Monkey Love
- 4 years ago
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I walked out of my bedroom right into the cross face slap of my sister. Her skinny little arms lacked the space alien granted muscle. Thankfully.
“Zoë!” Mom shouted as I staggered out of surprise not injury. “What is wrong with you?”
“It’s OK, Mom,” my sister threw her hair and stalked off to the bathroom, “He already apologized for it.”
“Then why did you hit me!” I whimpered manfully. Mom rushed over to me.
“Is it over? Do you want me to punish her?” She asked.
“No Mom,” I smiled as I answered both questions and zigzagged around her to the kitchen.
“Not taking glee in getting each other in trouble?” She tutted as she followed. “You want to show her how to grow up some more?”
“Not really,” I shrugged as I excavated my breakfast from the cupboards. I often ate Honey Nut Cheerios. I put the box back. I did not want to acclimate my cereal expectations to anything more flavorful thank Flakes and Ohs.
“That’s a lot of butter and syrup, why don’t you just have cookies for breakfast?” Dad joined us in the kitchen as I had popped my Eggos from the toaster.
“Because I’d rather have you sarcastic than Mom nagging,” I answered and started to lift one around and eat with my hands. Mom dropped a fork next to the butter knife I had used.
“Sometimes it’s better not to answer every question,” Dad laughed at me. Mom set a cup of coffee down in front of him. “Thank you, Lovely.”
“Zoë’s in a mood,” She warned Dad. I had something to snark about that but I had stuffed my first forkful into my mouth. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Dean.”
Zoë skipped out. She tied up her hair raising the hem of my old jersey high enough to flash her red panties. “Morning Dad.”
“Mornin’ sweetheart.” Dad sighed and grabbed Mom’s shoulder after he stood up. Mom rubbed his fingers as he wished us all a good day and set off. Zoë sat down next to me, not around the corner as she used to, that stopped Dad for a moment in the doorway. He accepted the change as soon as Zoë elbowed me.
“Shower up and meet me out there early enough to talk to Kia.”
“Sure thing, boss,” I grumbled.
“Dean, dishes. Dishwasher.” Mom warned me. I quarter-smiled an apology and set off for a shower. I turned up the heat a couple of times. I felt cold. Alone.
I met Zoë outside and she was on her phone. She snapped up when I was close. She flicked her head up the street and saw Kia walking down. Stepping on my toes makes my hand wave to the pretty girl. The wonders of the human body.
“Hey Kia.” I smiled. My words collided into her “Hey Dean.”
“Are you two dating or what?” Zoë interjected.
I hesitated. Kia looked surprised.
“See, my brother’s not going to say it. The way you want nothing to do with him when there’s no witnesses to you and your new boyfriend. That’s mean.”
“Don’t be so blunt,” I reprimanded my sister.
“I don’t want to lead him on,” Kia sounded a third her size. “I’m not ready for sex or anything and I was afraid I--”
“He had no idea that’s what you were doing,” Zoë snapped. “If you’re smart, you’re done with her and you’ll go see Marin today.”
“What! No, I could--”
“Yeah, force yourself to do something you’ll end up hating him for. He’ll love that.” Zoë scoffed. The bus was lumbering up the street, its brakes beginning to squeal. Zoë cracked my chest. “Come home for dinner. We need to talk.”
I looked to Kia and at least wasn’t as shell shocked as the green-haired, metal-mouthed, beanpole that was so much more striking in the box. I smiled.
“I asked you out to get to know you,” I told her. “If I’m a trophy you want to show off. I’d rather you tell me so we can move on or if you’re interested, you can’t leave me in the dark again.”
Kia nodded. She smiled. She didn’t answer. I sat by myself towards the back of the bus. Three times on the journey, Laurie popped out of her shared seat with Kia to look back at me. Each time she was looking more and more impressed. Laurie was more acne prone in the real world. She was chubbier too. I sunk down into my seat. The bus filled up. Some freshman girl dropped down next to me so she could chatter with her friends across the aisle.
Zoë grabbed Xiomara with a harsh word. I stepped off the bus. Kia and Laurie had touched base with Hannah and Wanda. Wanda rushed over to me. As rushed as she could be on crutches.
“Did you feel anyone else trying to get into your cabinet before you woke up here?” She hissed.
“No, did someone try to--”
“We’re not perfectly synched then!” She giggled.
“Hey Wanda, that’s my boyfriend your stealing.” Kia said the word boyfriend with such polite trepidation that I almost said no. I wanted a bit more energy from her. I smiled. I almost got to assuage her fears.
“Dude, I’m going to be dead in four years. Don’t be cockblocking.” Wanda scoffed. Kia turned white with me. I didn’t turn red.
“Wanda, I just told you that--”
“Yeah, yeah,” Wanda rolled her eyes. I was not prepared for her to shout, “Connie! C’mere!”
Kia immediately stepped back. Connie, Renée and clutch of other cheerleaders in civilian clothes looked confused. Connie saw me, grabbed Renée’s arm and walked over. Renée was kept purposefully on my side.
“Hi Connie, Hi Renée,” I greeted them.
“Hey Dean,” She said with a slow calculated decision. I saw her fingers squeeze Renée’s arm. Renée’s yellow decorated bookbag jiggled as she swayed.
“Hi Dean. Hi Wanda.” She murmured.
“So, c’mere?” Connie turned up the corner of her grin in contest with the crutch ridden girl.
“Yeah, Dean’s been really nice to me. Where would I go on campus for some privacy for a,” She tried to gesture a fist towards her mouth as her tongue poked out her cheek. She scrambled back for her crutch. I put a steadying hand behind her shoulder blades.
“Wow.” Connie laughed. She almost turned to leave. Renée looked at her captain and gestured with her head. It was a clear signal, “Tell the girl.”
“No, no, no, no, no, no,” Kia crossed her arms and shook her head. I tried to laugh. That was a strangled attempt at being above this situation.
“Renée drove today, maybe she’ll let her use her back seat in the parking lot.” Connie shrugged. “What kind of slut do you think I am, Wanda?”
“The best kind?” Wanda grinned.
Connie was laughing. “Alright, alright, thanks for calling me over like a dog. I’m glad there was a whole schoolyard of witnesses.” She was grinning. “It’s in your hands now, Renée.”
“Why would it be in her hands?” Kia huffed.
“She wants to steal your boyfriend or Wanda’s whatever,” Connie gestured.
The blonde with the big tits was fire hydrant red, “You don’t just tell a boy that!”
“Yeah,” Wanda put a finger in Connie’s face. She grabbed back on her crutch before she continued. “At least do what Marin did and promise to suck his dick so hard that he dumps Kia.”
“Marin?” Connie scrunched her nose, “The tall pale chick with the buckshot of freckles. How the hell did you become Mr Popular?”
“Alien abduction,” I answered. Kia and I had to grab Wanda who laughed herself off of her crutches. The first bell rang, 10 minutes to class.
“Walk me to English, Dean?” Renée asked through her embarrassed red face.
“The hell he will!” Kia grabbed my arm and her red face was all wrath.
“If bitches weren’t crazy, I’d envy you, Dean,” Connie said. “You want to walk to class with me, Wanda?”
“You’re just being nice to me so I’ll blow you,” Wanda grinned and started off with Connie. I shook my head.
“I have to go to English. As does Renée. You’ve got math, Kia. I’ll see you later.”
“OK, I’m sorry Renée,” Kia huffed. “His sister is mean.”
“Of course she is,” Renée rolled her eyes, “It’s not like I haven’t known Zoë for years.”
I chatted with Renée on the way over. I was going to have to get to know her better in the box. I didn’t know much of what made her brain tick. It wasn’t like Xiomara or Pat. We sat through class and said bye before splitting for second period. I rushed to art class. I got there before Marin and looped the hallways a few times until she had arrived and chosen a seat.
“Hey you,” I grinned as I flumped down next to her.
“Am I going to have to separate you two again?” The teacher sighed. Knock knock on the door frame. We all turned and I saw Kia.
“Yes Ms Parker?” Our teacher greeted with a tempered grimace.
“I need to talk to my boyfriend for just a moment. I’ll be gone by the bell. I won’t interrupt your class.” She said. She stared me down as the teacher warned her the bell was less than a minute away. Marin shook her head as I walked over to Kia.
“I will treat you as good in private as I do in public.” She rushed out. The bell rang. She kissed me and bolted. She wasn’t going to arrive at her history class in time. I walked back and sat next to Marin.
“I changed my mind,” Marin told me. “You have to dump her first.”
“Good,” I nodded, “Otherwise I wouldn’t get you at your best.”
“Don’t say that if I’m not going to get any.” She whispered.
The rest of the day was school. Classes I saw even less of a use for than before the box. Friends that tired me out. Girls I had come to expect more from. Social games I had no respect for. Kia sat next to me on the bus.
“You’re not getting off?”
“A couple stops later and I can make a quick trip to Dashawn’s.” I told her. A true story. Another stop after that was my destination though. I checked my phone. I hoped her school got her home by the time our late-as-shit buses got me home.
“Oh, hi,” A tall blond man opened the door. Her father was 6’ and then some? He should get a genetics test done.
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I dried off and dressed. Black slacks, a shirt with buttons, if there were belts and shoes I might have looked good enough to serve coffee in an office. The girls fared better. They had dresses, blouses, attempts at class. There were no laces or sashes by which we could asphyxiate ourselves. “I thought black guys were supposed to be really big,” Marin did not need to enunciate that. She was saying, “Oh, he’s just another Dean.” An under the breath mumble, that’s all it would’ve taken....
“-ke up! Wake up! Wake up!” I grabbed the hands that were slapping my face. I opened my eyes to sharp pain. My cheeks were sore but my ass was throbbing. I blinked hard. That green light was hell. “Oh, thank God!” I was tackled in a hug from the side. I let go of Renée’s hands and stroked Pat’s hair. Xiomara hurried over. I got to my feet. It felt like I weighed thirty pounds less. I landed right in front of Xiomara. “OK, hi girls. Good morning.” I said, blinking and shielding my eyes. The...
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Pat’s naked wet butt slipped across the monitor and she fell right onto the floor. Andrea was the only one of us not laughing, Pat included. Andrea smiled as she helped Pat back to her feet. The Chinese girl gave me an incredulous look. “You both got naked out here.” She shook her head. She reached over and picked a flake off of my shoulder. “Seems you’ll have to stay in the puddle not to get the black stuff all over you. Yes, I know it’s orange, Pat.” “Oh,” Frowned the redhead as she was...
I woke up chilled, wet, and green. I couldn’t help but grin. This is where I wanted to be. My stomach sank. I had girls fighting over me right now back home. The fights here were more like sisters or friends. I didn’t want to see that need in Connie’s eyes to tear down Suzi so I’d only see Renee. No, I preferred to be in the disgusting greenlit sticky flaked nightmare trillions of miles from Earth. I rocketed up to my feet to the surprised screams of no longer dozing girls. Renee was at me...
I was hurt but not injured. I rolled my shoulders and stretched out my arms as I climbed to my feet. “Hello! Xiomara! Girls!” I shouted up but I knew there had been at least two floors below me when my grip had slipped. The air cut apart noise long before it could reach them. “Shit.” I felt around and assured myself that I was still in the little outcropping off the path. I was and I wasn’t. I was in the half octagon that was the indent but the hallway ran into it as a dead end, not...
I rubbed Pat’s hair and head hard. Shampoo suds bubbled over my fingers, down her bangs, and off her chin. She was laughing and sputtering out the shower spray. Xiomara scrubbed off my back. Andrea reached for my cock. I smiled at her and shook my head. “Your sister said you needed it.” She worried. I kissed her nose. “I do need it and I’m glad you’re eager to do it.” She was with an excuse and someone else to blame. “But I’m not giving Reggie more of a show then he has to get. Later, we’ll...
“There you are!” Zoë was naked. Everyone was naked. Elizabeth and Andrea grabbed me and dragged me to left shower. I had always used right shower. Lockerside shower. They immediately started pulling off my clothes. “What’s going on, Zo?” “Two days left.” She put up her hands, kinked her wrists, cocked her hips, flashed her smile. “New dress code. What do you think?” “I like it.” Connie said as soon as Renée whipped off her top. “You’re not naked with that orange shit on you.” Pat said...
I reached over and grabbed my phone from the night table. Renée? Goddammit. Did I get pulled out of-- My erection was just a morning wood. I was glad I hadn’t sprayed everywhere. Groggily, I found and answered the phone. I heard Dad muttering as he walked past my door. “Who’s calling those kids at ten to seven?” He muttered “Girls for Dean it seems.” Mom said judgmentally. “Dean!” Renée shouted in my ear. She immediately followed up with, “Sorry Dad. Didn’t mean to wake you. Uh, Connie....
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It was a great night, mum looked fabulous in a short, lightweight summer dress, one of those wrap over things that showed rather a lot of her lovely legs when she sat down, her breasts were getting their fullness back too and it showed by the way they jiggled as she walked. "I wonder how many of these women were dressed by their son" she whispered as we stood at the bar waiting for our drinks, she smelled wonderful and I longed to kiss her neck, to nuzzle my mouth into her flesh, to taste...
I awoke the next morning alone in bed and wondered about a repeat performance, but she wasn't even downstairs, then propped up on the kitchen table, I saw a note, Darling, I've nipped out on an errand, ring me on my mobile when you get up, love mum xxxxx. "Hi darling" she said as soon as I rang, "I left you to sleep, I think I wore you out last night" "I'm ready for more mum, anytime you are" "Ooh yes please" she laughed, "Why don't you shower and drive into town, I'll meet...
We spent a long night out in the garden fucking and sucking each other, but by far the sexiest moments were those when I watched mum and Ginny trying to out do each other in turning me on, it was late when we staggered up to bed, but even then they hadn't finished with me. Mum reached for me and rolled on top of me whilst Ginny inserted my shaft into mum's warm sex and when I came for the last time that night, mum squatted on her face and allowed my creamy cum to trickle out into her...
The last few months were going down hill for Mum and Dad, the old man was screwing around again and Mum was talking the big 'D' word. I arrived home from my casual job to see a military staff car parked in the driveway, "looks like the old man's got a promotion" I mused. As I entered the lounge room I was met by one of Dad's colleagues. Matt and Dad had served together in many conflicts and were best mates, His wife Sally and Mum were close friends before a heart attack took her. He...
Back at the bus Mum said she had first dibs at the shower. Although it was a bit primitive, the one in the bus did quite a good job. "OK I'll go over to the ablution block and have mine there" I said. One of the down sides of having fur was when you swim in salt water it leaves it sticky plus gritty from the sand, so I was definitely in need of a shower. I needed plenty of shampoo to bring the fur back to its normal glossy look. I was just about to leave the shower block when a man bumped...
After Matt had left we started to pack up the bus in readiness to return home. I switched the radio on to get the latest news; there was a segment about the 'murder victim'. The police had done a DNA test to see if he was on their records, he wasn't, but his DNA had shown up in no less than five rape case samples taken from his victims, he was a wanted man, they thought it was another rape attempt gone wrong. Jeeze they get things right occasionally. This was a great relief to Mum and...
David hurriedly re-dressed and returned to the living room, where he found his mother lucid and sitting in the chair he had left her in, but not wearing her robe. Instead, she word a black thong bikini, a sheer black mesh top, sheer black stockings, a silver-studded black choker and black five inch heels. "Hi, baby," she sighed. "Mom?!" David squeaked. She waved her hand in front of her, and David saw that her nails were at least two inches long and coated in cherry red polish. "In...
David awoke to find himself sitting, naked, in the living room chair. "What?!" He looked up to see Paul smiling at him. "What the fuck have you done to me, Paul?" "You're going to participate in a little experiment, David." "What have you DONE to me?!" David tried to stand up and beat the shit out of the sneering bastard; tried to stand and just punch him; just tried to stand. His muscles were leaden, exhausted, ignoring every command he sent them. "What have you done, you...
Three hours later, David was in his room with the door shut, all the Playboys and Penthouses that he owned on the bed and opened wide as he fumbled at his crotch, trying hard (pun intended) to get an erection. He wore no pants, but had a flannel shirt buttoned up the front -- he'd rather not look at his own chest right now. David jumped, startled, as the door swung open and Lydia stepped in, wearing only a sheer blue nightie and blue high heels. David scrambled to sweep all the magazines to...
Patricia Mulholland pulled her car into the Moreno's driveway. David Moreno was a student in one of her English seminars, but he had been absent today. Normally she didn't personally deliver assignments to students that missed class, but this just seemed appropriate to do today for some reason. She walked up to the front door and knocked. As she waited, she reached up and adjusted the position of her bra in front. Paul Spellman, another student in her English class, answered the door,...
"I wonder who that could be," Paul mused, then walked to the front window and looked out. "Why, it's your girlfriend, David." "Katie?!" David sprang suddenly to her feet and almost got slapped in the face by her own boob. "She can't see me like this!" she squeaked, scampered to the coat closet, and hid inside. "You too, Lydia. She'll certainly notice that there's something... different... about you!" Lydia pressed her chest forward. "Do you think my breasts will intimidate...
Lydia was dreaming about work. David Gillespy, the attorney that had originally hired her at the law office, had recently hired a young oriental tart named Min Li. Lydia did an excellent job, precise and rapid, and really did not need any more help. Certainly not from a girl that she considered nothing more than eye candy for the men in the office. They were careful, being lawyers, but Lydia could still see that they just wanted a pretty young thing that would smile and bat her eyes for...
Annoyed at the interruption, Lydia opened the front door. "Yes?" Katie, David's girlfriend, stood there, smiling. "Is he here? Is David here?" she asked excitedly. "Come back in the morning," Lydia said and started to shut the door. Katie pushed the door back open, though. "I asked if David is here, Ms Moreno. I expect an answer." Lydia raised an eyebrow at the young woman's pushiness. "Yes, he is here. But, no, he is not going to talk to some little hussy in the middle of the...
"What?" Katie shook her head. A moment ago, she had been tonguing heavenly pecker nectar off Ms Moreno's chest. Now she was in a tall glass cubicle slowly filling with water. Paul was piled naked against the side of the cubicle, pressing his face and hands against the glass, repeating, "But my love! My love!" David stood beside his mother, sporting a four foot erection, looking at Katie. "What? What did you do, David?" David shrugged. "I don't know. I just wished to find out the...
Lisa Diaz looked out the window as the buildings rolled by. She was taking the bus across town to meet her sister, Tina, then the two were going to go shopping for an anniversary present for their parents. Lisa had followed her sister's example of not even trying to do the car-at-college thing. Even if you could afford the payments and insurance, you had to be a pit bull to get a parking space on campus. Lisa smiled: Tina apparently liked being carless so much that she still hadn't gotten...
By 4:00, the Lyons and Hartcliffe building had already put in a reconciliatory call to their rebellious daughter company across the street. "Hello? Is this Moreno's son?" "This is David." "David, this is Charles Gillespy. We'd like to discuss, uhm... terms." "Mmmm... nah." "C'mon! How can these men go home to their wives dressed like... THIS?!" "Well, maybe it will teach them a lesson." "How can they go home to their daughters?! To their sons? That look up to them?! As...
I felt the covers that had lain over us stir and the absence of my lover’s body as I awoke. My eyes caught a glimpse of her bared buttocks as they disappeared into the bath room’s door. I stretched out my arms and legs luxuriously to drive the sedentary muscles of sleep from my body, it felt so good to simply relax. To know that soon Brenda would come to greet the morning with me, even though I doubted we would make love, the thought was nice to conceive. I let her have the time she needed to...