you know what I am gettin' at, girl. Did we or did we not have something pretty cool going on a little while ago?"
"Fuck yes we did. I... still feel like I'm going over that rumble strip." Her voice got really soft at that last part. It paradoxically made me harder.
"So you were really feeling it too, right? OK. Well. I'm not really much for subtlety, so here it is: I want. To. Fuck. Specifically, I want to fuck you, and I wanna do it tenderly and really hard and sweet and nasty and any other goddamned way you ask me to. This is what I want. I want us to check into a hotel room where there is a bed and on that bed you and I can get naked and fuck like wild a****ls the rest of the night. I swear to God I will knock the bottom out of it or die trying. Now. Is that something that... Is that possible?" Cards on the table.
I felt like i had just jumped off of something very high up, and didn't know what I was going to land on.
She didn't talk for a few seconds, cast her eyes down and licked her lips, like she was building up to something. Here is was, probably, the proverbial "rub".
"Um... Oh. Oh damn, my pussy is getting wet. Just your talk... Baby, I'm fucking wet. Yes I want to fuck. Oh my God I want you to tear this little pussy up like I know you can. I... Oh. Whew," and so help me, I believed it, the way she shuddered that last part out, rocking her hips again a little bit as she said it. I started strangling on my lust again. "But I haven't really been uh.. honest with you about Sabrina and all of this, and I guess you should know some stuff before you go and get us that room," her eyes cast down again, her mouth back into that adorable pout, and then more quietly, looking back away, "I really don't want to fuck this up. Um-- first of all, Sabrina's not just my friend. She's.. you know, we're like, together-- she's my uh, girlfriend. We've been seeing each other for a few years now, and I... love her very much."
She looked sidelong at me, to see how I was taking it, but that part I was already expecting. "OK," I said. "that's cool, awesome, even. But if you have a steady-- boyfriend OR girlfriend-- then why are you hooking up with guys at rest stops? Not to look a gift unicorn in the mouth, you understand, but...?"
"Um... Heh. Well... It's like, I love her, you know? And she's awesome, but I'm maybe not as, uh... gay? As she is... I guess? Sometimes, um, I just need more than she's got to give. Sometimes I just need a... uh..." she glanced over at my lap. "... I just need a fucking dick real bad and I wind up going out and I get it. Times before, I would just sneak around and do it, and that... That really hurt her and it hurt me, too, you know, doing that to her. I really do love her as a person, and sex with her is really good and all, but it's just not everything I really need, I guess, not all the time, anyway. I guess she finally understood that or whatever, and... Um, she started kind of helping me go out and, like, 'get my fix' sometimes, you know? Like looking out for me, or whatever. Make sure I was, like, safe and all. We only did it a couple of times the first year or so, but lately we've been... doing it a little more often." She said all of this with her head straight down, looking at her hands holding her phone in her lap. She had trailed off, and it felt like it was my turn to say something. I had no idea what to say; I was still crystallizing my thoughts on the matter. It wasn't what I had expected, that's for sure, but it certainly wasn't something that I couldn't deal with.
"Wow. That's... That's something." I said, stalling a little more. "Um-- the takeaway I get, there, is that she must, uh... she must love you very, very much and really wants to hold on to you no matter what. It's either really selfless and noble or really, um... pitiful? I guess? That's not to judge; I obviously don't know her at all and please believe I mean no disrespect." I felt like I had perhaps talked too much, but I wasn't bullshitting, either.
"Like I said, she loves me. And she's like... my best friend and I love her too and she's so good to me.... but I just can't do without guys. I guess I'm kind of a slut, or something..." She finished with a short, rueful laugh.
"Hey-- stop right there. No. Enjoying sex-- and even needing it on some level-- that does NOT make you a slut. It makes you human. We are ALL sluts, right?"
"I guess I should have said, like, nympho or something? Um... I think I kind of need sex more than most girls. It's why I... Um. Well, I guess there's more I have to tell you. This part isn't always so easy."
Oh, Lord, I thought. Here's the crazy part, I'm sure. Too good to be true, too good to be true...
"Um..." she took a deep breath, "lately we've been doing this more, you remember I said that? Well, it's because Sabrina, uh... films it and we uh..." Oh shit. "We, uh... put it on a, uh... website. You know. A, uh... an adult site? About me. I do porn, I guess you could say." She wouldn't look at me.
I kept my mouth shut tight. I was a married man, with k**s and a respectable job. I was NOT about to become an amateur porn star. I couldn't. No way, no how. Not even for a goddess like Diana. Fuck.
"The money's really good," she was nervous, filling the space. "I also do camming and stuff-- I really only keep my job for the bennies. My living is from fucking, now, I guess. I'm apparently pretty good at it." She ventured a peek at me from the corner of her eye. "And... honestly? I like doing it. I really do. I fucking love sex, and I love that feeling I get when someone new wants me." Chest starting to heave a little bit. Oh, good Lord. She was waiting for me to say something now. I could feel her looking at me again.
"Well... Um. This is me having not the slightest idea what to say, rare enough, but also thinking that I'm going to have to stop thinking you just can't get any more wild and sexy. I'm going to stop doing that because I keep turning out to be wrong. Which is also pretty rare, honestly. This is what all that looks like, so take it in."
"Heh." She smiled, and it was sincere and warm and inviting. "Yeah. Well, the reason Sabrina's kind of... well-- upset, I guess, is that she knows that you probably won't let us film this one, big ol' professional-family man-type-guy and all, but I still want to do it anyway." Her voice changed, pace got more rushed. "Because you're hot. And you're nice. And I really like you." Another shuddering breath. "Plus you have this nice, fat dick." And then she was looking up at me with a face so sweet and so innocent and so hungry that there was no way to say no, no way to say much of anything, my throat had tightened so, so I just labored to swallow and kept driving.
"I texted her about your family and job and stuff and she said I should bail right away, but I just couldn't. Mike, I can tell-- you really need... You need a good fuck, don't you? Don't you have some nasty shit all built up inside that you wanna just... let out on someone? I would do that for you. I want to be that for you. That's... what I kind of look for, in a guy. It's what does it for me, you know? Mike-- you're, like, a sexual person-- I can tell in your talk and stuff. You want to fuck and I bet you know how to do it and make a girl feel really good, don't you? Huh? Fuck yes you can, I told you I can tell; I'm never wrong about that. But that's not really happening for you in your life right now, is it?"
"Not... Not hardly, no. Is my... frustration that obvious?" My head was spinning. The road. Focus on the road.
"Probably not. But I'm perceptive," she smiled.
"Well. Um." Trying to get hold of myself a little. "Um, you and Sabrina guessed right about the no-filming thing. That can't happen, and I'm sorry. You can't know how sorry, especially if it's a deal-breaker. Um... Can I offer to somehow... uh, defray your opportunity costs, instead?" That was pretty much proposing prostitution to her, I realized belatedly. Not my intention. Bonehead.
"Well, I never turn down a gift, that would be rude-- but I don't really need your money and I'm not a fucking hooker." I grew hugely alarmed at that, readied a protest to explain myself until she continued, "But I do need something that you just happen to have, though. It's something that I still need really really bad, baby." That purring again; at least now I knew why she was so preternaturally good at seduction.
"Damn, girl. Whew. Uh." I looked down at my freshly revived hard-on. "I- uh-- I have one more question about Sabrina. How do I put this? Does she do this just to, you know, help out, be the camera-person and make a little scratch too, or does she... "
I tried long enough searching for the right way to ask that she said, "Does she what?"
"Does she, uh... Like it? Watching you... do your thing?" God knows I will, I thought.
"Yeah, she likes it, the nasty little bitch." Her expression when she said that made me instantly envision her saying it right into Sabrina's pussy and I shifted in my pants again. "She'll never admit it, of course-- but she touches her pussy a lot while she's filming and I've seen her jacking to the vids later a bunch of times. She's pretty horny-- like me-- which suits me just fine. We fuck like every single day. But she's just not as... open, I guess?... about it as me. She's not really down for the boys like I am, either."
"Do you uh... Um. Do you think she will want to uh, watch, this time too? Even if she doesn't have to film it? I mean-- what else is she gonna do while I murder your pussy? I plan to take my time with you, honey, if you'll let me. I think we have a lot of stuff to work out."
"Oh baby you give me chills. Fuck. You gonna murder it, huh. That big dick. NASTY motherfucker. Damn, I am gonna do some shit to you, fuck. Uh..." she visibly shook off the nasty vibe she had slipped back into for a second. "Um, she might go and get something to eat, hang out somewhere I guess. Do...Do you WANT her to watch?" She was breathing like she had run all the way from Atlanta.
"Hell fucking yeah I want her to watch. Shit, I want to watch you guys do it, heh, but I get that might be weird for her or whatever--" Got what a pervy, tired, fratboy thing to say. Dumbass. "Look, I'm sorry, I'm just... super horny and I'm kinda k**ding with that other shit but the real truth is that I kinda just feel bad about it-- thinking about you and me doing something so magical and so fucking awesome, sharing what we are gonna share while this person who loves you is just stuck out in the cold to sit in a Denny's or some other shithole waiting for you to come back to her all well-fucked and glowing. That's not cool. It seems pretty fucked up to me, actually, and this may sound dumb but I don't know if I could really enjoy our time together like I should with that hanging in the back of my mind, you know? If she loves you as you say, then she really deserves better than that... But I don't know what else to suggest."
Suddenly I heard a noise from her lap, a tinny voice. Diana noticed, too, smiled sheepishly at me and raised her phone to her ear, listened for a moment. "Hey. Ok, thanks baby. I love you sooo much." Thumbed it off, still looking at me cutely hangdog.
"So she heard everything I just said." I didn't know if that was good or bad.
"Yeah. And she says you're OK now. I think--" she checked her phone again quick, "I think she kind of likes you, too." I couldn't tell if she were teasing or not. "Lord knows that girl needs her some good dick. I don't think she's ever been fucked proper by a man, seriously. The only boyfriend she ever had was.. Well, there's a reason she's gay and it's not just biology. He was a true asshole."
"Fuckers give the rest of us a bad name, I guess. Maybe his dick will fall off, save us all from his genes. So... this means, what? We start looking for a room, then? Nothing that has been said here is an insurmountable problem for me, unless there's something else I should know about? You don't, like... have a dick or anything, do you?"
She laughed. "Would you still want to fuck me if I did?"
I looked her right in the face. "You know what? Yeah-- I absolutely would." I was dead serious.
"Well I have to disappoint you there, but there are maybe some other surprises in store, depending, but... they are uniformly the nice kind." Coy and sweet, but finished with a nasty bite of the lip, and a hint of tongue peeking out. This girl was unreal.
"You know-- it's weird-- you, and the concept of 'disappointment'--they won't both fit in my head at the same time." She giggled again.
I drove on, reaching under the seat for the stash box again. "Load 'er up."
"That's going to be your job," she teased, but took the box.
End Excerpt 2. Will our stupid-ass hero get to work the walls and the middle, or will he be castrated by a vengeful lesbian lover? Find out what happens next time on...
OK fuck it that's enough for now. Part 3 will actually have some kind of sex in it, surprisingly enough.
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