Naked Society Volume 1 Isaac
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This character has nothing to do with the Isaac in Midnight Plush (q.v.). The idea for this story came in a dream, and that was his name in the dream, so I didn’t change it. This is the closest thing to a traditional short story I’ve submitted, and I would really like solid critique on it. Especially, did I do a good job of writing from a man’s point of view? Oh, and I guess I should state this explicitly, based on some so-called ‘feedback’ I’ve gotten on other stories: Everything I write is fiction.
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WHEN I WAS thirty-four years old, I came to the realization that I, Isaac Newton, had done nothing more with my life than bum through it.
It’s all my parents’ fault. I have to hand it to them for giving me that name. It ensured that, without their ever having to raise an eyebrow or purse a lip, all the high motivations and encouragement to succeed that the world could offer would be focused on their son.
But I fixed them! I majored in philosophy, which prepared me to do with my life exactly what I’d always wanted to–nothing, but with the ability to really ruminate over it if there were no magazines in the bathroom. So, while Mom and Dad were calling NC State to request a refund on my tuition, I was busy perfecting my brickface and stucco skills. I liked the job, liked the guys, liked the paycheck, so I stayed. The cast of characters changed, but there were three of us who lacked the ambition to leave: me, my boss, and the owner.
Then there was Brenda, the receptionist. The first time she saw me flick a butt on the ground, she reacted like I had napalmed a small village and made me skulk over and pick the cigarette up. She was always reprimanding me for my smoking, but she’d looked kind of bummed when I’d asked my boss for two weeks off to go see my family and my best friend Phil. I was ready for a break from the routine, but I had to admit I had started sort of liking it when Brenda nagged me.
Mom and Dad were thrilled that I’d come home, and they were slathering me with parental love in the form of brontosaurus-sized steaks and Mom’s Magic Peanut Butter Cup Pudding. Before both my liver and pancreas broke down from exhaustion, I excused myself to go sit out on the stoop and have a smoke.
It was early September, but it still felt like summer. I plopped down onto the concrete, thinking how when I was a kid we’d all be out here playing, watching for the first street light to come on, which meant we had to come home. There were no kids out now, probably they were playing video games or watching softcore porn disguised as network TV.
I’d just lit up when my brother Ernest ‘Don’t Call Me Fig’ came out and sat beside me. ‘When are you gonna quit those things?’ he said.
I took a long drag. ‘I plan to be the last person on the planet still smoking,’ I said.
‘You probably will,’ he answered, raising his beer at me, ‘but it’s a pretty pathetic vice.’
‘Yeah, well, crossdressing wasn’t working out so well.’
He snorted and I kicked off my boots and rested my bare feet on the step. As a kid, it had always been one of my favorite things to sit out on summer evenings when the air was getting cool but the concrete was still warm. It made the right parts of your body just the right temperature to totally enjoy the experience.
‘How’s work going?’ I said.
‘Okay.’ He shrugged. ‘My boss is an ass.’ He left unsaid the obvious sequitur: But whose isn’t?
‘Well, if you want him bricked into his office, you know who to call.’
‘How’s your job going?’
‘Same as always. The only reason my boss and I know what’s going on is because we can’t have our heads up our asses because the owner’s is already in there.’
Ernest snorted again, but now I was thinking about Brenda. Fireflies were streaking upward from the grass. Ernest and I had used to catch them and put them in jars, and they would blink by our beds all night long. Brenda was bright and sparkly like that. I let the last smoke of my cigarette slouch out of my mouth, then ground the butt out on the step. I did not flick it into the bushes.
With an extra bowl of pudding in tow, I set out for Phil’s. We hadn’t seen each other in a year, it was harder now that Phil had three kids. But when I pulled into the driveway, Phil regressed into the Sweetheart of Kappa Delta Rho and gave me the brotherhood yell while I flipped him the finger. A second later he straightened up like a CEO’s tie as his daughter Trudy came up from behind me with the mail.
Trudy was taller and thinner now, with long brown hair pulled into a ponytail. ‘Hi, Trude,’ I said, reaching out to shake her hand.
‘Greetings, Sir Isaac,’ she giggled, tilting her head winsomely. Great, she’d finally heard about him in school.
‘Trudy, that’s not funny,’ Phil said automatically, not even looking up from the mail.
‘It’s okay. What grade are you in now, Trudy?’
‘Fourth.’ She was smiling cutely. I didn’t know what else to say. I’d always been a flop with chicks, even when I was in the fourth grade. Luckily, like most chicks, Trudy liked to talk, and she regaled me while Phil finished checking the mail. Then he looked up and said, ‘Have you done your homework?’
‘Daddy, it’s after supper.’
‘I know, but did you do your homework?’
‘I did it when I got home! Why are you always yelling at me?’ She flounced toward the house, somehow managing to communicate disapproval using only her shoulderblades.
‘Always in the deep end of the estrogen pool,’ Phil said. ‘Come on, let’s go find Cindy.’
But Cindy’d heard my car, and she threw open the door and grabbed me into a big hug while their escapee pet cats formed a knot around my ankles. She was cute in a sorority sister kind of way, with frosted blonde hair to her shoulders and blue eyes, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with flowers on it.
I was going to be there till the weekend, putatively earning my keep by fixing some of the stucco on their back wall. But what I would in fact be doing was keeping the kids’ attention diverted from the fact that they were being parented. And it worked out pretty well, because everybody loves wet stucco and everybody really loves having Uncle Isaac clean them up by blasting them with the garden hose. But by Thursday night I was beat. Maybe that explains why I started rehashing my so-called love life as I lay in bed waiting to fall asleep.
I hadn’t had a steady girlfriend in about a year. Of course, it was my own fault. My last girlfriend liked to be spanked and I just couldn’t do it. She had a great ass, but that was the problem. Who wanted to bruise a fantastic set of cheeks like that? She’d be there across my lap begging, and all I could muster was a soft pat. So, since I didn’t satisfy her deepest longings, she’d had to leave. Brenda had a nice ass too. What if she liked people to do kinky stuff like snap rubber bands on it or something? I wasn’t up for that. Why couldn’t she just want me to caress it? I’d even kiss it if she’d let me. Nothing like the feel of some peachy soft cheeks…I had to take a deep breath.
Then I was in the bathroom, standing there naked and completely unconcered about that fact. Cindy was in the tub, suds snaking down from her throat between her spread knees. God, she was sexy! How could I not have noticed it before? She stood up and the suds bubbles were sliding down around her nipples and navel, the water shining on her body. Phil grabbed me and pressed me up against her. The cool water parted and her warm skin was against mine, and my cock was sneaking toward her waiting pussy…
I was in a cold room. My eyes were wide to the dark, like those of a mental patient in the throes of a particularly horrible hallucination. I had had a sexual dream about Cindy! Jesus fuck! I started to sweat. Now I was not only an underachiever but a pervert.
I had to do something quick, so I envisioned Brenda standing in the shower, water curtaining down her b
ody. Much better, and my penis was agreeing, so I kept going. I got in the shower with Brenda and took her in my arms. Her soft tits were mashed into my chest, her curves fitting nicely into my angles, and when I kissed her she kissed back. I ran my hands down her back, and she caressed my ribs, the warm water sluicing down between us. ‘Oh, girl,’ I said, and lay her lightly against the wall. Our breath cut swaths through the steam in the air, and she opened up for me and whispered my name just as I entered…
Errrtt! Rewind! To just as I backed her into the wall, where she would say, ‘I’m sorry, but I’m not that kind of girl.’ No, even further, to where I was peeking in the shower and she looked at me with her wet hair swept back except for some lacy tendrils on her cheeks and said, ‘If you want this with me, you’ll have to marry me.’
‘Okay,’ I said, ‘will you marry me?’ and she smiled and nodded.
But the whole thing was coming unglued, because what if we did get married and our life morphed into…Phil and Cindy’s? Brenda would be in the shower yelling about how the kids couldn’t even let her get a bath in peace, and I’d be frantically racing after babies and cats, trying to remember which ones needed the diapers and which ones got the milk. Now my sweat was cryogenic, and my penis had gone into witness protection. Fuck! Phil and Cindy had ruined my life!
I looked at the clock. It was only five-fifteen, too late to sneak a smoke without waking everybody, too early to call anybody. Ernest would answer the phone but he’d pummel me the next time he saw me. Nobody was at the office yet. But I could still leave a message for Brenda. I grabbed my cell and dialed.
‘You have reached Hinkle Brick and Stucco,’ Brenda’s voice said, ‘but we’re not available to take your call. Please leave a message at the tone.’
Beep!
‘Bren, this is Isaac,’ I said. Then my mind went blank. ‘Uh, I just wanted to say hi, and, uh…’
Well, this was sounding good, and I could never delete the message, which I was sure the guys would play all day.
‘So, uh, could you tell Dave I’ll be back Monday? Thanks, bye.’
Where had that come from? I wasn’t planning on going back for another week. I reached for my smokes. The pack was empty. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Next thing I knew, the door opened and Phil said, ‘For Christ’s sakes, get the fuck out of bed.’ He was talking frat talk
‘Blurgh,’ I said, but he knew what I meant.
‘Isaac,’ he said crisply, authoritatively. ‘It’s late. Get out of bed.’ Now he was back to Daddy-speak.
I opened one gluey eye, wiped the drool off my cheek, and looked at the clock. ‘Seven o’clock is late?’
He kneed the bedrail and said, ‘Everyone else is up and moving. The cats are the only people still asleep.’
‘The cats aren’t people, Phil.’
‘You know what I mean. Get up.’
When I got downstairs, Phil was the only one left home, checking his Palm Pilot one last time before he went to work. I put the empty pack of cigarettes on the counter, and he just looked at me. I took the last fifty dollars out of my wallet, leaving the last forty in, and put the bills on top of the cigarette pack. ‘I’m going the fuck home,’ I said.
‘Good,’ he said, and nodded.
‘You asshole,’ I said, laughing.
He put the Palm Pilot down and stood up. ‘Man, I’m glad you came,’ he said.
‘Yeah.’
Then we did something we’d never done before. Usually we punched each other, but this time we hugged. It didn’t feel weird, either, it was like hugging Ernest at Mom and Dad’s.
‘Take care of yourself,’ he said as he let me go.
‘You too.’
‘And take the money with you.’
‘Come on, you guys put me up for four days.’
‘I’m just going to send the money back to you.’
He would, too. All I could come up with was, ‘Well, it’s your postage stamp.’
‘Get out of here,’ he said as his cell phone rang.
A couple of hours later I was heading south, waiting for my cup of mini-mart coffee to cool down to the temperature of magma while the voice of Ricky Skaggs reminded me that we were taking the Dixie Highway home. I hadn’t bought any cigarettes and there wasn’t a lot to do, so I dialed my phone.
‘Hinkle Brick and Stucco,’ Brenda’s voice said in a tone that meant: It’s Friday, don’t push me.
‘Hey, Bren, it’s Isaac.’
‘Hey!’ Her voice brightened. ‘Where are you?’
‘I don’t know. Somewhere in Virginia.’ I was trying not to flop. Then words channeled from some other, bigger brain than mine. ‘Hey, you doing anything this weekend?’
‘Nothing special. Why?’
I was trying simultaneously to figure out where these actions were coming from, and not to disrupt their flow. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘you want to do something?’
She paused, and I waited for her to laugh in my face via my phone. But then she said, ‘Okay, what?’
‘I don’t know. I’ll think of something on the way down. I should be there right about when you’re getting off work.’
‘Okay. But I don’t want you smoking.’
‘Not a problem.’
‘Okay, then, see you later.’
‘Okay.’
I wasn’t sure what to say next, but she saved me by telling me she had a call on the other line and we hung up. Then the car levitated over a bump and I realized that I, Isaac Newton, had conquered gravity and was happily settled in a slow but realistic orbit.
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GayMolly came to consciousness as a vagina -- a very tight one. A new one. It hurt. “Oh, Daphne, oh, baby...” The penis got deep enough into Daphne to wake up the clan. “What the hell is going on?” came a loud voice, very close by. It could be no one else but Adam. “Hi, Adam,” said Molly quickly. “Don’t worry. You’re dead. You come alive when your descendants have sex.” The penis poked in and out, the live boy gasping. “What? Come off it!” shouted Adam. “Yes, Daphne, yes!” said the boy,...
“Dad, I’ve gotta say, that was the nicest dinner we’ve had in a long time. It’s really nice when you don’t make those digs about, ‘When do I get my grandchild?’” Zach’s stomach went cold. If she only knew... As they drove back from the fancy restaurant in the big city to her suburban home, Jen’s eyes drooped. A few minutes later her eyes were shut, mouth open a bit. “Hey, Jen?” he asked. “Jen?” “Huh?” she said very groggily, then went back to sleep. The drug was taking effect. Five...
The smell of steaming rice and the fumes of teriyaki sauce being painted on soft, juicy chicken enter the room, setting the mood for the usual dinner. Mother always cooked like this of Fridays. This is the only day of the week that Father would come home early from work and the only time where I can converse with him. It's quiet in the kitchen at this time. Mother and Father isn't on good terms right now. The absence of Father from the home worried Mother. She would come up with the most...
InterracialI arrived at the county lockup before breakfast was served. The guard let me bring in an unopened container of yogurt and a bottle of skim milk for my client. Desmond "Tiny" Huntley grinned when he came in and sat down across from me. His grin grew when he saw he had a choice of a healthy breakfast instead of the runny eggs, grits, bacon and coffee that were served every morning at the jail. "You'll be going home today," I said. He was pulling the top off the yogurt and he stopped. He...
This novel is an experimental writing collaboration by TheGulfCoaster and runnergirl. The story has two perfect halves, a male and female side, which fit together as one. Runnergirl will reveal Emmy’s feelings and tell the tale through her perspective, whereas TheGulfCoaster writes from Robbie’s perspective. The two stories share mutual dialogue and action where the two characters intersect and thus this is unique venture. Only by reading Emmy’s and Robbie’s stories, will the reader get the...
Lifestyles of the Very Rich and Unknown Introduction This is another of my stories depicting possible real-life situations, no magic, no science fiction, no unknown chemicals, though adult situations of sexual activity, coercion, kidnapping and some limited violence are involved, so consider yourself forewarned. My intent here is to explore the nature of friendships and relationships, and how people respond to events that are verging on the impossible to deal with. And the ending...
"Lifestyles: Urban Vintage And Exquisitely Permanent" It was an early fall day in the city. October 1955 as Ted Hawthorne finished his coffee and morning newspaper. He left the change for the check on the table then after buttoning his suit coat and putting on his hat he left the restaurant and began his walk down the city sidewalk. By the time he neared the downtown beauty salon he paused and lit a cigarette. But it was only a few moments later that an attractive woman exited the...
“Mike!” shouted a voice down the corridor. “Hey what’s up?” “My friend didn’t show to help out with the lifeguard examinations, and we need a person to pretend to be unconscious!” “Sounds easy; when do you need me?” “In, like, five minutes?” I’d just left the gym and was on my way home. Jessica is my flatmate, a slim brunette girl. She was wearing black capri leggings with three white Adidas stripes on the side and silver stripe around the knee, white trainers and a red polo shirt. She’s...
FetishI was a shy, geeky teenager. I was a really good swimmer and competed on my junior high and high school all-boys swim team. Being in all-boys schools and being a programming geek, I just really didn’t pay attention to girls much, or even have much of an opportunity to meet them. That changed the summer I graduated from high school and turned eighteen.Up until then, my parents drove me everywhere. To practice, swim meets, etc. I was always too busy swimming or programming for hire to be bothered...
IncestLifeguard 11Jill woke up a little disoriented from her early afternoon with Alex, Caley and Ashley. She was having a difficult time sorting it all out when Alex walked back in the room carrying a big glass of orange juice. She sat up as he handed the glass to her. She drank heartily. Alex was naked but seemed nonchalant about it as he waited for her to finish her juice. As she finished he took her glass, put it on the side table, hugged and kissed Jill and said again, “I love you.”The smile...
IncestA young woman learns to accept a difficult challenge. Life's Challenge ? by: Dawna Tompson - June 2002 She walked with a purpose through the low shrubs growing below the dark forest canopy, each foot landing softly on the steep moss-laden path. She wore a cape with a hood thrown over her long brown hair. A short piece of the soft linen of her dress lay exposed just below the cape. Her bare legs lifted the fabric and allowed it to be tossed in the light breeze. On another...
'Life's a Bitch, Then You Blow' By Felicia Trans [email protected] Here I was, sitting on a dirty toilet seat in a filthy gas station restroom, trying to not get grease stains on my mini skirt or camisole top or step in the puddles of urine on the floor with my heeled sandals. I was waiting for the attendant to come in so I could pay for the tank of gas that had just been put into my crappy old Civic with 'service rendered'. And I was thinking back to a little over a year ago...
This is a long story and it is also my first, please be gentle!! I originally wanted to do this with images, but it proved too hard (anyone with help or images they feel suitable please email) normal stuff applies if you are under 18, of a nervous disposition or don't like bondage/tg etc (why are you here!) don't read. Please give feedback (except spelling, grammar mistakes - life's too short!!!) Denver I love your stories please write more soon. On with the...
Months had pasted since Sarah and Holly the little movie. Their love grew stronger everyday they spent together, and the sex was like going to heaven each and every night. Sarah knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with the love of her life, Holly. The week before valentine’s day, Sarah went to the jewelry store and bought Holly the most magnificent proposal ring they had. The perfect engagement ring. On valentine’s day Sarah took Holly to Beau Chattuo, an italian resturant. ...
Months had pasted since Sarah and Holly the little movie. Their love grew stronger everyday they spent together, and the sex was like going to heaven each and every night. Sarah knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with the love of her life; Holly. The week before valentine's day, Sarah went to the jewelry store and bought Holly the most magnificent proposal ring they had. The perfect engagement ring. On valentine's day Sarah took Holly to Beau Chattuo, an italian resturant. ...
LesbianTuesday came and Peter found himself pacing his office. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and he was waiting for a client to get back to him about a new contract. He moved to the window, tapping his pen on the windowsill. He hated waiting. He was trying not to think of Maria moving around his home, doing all the domestic things that he loathed to do. He pictured her in his bedroom, changing the sheets, vacuuming under the bed, kneeling on the floor to fetch a stray sock from under the bench at the...
In his small but immaculate barracks room Marine First Sergeant Jake Weeks took off his uniform for the last time. In his mirror he saw a man who was more at home in a uniform than jeans and a pullover shirt. Tall and lithe with cropped grey hair, blue eyes and leathery tough skin, he looked exactly what he was: a warrior. Or at least what he was up until today. He had spent the afternoon in the NCO club laughing and joking with old friends and avoiding the question of what he was going to...
There were only dying embers left in the fire pit as the breeze off of the lake picked up making Maria shiver in Peter’s arms. ‘Better get you inside.’ Peter broke the silence. ‘It gets pretty cold at night at this altitude.’ Maria sighed, ‘Okay.’ They didn’t move for a moment, enjoying the warmth of each others bodies pressed together on the wicker sofa. Peter liked the way Maria’s body felt in his arms. She was so soft and pliant. He pressed his nose to her hair and inhaled. She smelled...
‘Well, that ended badly.’ Peter mumbled to himself. He tried to get to his feet. He was sitting on the floor of his living room trying to sort out just what had happened. But his alcohol clouded mind and his stinging cheek made coherent thought a little difficult. He had acted like a prick and he knew it. He made another attempt at standing up but his pant-legs were bunched around his ankles and one foot slid out from under him again. ‘Fuck it.’ He growled. And lay back onto the floor, his...
As a recently divorced man pushing fifty, with few social skills and even fewer dating prospects, I felt a change of scenery was in order. I was fortunate to have some money saved up after the breakup, and as I work online as a consultant, I could go anywhere. As the wind whipped the snowfall into the tavern window, my friend suggested I take a trip out of town awhile, and suggested Florida. “The weather is better and you may get your groove going again.” My groove! I had to laugh, I was the...
I had just broken up with my boyfriend, Bryce. I wanted to be able to go to a club, get drunk and fuck with a guy I’d just met. Bryce was too clingy, I liked to be free. Well, now I was. Tonight would be fun. I would get drunk and have sex. Simple, right? Right. I was 21 and in college, and partying was what college was for. I dressed in my sluttiest dress, skipping underwear. The dress was long enough to cover my ass but short enough that when I bent over you could get a full view. I did my...
In all your life you could only feel one way about yourself. You were a loser. Everything about you could be described as "below average" everything from your eyesight to the size of your penis. You were socially inept. You frequented the library, you would spend your time reading romances and erotica, wishing that you could have something like the characters in the stories. Despite everything you told yourself, despite all of your efforts, your attempts at improving any aspect of yourself...
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