Disgusting Beautiful Immoral E-Book

Guy New York

• Herausgeber: QNY
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Disgusting Beautiful Immoral is no doubt, the dirtiest book in the world. It also happens to be smart, funny, sweet, and kinky as hell. From ageplay to spanking and threesomes to moresomes, the story speeds through New York City on a filthy bender of love, desire, and twisted passion. 

Here's what the narrator Thomas has to say about it:


Nobody has ever loved a woman the way Brent and I loved Kelly.

I met her first, and for a while, I thought that mattered. We hooked up at a party, crawled into bed a few days later, and before I knew it she was calling me Daddy as we did everything filthy thing we could dream up. The time after college was the most messed up fuck-fest of a summer I have ever had, and it didn't stop there.

But love comes in different packages, and when Brent finally came back to the city everything changed in an instant. Maybe it was the first time I undressed her in front of him while our roommates watched, or maybe it was that early morning when he parted her legs as I lay next to them on the bed. Whatever it was, the three of us were thrown into a love that couldn't be defined or controlled no matter how hard I tried.

Messy, glorious, and hot as hell, Disgusting Beautiful Immoral is a kinky thrill ride through New York City just as the millennium was ending. We did things to Kelly I didn't know where possible, and together we forged something entirely new.

(MMF, M/F, FF, D/s, DP,  MMMMM/F, Anal, Spanking, and some more I'm forgetting)
 

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DISGUSTING BEAUTIFUL IMMORAL

Guy New York

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ISBN: 9781537889887

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Epilogue

About The Author

More by Guy New York

CHAPTER ONE

~

IT WAS A HOT MAY afternoon, and my air conditioner had broken hours ago. But, with the windows open and the music blasting none of it mattered. Nothing mattered at all. I smiled at every cute girl I passed, and I sang along at the top of my lungs. A few times I even thought about jerking off, but somehow, I never bothered. My mind drifted back to Talia over and over again, and I got hard at least ten times as I pictured her in my bed the night before we left. In spite of my memories, my jeans stayed buttoned as I flew down the winding highway.

Talia and I had a largely chaste relationship, which I’m sure didn’t help. If we had gotten around to fucking, I would most likely have moved on, but as it stood, I couldn’t get the memories out of my head. She climbed into bed with me after our graduation party, and we kissed instantly without saying a word. My hands moved up and down her body with all the skill of a drunk, but somehow she forgave me for everything.

“I don’t think we should have sex,” she finally whispered, as I kissed her neck and slipped my hand under her shirt to cup one of her breasts. I nodded and moaned my understanding, thinking that possibly she knew better than I did. Later that night, when we had mostly stopped kissing, I slid my hand inside her boxers and touched her pussy for the first time. She was softer, wetter, and smoother than anyone I had ever felt, and I gasped in spite of myself.

When I woke up, she was gone, but there was a sweet note telling me she loved me and hoped I had a good trip home. She was going back to the west coast, and besides, we had only ever just been friends.

She had been the one I turned to after my breakup with Claire, and she had been the one to reaffirm my humanity. I had been so lost, stuck in something that wasn’t healthy for anyone, and by the time I got out, it was almost too late. But, Talia was there, laughing and smiling with a joy that seemed never to leave her. She was smarter than me, prettier than me, and gentler by far. Somewhere in the core of her being, she was solid as an oak, and I was blowing in the wind without a single ounce of control.

Still, it was all fine. The fields were a blur as I sped through Pennsylvania, pushing the old car to eighty. I cut up across the state, through the strangely named Jersey Shore, PA, and finally crossed over into Jersey herself. There are no oil refineries or airports on that side of the state, and, in fact, not much changed except for the traffic. As I drove down Route 80, the traffic grew heavier even as the highway grew wider. The horns started long before Patterson, but as I approached the city, I didn’t care anymore. I looked north as I drove over the George Washington Bridge, and wondered if I should stop home. I instantly decided against it. I hadn’t had a home in five years, and there was no point going back now.

Home meant my father, the memory of my childhood dog, and a house so full of newspapers and old copies of National Geographic that I would be hard pressed to find somewhere to sit down. The bridge, on the other hand, was something else. Back in high school, I ran over it during track practice. We jogged the three miles to Fort Lee and then across to 178th Street. We made a U-turn at the bus depot, jogged back along the northern side of the bridge, through the woods of the Palisades, and then finally returned to our preppy nirvana on the hill. It was the most daring thing I did back then, and I bragged about it to no end.

Looking down the river, I saw the great buildings of Manhattan reaching up to the sky. The Empire State Building in the middle of the island marked Midtown, and all the way south stood the Twin Towers, looming up into the heavens like they had burst from the bedrock a century ago. I pulled off the first exit to the West Side Highway and made my way downtown. I had only one destination in mind, although I doubt she knew I was coming. When I looked back across the river, I shuddered with regret, as unable as ever to admit that Jersey had ever been my home.

I turned off in the West Village, made my way over to Seventh Avenue and found a place to park. The small car could fit most places, and as luck would have it, there was a spot on Cornelia Street right around the corner from Jane’s apartment. I left all of my earthly belongings in the car except for my backpack, and I stretched when I finally stood on the broken street. My neck was sore, my legs were tight, and my hands exhausted from gripping the wheel. But, I was done.

I locked the car, mostly for show, and walked up to Jane’s stoop. I rang her bell, and when she answered, I simply said, “It’s me.” A second later she buzzed me in, and I was suddenly so alive with anticipation that I almost couldn’t stand it. There is little in the world I love more than seeing old friends after a long absence, and Jane was no exception. In fact, she was one of the old friends I was most looking forward to seeing, and I was practically jumping by the time I reached the fifth floor of her walk-up.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked as soon as she opened the door. I grabbed her up in a hug, and we stumbled into her place, my backpack falling to the floor at the entrance. It was a tiny studio, with a kitchen almost on top of her bed, but it didn’t matter. It could have been smaller than my dorm room and still have been a perfect NYC apartment.

“I just got here,” I said, finally putting her down.

“No shit,” she said.

“I mean I just got to New York. I drove all fucking day long with the worst hangover ever.”

I kicked my shoes off and lay down on her bed with a sigh, and she tossed me a box of Marlboro Lights. I opened it and pulled two cigarettes out. I lit them both before handing her one, and she lay down next to me.

“Did you actually graduate?” she asked.

“Of course. I even did fairly well. Not that anyone is ever going to ask to see a college transcript, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world. I’m done, I’m never going back, and I couldn’t be happier.”

She sat on the bed smoking and staring at me with a grin I found joyfully familiar. I took another few drags off my cigarette before crushing it out on the ashtray, and I instantly moved closer to her on the bed with just one thing on my mind. She grinned again, and I put my hand on her leg, feeling her strong muscles through her skin-tight jeans as I leaned in closer.

“Your thigh trick won’t work on me,” she whispered, without making any effort to move my hand as it slid its way up her leg.

“Does it have to?” I asked.

“You’re impossible,” she said before I leaned in and kissed her. She tasted like smoke and curry, and everything about her was so damn familiar I almost couldn’t handle it. I pulled her closer to me, and she took a final drag off her cigarette before smothering it out as well. She wrapped her legs around me as we kissed, and I reached up under her shirt and undid her bra.

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked

“Fuck me?”

A second later, her shirt was gone, and we were done talking. I kissed her familiar chin and then her familiar neck. Her familiar hands undid my jeans, and her familiar breasts crushed against my bare skin in a moment of joyful reunion. We tore at the rest of our clothes, kicking our jeans off onto the floor until we were entangled in each other’s naked bodies for the first time in over a year. I made my way down her body until her legs opened around my neck, and she cried out when my mouth found her.

“Of fuck, I forgot how good you are at that.”

She was wet and delicious, and I ate her pussy until she finally pulled me back to a kiss and shoved a condom into my hand. My fingers replaced my tongue as we rolled over on the bed, and she thrust down against me as my mind slowly shut off. With her help, I got the condom on, and then she was on top of me, and everything else was gone. The drive vanished, college was a distant memory, and my break-up might never as well have happened. Jane’s pussy was the only thing in the world that mattered, and it wasn’t until I was close to coming that I realized there were tears in my eyes.

She bit my shoulder and pulled me to her as we fucked, and it was all I could do to hold off the inevitable. I moved my hands over her body until they slid down her back, not wanting to leave her behind. She knew as well as I did what I was about to do, and her whole body tightened. I pulled her onto me, looking up at her heaving breasts, and her eyes closed in ecstasy. She pushed down on me as I grabbed her ass in one hand, and when my finger found her tight hole, she screamed out. I worked it into her ass as we fucked, and she bit her lip so hard I thought she might bleed.

It only took a few minutes of me fingering her ass for her to start coming, and I was right behind her. I threw her onto her back, her body still trembling, and I pistoned in and out of her for all I was worth.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Make me come, Thomas. Do it.”

And then I was gone, exploding into the condom as she stared into my eyes and tightened her legs around me. I kissed her mouth between gasps, and my own ass tightened as I came over and over again. She brushed my hair from my face, and I kissed her chin as we stared into each other’s eyes. With a sigh, I touched her cheek before I reached down and squeezed the condom around the base and pulled out of her.

I got up and walked to the bathroom where I dropped the condom in the toilet and pulled a washcloth off the shelf. I ran some warm water, wet the rag, and made my way back to the bed. She had lit another cigarette, and I gently wiped the sweat off her body. She shook her head at me as I did it, but she didn’t stop me. I finally tossed the rag onto the floor, and she reached a hand out so I could take a drag off her smoke.

“I forgot that you know that thing about my ass,” she said.

“Jane, everyone knows that thing about your ass.”

“Fuck you.”

“I am so happy to be here,” I said, leaning back and staring at the smoke as it left my mouth. “And not just so I can sit here naked in bed after fucking your brains out. I just had to get the hell out of Indiana. I don’t know. I needed old friends again, you know? I needed some city and something other than politically correct wannabe lesbians arguing with me about semantics. Fuck, it’s good to see you again.”

“You so did not fuck my brains out. It was nice, but brains are still here. Why do I always say yes to you?”

I lit another cigarette, and she nestled in under my arm as we shared it. The wind through the window was warm, and our bodies were too. I kissed her hair, and she ran her fingers up my leg, both of us lost in our thoughts. My few minutes of blissful forgetting were gone though, and I was back to thinking full time no matter how hard I tried. But, it was fine. Everything was going to be okay. I was back in the city and Jane was naked and smoking; the world was as it should be.

“My boyfriend will be here in an hour.”

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!” I said in real surprise. “Is he a good one?”

“I don’t know. He’s cute and smart and has more money than God. Which is sort of a problem, but so far it’s been good. He’s a doctor. Like a real doctor. I like him, and he likes me, and he’s even good to me. He buys me flowers for no reason and helps me study. I don’t know. It might last a few more months.”

“Sounds terrible, Jane. How can you live with it?”

“I’m sure I’ll fuck it up sooner or later.”

“Whatever. Anyone lucky enough to have you for a night is a lucky man.”

“Oh, ‘cause you’ve always wanted to be with me.”

I looked at her, but she was staring out the window again. Neither of us moved, and there was nothing to say. We had been friends forever and fucking for years, but it had never crossed my mind to ask her out. What we had was something else. It was beautiful and perfect, and anything we said about it would just make it bad. So, I kissed her head and smoked as we looked out onto the brick wall of the next apartment; I smelled the warm smells of spring from the garden far below.

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” she finally asked.

I just shook my head, because it had never occurred to me that I wouldn’t stay there.

“I could go home, I guess.”

“Yeah, that’s what you’ll do. Why don’t you give me a few hours with the boy, then come back? He never sleeps here because he says there’s not enough room for two people to breathe. He’ll be here till one or two, but then you can come back. Okay?”

“That would be awesome,” I said. “Jane, it’s so good to see you, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just lucky I let you fuck me this time. You show up after a goddamn year without even an e-mail in between, and I let you in and…”

She trailed off as she lit another smoke, and I finally stood up and gathered my clothes. I pulled on my jeans and t-shirt along with my socks and belt. I finally found my shoes and jacket and walked back to the bed. She was still sitting there naked, and I instantly wanted her again. I wanted to hold her and kiss her, and most of all I wanted to see if she was interested in having something other than a finger up her perfect ass. Fuck, it was time to go.

“Get out of here and don’t come back until at least two, okay?”

She stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. Standing on the mattress she was taller than me, and I looked up into her eyes. I kissed her, stole a drag, and then kissed her again. I ran my hand down her back and squeezed her ass, marveling again at her naked body.

“God you are so fucking perfect,” I whispered.

She slapped me playfully and pushed me away.

“Get out of here before I throw you out, you little pervert.”

She laughed as she walked me to the door, but I was smart enough not to push it. I kissed her one last time in the hallway.

“See you around two.”

“Go!” she said.

CHAPTER TWO

~

THE CITY CHANGES SLOWLY ENOUGH that sometimes I don’t notice it. As I walked from Cornelia Street over to West 4th and then towards the south end of Washington Square Park, I looked at every bar, restaurant, and shop to see what I remembered. That one was there last time, and that one, too, but wasn’t there another bar here before? I could hardly remember a drunk night in high school, but I was almost positive. Maybe they shut it down after letting in too many kids like me.

The park, on the other hand, was changing even slower. Smoke, smoke, smoke, the guys said as they passed me by, and I smiled and shook my head every time. Out of all the places to buy weed in NYC, Washington Square Park was not high on my list. The only time we smoked anything someone bought there, it was a disaster. No one got high, and two of us got sick. Maybe we just didn’t know the right guy to talk to.

The fountain was flowing when I walked passed, and a bunch of college students sat around the rim staring at the water while a drum circle went on behind them. For a moment, I wondered if it was the same drum circle as the last time I was there. Then I wondered if possibly the drum circle never stopped. Could it be that the park has a never-ending drum circle that’s been going on for years? It was a terrifying thought. After all that time at a liberal arts college, the number of drum circles I needed to hear again was exactly zero.

I walked quickly through the park, past University Place, Broadway, and Cooper Union where I cut south a block to Seventh Street. I was in the mood for a bar, and I was done with my years at divey Indiana saloons, even if pitchers of beer there were only four dollars. I was done with rednecks, football players, and country boys, and I needed some rock and roll and a few shots of something nasty. I passed McSorley’s and Burp Castle before finally reaching Blue and Gold. It was quiet, being a Monday night and all, but it didn’t matter. By 10 p.m. the bar would be full of other kids my age all looking to get wasted, play pool, and most likely hook up with a friend of a friend. I had more than six hours to kill, and all of that was right up my alley.

I grabbed a beer and a shot from the bar and found an empty booth towards the back by the pool table. I put my feet up on the bench and looked out as the bar slowly began to fill up. When the Lucky Strike girl came around the second time, I finally waved to her and filled out her damn form. She smiled and handed me a pack of cigarettes and a black plastic lighter with their logo on it. I packed it hard against my open palm then tore open the top. I don’t usually smoke unless I’m with someone like Jane, but fuck it. I was sitting at a bar by myself, and a hot girl was handing out free packs of smokes. You only live once.

“Dude! When did you get back?”

I looked up from my beer to see a couple sliding into the seat across from me. They each had a can of PBR in hand, and it took me a few seconds before I recognized them.

“Martin?” I asked. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”

“Us? We live like three blocks away. Are you done? I mean, graduated, grown up, adult, all that bullshit?”

“Yeah, I just got here today. I mean, I drove all fucking day and went over to Jane’s for a bit. I’m just killing time until I crash. Hey Katie, how’s it going?” I said to the girl sitting next to him.

She was staring at the table and waving her hands over the scarred wood very slowly. Her eyes were glazed over, but her smile was as cute as ever. She finally looked up at me and grinned.

“Hey, you.” Her voice was slow, and the syllables dragged out. “Welcome home…”

“She’s totally high,” Martin said.

“Yeah, I’m super high,” she said. “I didn’t know the brownies were pot brownies.”

“She’s fucked up,” he said again.

“I ate four of them. They were so good.”

“You two just out burning off her buzz then?” I asked.

“Yeah man, we’re having a fucking party at our place though. It’s sweet. We moved in last month, and it’s totally killer. We have three bedrooms and a huge living room on the second floor over on 10th Street. I had to pick up some smokes and more beer before it got too late, so I dragged this one along to see if the walk might help her sober up. You wanna come back with us?”

Five minutes later, Martin and I were walking up First Avenue with a swaying girl in between us, and my night was looking up all around. I hadn’t seen Martin in at least a year, but he used to hang out with one of my high school friends who went to NYU. We partied whenever I was in town, and he always had something going on. There was always a bar, show, or a party somewhere, and Martin could tell you in three minutes if it was worthwhile.

Their place was, in fact, awesome. We walked up the stairs and into a full-blown party of people I only half remembered, and there was nothing collegiate about it. The apartment was full of real furniture, real art on the walls, and beds in actual frames. It made a full circle around the staircase in the middle of the building, with an enormous open room in the front with a bar, a giant television, and four windows looking out onto 10th Street. People were lounging around with drinks in their hands, and music was blasting from speakers hanging high on the walls above the TV.

I lost Martin and Katie almost as soon as I arrived, but I recognized a few other faces, so I made the rounds until I could get a drink. There was a bar in one corner of the living room, and a cute girl in cargo pants and a tank top handed me a gin and tonic without asking. These kids were fucking fancy, and that was just fine with me. After cheap beer, country music, and Arby’s, I was perfectly happy with a party that had real glasses and a table with more than three legs.

I mingled my way through the bedrooms until I found Rachael’s room in the back. I knew her only slightly better than anyone else at the party, but she gave me a big hug and sat me down in the circle on her floor. She was sitting with two other girls and a dude with long hair and a tattoo of a spider on one arm. All three girls were in short dresses, sitting cross-legged on the floor, but other than Rachel I didn’t know either of them. They handed me a huge bong, and I took a small hit before passing it back around.

“This is Thomas,” Rachel said, pointing the pipe in my direction with a cough. I waved, and they smiled at me as I settled into my spot on the floor.

“Have you ever been tied up?” the red-headed girl next to me asked. They all looked at me expectantly, and I realized I had sat down in the middle of a conversation.

“Is this Never-Have-I-Ever?” I asked.

“No, we’re just curious. She’s been asking dumb questions all night,” Rachel said pointing a finger.

“I used to tie up my ex-girlfriend, but she never tied me up,” I told them.

They all stopped and stared at me, the smoke thick in the air, and I wasn’t sure if it was out of disbelief or something else. The look on the guy’s face was especially skeptical.

“What did you tie her up with?” he asked.

“It wasn’t professional or anything. I mean we usually used a scarf or a tie or something. Occasionally my belt, I guess. How did this come up?” I asked.

“Wait, you tied your girlfriend up with a belt? Then what did you do?” The redhead leaned in as she asked, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to get a lecture or a kiss. I had spent most of my drive trying not to think about Claire, but if there was one thing worth remembering it was the sex.

“You know...” I said, nodding my head.

“What does that mean?” She asked. “‘You know?’ I don’t know! You tied her up, and then what?”

“Then we fucked. I mean sometimes we wrestled a bit, or she kicked me and struggled, but in the end, we always just fucked until her arms got tired and I untied her.”

“I used to sit on this guy’s face.”

We all looked over to the girl next to Rachel. She was the smallest of the three with big eyes, cute bangs, and a smile that was half surprise. She had blurted it out so quickly I almost wasn’t sure I heard it, and when we all looked at her as she turned so bright red it was almost shocking.

“He begged me for it. I didn’t tie him up or anything, but he would lie on the bed, and I’d just sit on him. Sometimes we did it for like an hour.” She looked down at the floor, her fingers tugging on the hem of her dress.

“And he would…” The redhead began, making a gesture with two fingers and her tongue.

She just nodded, and her expression seemed to move into something closer to fond reminiscing.

“Was this before or after actual sex?” Rachel asked. “I mean, was he like, going to town after you already did it?”

“No! There was no sex,” she said. “I mean, that was kind of sex, but he didn’t want anything else. It was weird actually, but that was all we ever did. I’d go over to his place, and he’d just lie down on the bed or the floor. Sometimes I wouldn’t even take my clothes off. I went to Vassar, so it’s not like I wear panties anyway. I’d just lift up my skirt and kneel over him. He would start to whimper when I got close, and then he’d just lick me until I came or got bored.”

“He was never the one to stop either. Once I wanted to see how long he would go, and it lasted for nearly two hours. I came like six times, but I got fucking tired! I finally rolled over and lay there next to him. I even asked him if he wanted to fuck me that time, but he just smiled and said as long as he was making me happy, he was happy. It was sweet even if it was super weird.”

“And you broke up with him?” The spider dude was laughing after a long bong hit, but I was thinking the same thing.

“Pussy eating is all nice and shit, but it’s not enough for a good relationship. Sometimes a girl needs some dick.” Her blush was back again, but Rachel and the redhead nodded their heads in affirmation.

“I totally need to get laid,” she said, finally letting go of the fabric between her fingers. “Seriously. I haven’t had sex in like a month.”

“It’s been weeks for me,” Rachel added.

“I’m celibate by choice,” Spider said. “I mean, Zen and I have been doing this intense meditation recently, and we’re not supposed to have sex for a few months. I’m channeling all of my energy into my practice, and it’s been really awesome. I can, like, totally feel the chi moving through my body.”

“How ‘bout you, Thomas? When was the last time you got laid?” Rachel was always direct.

I looked around the room and suddenly felt like the asshole. There was nothing to say other than the truth, but I still felt dumb. I hadn’t gotten much since my breakup with Claire, other than one night of making out with Talia, but none of that mattered.

“A few hours ago,” I whispered.

“What?” The redhead stared at me in disbelief. “Fuck you. That’s so not fair. I’m going into the other room to see if any cute guys have shown up. This is bullshit.”

She got up and left as Spider packed another bowl, and the rest of us moved in closer with drinks in hand. We talked for a long time, smoking, drinking, and laughing about nothing in particular, and the party got louder, drunker, higher, and more desperate. When I got up to piss a few hours later, I saw the redhead making out with a guy in the kitchen. I sat back down just as Spider and Rachel got up to go smoke on the fire escape, and it was just me and Kelly the face-sitter left.

I leaned back against the bed, and she moved over next to me and stole a sip of my drink. The bartender was still making gin and tonics, and they were delicious. It took me a few moments to realize she was staring at me, and I wondered what she was thinking. Her face didn’t tell me much, but I couldn’t look away. Finally, she leaned in and whispered:

“Did you really tie that girl up?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“And she struggled and kicked as you tore off her clothes?”

“Basically,” I said.

“And then you fucked her? You held her down, her hands tied above her head, and you fucked her? Did she stop fighting then?”

“Sometimes. I guess it depended on her mood,” I said. “I think it turned her on most to never stop struggling. She would swear at me and scratch as we fucked, and if I moved to untie her, she would try to escape.”

She stared at me, but the look in her eyes was much clearer. Her short dress had ridden up as she tucked her knees under her arms, and I had to resist trying to confirm her status as a Vassar girl. She was shorter than Rachel by at least a foot, and her feet were smaller than I thought possible. I pictured her kneeling over my face as I opened my mouth between her legs, and in spite of all the drinks, I found myself getting hard in my jeans.

“That is so fucking hot,” she said. Kelly was so close to me by then that we were touching, but neither of us lifted a hand. She leaned her head down onto my shoulder for a brief moment before turning around and pulling a small blanket off the bed behind us. She covered both our legs, and I stared at her, unsure of what she was doing. Even when her hands vanished beneath the blanket, I was still unsure of what was happening.

“Tell me more,” she whispered, her breathing faster and her voice deeper. “Tell me about fucking her all tied up. Tell me what you did to her.”

My hand brushed her bare leg, but rather than move it away she pressed against me. Her other foot was pulled up beneath her, but this one was almost on my lap, which meant that just beneath the blanket she was practically naked. She placed my hand on the inside of her thigh, still looking into my eyes, and I finally started talking.

“One time she told me to grab her in the hallway. She said she didn’t even want to know it was me when I pulled her into my room. I was scared someone would see us, but it didn’t matter at that point. I always did whatever she asked, and there was no way I was going to back out. I waited until she was almost at my door before I grabbed her.”

Kelly moved my hand further up her thigh until my fingers were just where she wanted them. I looked at her in surprise when she pressed my hand against her wet pussy, but she blushed again and closed her legs around me, holding me in place.

“Keep going,” she whispered.

“I threw her on the bed, and locked the door behind me, but she was up by the time I turned around. She screamed at me and asked me what the fuck I wanted with her, but I had her back on the bed a second later with my belt around her wrists. I tied it to the headboard and knelt over her, holding her legs still as I tore her shirt off. She struggled and tried to kick, but I pulled off her jeans, and then finally ripped her panties off with my bare hands.”

Kelly’s breathing grew faster and faster, and she was so wet I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to fuck her or kiss her, but I couldn’t stop. She moaned into my ear, but her entire body tensed up whenever I slowed down for even a second.

“I was so fucking hard,” I whispered, my fingers moving in and out of her as she circled her clit with her own. “As soon as I saw her lying there naked on the bed, struggling and spitting, I was as hard as rock.”

“And then you fucked her?” She was right in my ear, her lips against my skin. “Then you just slid your big cock inside her as she told you no, right? Please tell me that’s what you did. Please?”

I quickly moved her, so she was between my legs with her back to me, and I opened her thighs again and brought my hand right back to her pussy. I pushed her hair away from her ear as I reached both arms around her, and opened her as widely as I could.

“I leaned down over her, my clothes still on, but my cock hard in my hand. I told her I was going to fuck her as I rubbed against the lips of her pussy, and she tried to bite me. I kissed her mouth, as I opened her legs wider–just like this–and then I finally did it. She screamed again, but she clenched around me all the same. And then I just fucked her as hard as I could. I slapped her face and slammed into her without stopping.”

“And she never stopped, right?” The small woman between my legs was breathing so quickly I thought she might pass out. My fingers were still inside her, and she was drenching my hand and the carpet beneath us. She lifted her ass off the floor, pushing harder against me even as she leaned back and kissed the side of my face. “She didn’t stop, and you kept fucking her. You fucked her so hard, and…”

“And she kept trying to get away,” I said. “She fought until suddenly she was coming so much she couldn’t hide it any more. I didn’t stop as she shook around me, but I kissed her mouth and pulled her to me until I was as deep inside her as I could go.”

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Klly moaned, my fingers now a blur as she started to shake in my lap, clenching and bucking her hips as I wrapped my arms around her. “Tell me you came inside her. Tell me you came in her slutty, little cunt.”

“So much,” I said, my lips on her ear and neck. I pulled her to me, my cock hard against her back as she came. “I filled her over and over again, and I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

Kelly finally collapsed in my arms, her legs going slack and her shoulder slumping down against me. I was still throbbing, and it was all I could to not jerk myself off against her ass. It had been months since I wanted anyone that badly, but her breathing slowed down, and she moved my hands to her legs as she returned to the world. She ran her fingers up and down my arm, and I continued to kiss her hair and hold her tightly.

Eventually, she turned just enough to look me in the eye. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, and it was a long, slow kiss with just enough of her mouth for me to know she tasted divine.

“Thanks for the story,” she whispered. She folded the blanket, flattened her dress, and stood up. She stared at me for a moment longer, then walked out of the room and into the kitchen as I sat there alone, adjusting my hard on through my tight jeans.

CHAPTER THREE

~

WHEN WE WOKE UP THE next morning, I was hard against Jane’s ass. I had my arms wrapped around her, and her hair was a mess in my face. She had closed the window before I got back to her apartment, but it was still chilly inside, and her thick blankets were down at the foot of the bed.

“Get your cock away from my ass,” she mumbled, as she rolled away from me. She slowly sat up in the bed before kicking her feet over the edge and standing. Jane stumbled to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as she peed, and then came back to bed. Her t-shirt came just to mid-thigh, and she tugged it down as she climbed back in next to me, this time facing me.

“You came home at 3:30,” she said.

“I didn’t want to bother you and your fancy doctor boyfriend.”

“He left at 12.”

“How was I supposed to know that? Besides, I was at a party in the East Village trying to make out with a half-sized girl in a short skirt. I lost track of time.”

“I’ve been on the other end of you trying to make out with someone. Did she survive?”

“She was fine. I’m the one who sat there with a raging hard-on while she got off. But, whatever. It was a fun party. Martin has this huge apartment now on 10th Street, and it was good to see people. Rachel was there.”

“I think he wants to marry me.”

She was leaning on one arm looking at me, and I didn’t know what to say. Jane could say the most insane thing with an entirely calm voice, and I had no idea if she was serious or not. She kept looking at me though, and all I could do was nod. He wanted to marry her. Jane, who never had a boyfriend for longer than a few weeks had a guy ready to get down on one knee. This was a girl whose longest relationship had been with a guy she met on IRC who lived somewhere in Florida, and now she was getting ready to marry some rich doctor from Columbia?

“What are you going to say?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I need coffee.”

She got up and walked the few feet to the kitchen, and I couldn’t help staring at her ass. Every time she took a step–or bent over–her shirt rode up, and her round cheeks looked back at me. It was crazy that fewer than fifteen hours ago I was inside her and she was kissing me, but now she suddenly felt like a world away. She pulled the coffee down from the shelf, scooped it into the filter, and poured the water into the basin. Her arms moved slowly, and the entire time I watched her in silence.

Finally, it was too much.

“What if he wants a big wedding with a white dress and girls in pink and all that shit? I mean, what if he wants to get married in a church and watch you throw flowers? Jane, this is crazy.”

“All I said was I think he wants to marry me. He didn’t propose or anything, and he certainly didn’t bring it up. It’s just a feeling.”

She didn’t move from the counter as the coffee started to bubble, and I finally sat up and opened the window. The room smelled like sex and cigarettes, and the added smell of coffee was starting to wake me up, too. I pulled out a Lucky Strike and lit one as I leaned out the window enough to smell the morning air.

“Since when do you have your own pack?” she asked.

“The girl was giving them away at Blue and Gold.”

“I hate that bar. They are so fucking cheap. I’ve bought like six rounds there without them once buying me one back - it’s bullshit.”

“Yeah, well that’s where I bumped into Martin.”

She finally poured me a cup of coffee and brought it to me on the bed. She lit her own cigarette and we sat there smoking in silence for a long while. I was still thinking about the girl between my legs the night before and how soft her pussy was when suddenly I was reminded of Talia. Was one softer than the other? Wetter? Smoother? The girl last night had a completely shaved cunt, which totally reminded me of my ex, but Talia’s hair had been as soft as her skin. I had run my fingers through it, tugging ever so gently, but last night was a different thing. Kelly, I reminded myself. The girl’s name was Kelly.

“I just had a shitty breakup, so I suppose I may not be the best person to give marriage advice. I didn’t mean to be a dick,” I said, hoping it sounded sincere.

“How long ago?” she asked. I hadn’t seen Jane since long before Claire, and I even started dating, so the breakup wasn’t really on the horizon.

“Six weeks or so. Maybe two months, I don’t know. It ended less with a bang and more with a fizzle, but it still sucked. I guess it was the relationship that sucked more than anything, although I’m still totally in love with her. Or lust. Or something, I don’t know. My head is messed up, but whatever. It’s fine, and I have no right to be complaining.”

“Why was it so messed up?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I mean, I do know, but I don’t want to talk about it. At least the sex was really good. I mean, like amazingly good. It was everything else that didn’t work.” I looked down into my coffee and stared at the dark liquid for a long time. It was hard to even think about Claire, but after last night some memories would be difficult to get out of my head. Kelly had totally used me and then left me without hardly saying a word. And I let her go, just like I always do. I got her off, and she walked away. What a fucking brilliant girl.

“I didn’t tell him,” Jane said, pulling me back to the present. “I thought about it, but there was no point. How would I explain you anyway?”

“Tell him what?”

“About yesterday. About you. I didn’t tell my boyfriend that I fucked you an hour before he came over to cook me dinner. What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t even feel guilty. It’s like you don’t count or something. Maybe I’ve known you for too long, but it doesn’t feel like cheating to me.”

“Thanks, Jane.”

“I’m serious. I did think about telling him, but he was so sweet all night. He cooked and brought wine and talked about taking me to Italy over the summer for a few weeks. Even the sex was nice. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. It was good.”

“The sex was nice? And good? Jane that sounds like a mediocre review at best.”

“It’s not always about the sex, Thomas,” she said. “He’s different. He’s kind and handsome, and he’s a fucking fantastic cook. I like being with him. It feels easy. I don’t have to worry about what I say or think about what not to say. I don’t have to second guess myself or do much of anything. He takes care of me, and you know what? If he asks me, I’m totally saying yes. Why the hell not? I could do a hell of lot worse than a handsome doctor who pampers the shit out me.”

Jane stood up and finished her coffee in one gulp. I lay back down on the bed and watched as she walked to the bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard the shower start, and I pictured her standing naked under the hot water. I reached into my boxers and smiled. There was no way I was going to pass that up.

Once again she hadn’t bothered to close the door, and I pulled back the curtain and climbed into the shower behind her without a word. She shook her head but didn’t say anything as I started to soap up her back. The water was nearly scalding, but it felt amazingly good, especially after being in the car for so long the day before. I rubbed soap into her skin, massaging her shoulders, but my eyes never left her ass. I kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer to me as I reached my hands down to the backs of her thighs. Still covered in soap, I slid them up until I cupped her ass in both hands. I was painfully hard, and my whole body was trembling.

“I’m not going to fuck you again, Thomas.”

“I want this,” I said squeezing her harder. She didn’t move away, but she didn’t lean back either. I pulled her to me, my cock between the cheeks of her ass and my arms around her. “I’ve wanted this ass since the day I met you, Jane. Please?”

“If I’m not letting you fuck me, I’m definitely not letting you fuck my ass. Come on, don’t be a dick.”

“Jane, I can’t help it. I dream about this ass. I’d write poetry about it if I could, and you’re driving me crazy. You came so hard with my finger inside it yesterday, imagine what you would do with my cock inside you? God, I want you.”

“Yeah, and I want a million dollars and a fucking pony, now piss off.” She turned around and flicked shampoo in my face. She was smiling and laughing, but she was deadly serious. I leaned back against the cold wall, my hand on my dick as she stared at me, and I slowly started to jerk off.

“It’s perfect,” I whispered.

“And you don’t get it.”

She leaned back, her hair under the faucet and her breasts pulled back with her arms stretched over her head. She had trimmed her pussy since we fucked the day before, but it didn’t matter. All I wanted was for her to turn around. My hand moved faster as she washed her hair, and I didn’t think it would take me very long. After last night I was so close to coming, I was surprised I was still standing.

“Enjoy,” she said, pulling back the curtain and stepping out of the tub. My hand didn’t stop as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her head. I pushed the curtain open just enough for me to see her, and when she bent over the sink, I was done. I pictured myself deep inside her ass, and suddenly I was blowing my load all over the shower, my legs trembling beneath me. A second later Jane pulled the curtain back, the towel now wrapped around her body, and stared at me. I was still hard.

“You are such a fucking pervert. And you know what?” She reached a hand in and raised one finger. I watched as she brought it down to my cock and swiped a little bit of my come onto it. She raised it to my lips and without even thinking, I opened my mouth.

“You will never fuck this ass,” she said.

And then she was gone, and I was standing there like a douchebag with my mouth open and my dick growing soft. I really should have asked her out three years ago. I’m a fucking idiot. I finally got out, dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I took a deep breath, adjusted my cock, and walked back into the apartment.

We spent another hour getting dressed, drinking more coffee and smoking in bed, but true to her word we did not fuck again. I tried to apologize, but she laughed at me and told me I was dumb. If she didn’t know what I was like after six years, then she was the stupid one.

“Besides,” she said. “I like the fact that you want something from me that you can’t have. It’s about time the tables were turned on you.”

“Jane, I…”

“Yeah, exactly. You can stare at this ass all you want, but you will never get it.”

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

“I’m always teasing you. Anyway, what are you doing today? Do you have somewhere to live or am I supposed to put you up in my tiny apartment until you get a job? Because I don’t think I want to explain that to the boyfriend anytime soon. It’s bad enough I sent him home last night.”

“I thought he didn’t like to stay here,” I said.

“Yeah, well I lied. It’s not like it’s his favorite, but he would have stayed if I hadn’t thrown him out to make room for your sorry face.”

Just when I opened my mouth to answer her, the phone rang. She stared at me for a moment longer before walking over to the counter and picking it up.

“It’s for you,” she said, handing it to me.

“What?”

“I don’t know, but it is.”

I took the phone from her and said hello.

“Dude, it’s Martin. Good to see you last night, but listen I got a question. You just got back, right? Do you have a place to stay yet?”

“Jane was just asking me the same thing. How did you know I was here?”

“You told me you were crashing at Jane’s, but listen, that’s good. Did you meet Diana last night? The redhead that was making out with Jose in the kitchen? She’s moving out. Her mom called this morning, and she needs to go home for some emergency thing, and she’s just leaving. She already has half her shit in garbage bags, and I thought if you need a place to stay it might work out. We can’t do this place with only two of us.”

“You want me to move in with you and Rachel?” Jane just shook her head as I talked, and I could tell she was trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, dude. I mean, if you want. It’s five hundred a month. Plus utilities.”

“Are you serious? How did you find that place? I mean, yeah, I can do that. I don’t have a fucking job yet, but I can get one. For five hundred a month I can definitely get a job. When can I move in?”

“Whenever you want. She’ll be gone in like an hour or two. Seriously, it’s a hurricane in there right now. But, Thomas, there’s one other thing.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Rent is due today. Is that cool?”

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours. With cash.”

CHAPTER FOUR

~

IT DIDN’T TAKE LONG FOR me to move into Diana’s old room. She had packed everything she owned into a 1974 Volvo, which meant that she left a desk, a garbage can, and a four-poster canopy bed with a mattress and boxspring. I drove my car across town, and within a couple of hours, the entire contents of my old room were in the new apartment. I stacked my clothes in boxes until I could get a dresser, and hung a few things on the walls. I didn’t have a lot of art, but I had a few prints I bought in Japan during my semester abroad and some paintings that my mother did years ago. It wasn’t a big room, but that was just as well.

I cashed my graduation checks, paid Martin, and it was done. I had a room and two roommates if you didn’t count Katie who apparently lived there ninety percent of the time. I was back in New York, and if I didn’t have to drive through Indiana again, I was going to be a happy boy. The four of us sat in the living room for a few hours after the craziness of moving was done, and it was a strange feeling. I don’t know what I expected when I left school the day before, but this was not it. We talked and chatted, mostly catching up on the more mundane details of our lives.

Martin was still promoting parties and clubs, but he had a day job at an internet company that was supposed to revolutionize payment processing. He was gone most of the time, except when he was throwing a party at the apartment, which apparently was a regular thing. Rachel was hired as the personal assistant to the art director of a new magazine called Lucky, and she was terrified and excited all at the same time. She started in one week. Katie was still in school for another two years, which meant she was at the apartment a lot during the day, and, of course, at all of the parties. It was unclear to me if she and Martin were dating, but whatever they called it, she was in his room most of the time.

I spent the first week looking for jobs, trying to find old friends, and visiting my favorite bars and restaurants. I talked to Jane on the phone a couple of times, but she was working twelve-hour shifts at the coffee shop, and we didn’t get around to meeting up again. Rachel tagged along for many of my outings, and she showed me where the best bodega was along with the pizza place, the laundromat, and the liquor store. I dragged her into Decibel for some fancy sake one night, and she took me to the Holiday Cocktail Lounge where we got so drunk with the bartender we almost didn’t make it home.

My new room fit me fine, although, since I hadn’t bothered to take down the canopy, my roommates had taken to calling me Princess when I wasn’t listening. I didn’t have any windows since it was in the middle of the apartment, and you had to walk through my room to get to the kitchen, but it didn’t matter. For five hundred bucks I was willing to take what I could get, and besides, I found that I liked the company. My solo drive had nearly killed all my brain cells and more time alone meant the more time I had to think about Claire. More time to remember her taunting me and teasing me. I moved from being hard to in tears without much notice.

I finally found a bartending job a few days a week only four blocks from the apartment. It was a little bar called Saints, and they were getting in on the craft beer craze. They had eight taps which they changed out all the time, and while they served a few select whiskeys, most of the patrons just drank beer. I was willing to work whenever they needed me, and because I was so close, the owners liked that I could be there in five minutes if someone bailed on them. It was a friendly place, and while my bosses were bigger snobs about beer than I knew was possible, it didn’t take me long to feel like I fit in.

The second afternoon I was there, Rachel walked in and sat down at the bar with Kelly in tow.

“Give us two of those fancy fucking IPAs, barkeep,” she said.

I poured the beers and set them down, unable to keep my eyes off Kelly. I hadn’t seen her since the party, but she was the star of at least half of my masturbation fantasies. Well, maybe a third, if I admitted to the times I thought about Jane’s ass. She smiled at me, and I realized her eyes were blue like the fucking summer sky. They were blue like shallow water in the ocean, and they were blue like lapis.

“What’s up, face-sitter? Nice to see you again,” I said.

“Not much, rapey-guy. How are you doing?” She smiled aggressively as she climbed onto the barstool.

“Hey, that was…”

“I’m fucking with you. Good to see you, too.”

Rachel looked back and forth between us both with a raised eyebrow.

“Am I missing something here? Because those are not nicknames that I’m familiar with. Well, the face-sitter I get - sorry, Kell - but, you know what I mean.”

“It’s nothing,” Kelly said. “I just got Thomas to tell me a story after you went out for a smoke last week.” She grinned at me, and I smiled back as Rachel just shook her head.

“Are you off today?” I asked, sitting on the counter behind the bar. There were only two or three people there besides the girls, and they were lounging in the corner quietly nursing a few Russian Imperial Stouts.