When she woke several hours later he was gone. It almost felt as if she'd been dreaming. She ran her hand over the empty place he'd once been and let out a heavy sigh. Nearly every trace of him, ever having been here was gone, save for him taking the trash on his way out. If not for that, then she might have thought it was all just a dream.
She laid in bed for a few minute but eventually got up. She showered, took care of her piercing and got dressed. She made sure all of her bruises were well covered, had a toaster pastry and went to the thrift store. It was still sore to walk around but it was her normal day to work and she wanted to apologize to Amber in person. She must have worried her and put her through a lot, not showing up to work. Even if things were slow, it was still her responsibility.
When she got there, the store looked messy, things were all over the place and Amber was so happy to see her. Gwyne apologized and quickly said she'd gotten some sudden, tragic news about a family member. She didn't like lying to Amber but there wasn't much that could explain a sudden week away. Again there was no way she was going to tell her she'd got really messed up with some guy and lost a week.
She started to put things away but Amber told her not to. She needed to talk to Gwyne and seemed uneasy. They sat down on some lawn chairs outside and Amber admitted she felt bad about giving her bad news, after a sudden tragedy but it was time she sold her store. She realized she couldn't do it anymore. Gwyne had been such a big help but they had so much inventory. It was a lot to handle and sell and she wasn't getting any younger.
A long time competitor of hers, wanted to buy all her things, at a decent price and a frozen yogurt shop, had made a more then decent offer, to buy her space up. With the money she got, she could finally retire and move in with her sister on the other side of the country. They thought they might take a cruise or just get around while they were still young enough to do so.
Gwyne mostly just sat there and listened, she didn't know how to react. She knew this day would be coming soon enough but not right here and now. She thought she had at least another year or so to figure things out. Amber asked if she could stay on until everything was sorted out and she agreed. Amber needed her to make a full inventory list of everything and get it packed up to go to the other store. She said she'd pay her usual salary until it was finished and Gwyne could take anything she liked from the store.
It was a more then generous offer but she was still saddened by the news. She realized even with the slow days, this had still been her favorite job. She'd liked running things and sort of being her own boss for the most part. She wasn't sure if she'd ever get an opportunity like this again. She spent the day getting everything she needed to take inventory and began sorting through items.
She jotting each one down and packing it away, it was a very slow process. She estimated it was gonna take most the month if not more to get it all packed up. Amber was in no rush, both the store she was selling to and the frozen yogurt shop had given her a generous leeway. She had a lifetime of packing to do, not just with the store but with her own house and storage unites as well.
When Gwyne got off work, she went straight home and called Tawnie. Luckily she was in and they talked about the store most the night, sharing memories of it and the finds they'd gotten over the years. Then of course the topic turned to Dawson. Tawnie wanted to know if he'd show up again but he hadn't. She was disappointed there was no new news but Gwyne was not, she didn't need him around with everything else going on.
She assumed he'd poke his ugly head around her at some point, send flowers or some shit. She still hadn't decided what to do about him. She was even more angry at him then ever. Maybe if she hadn't gone missing for over a week, Amber wouldn't have felt overwhelmed and still be letting Gwyne run the store. She tossed his flowers in the trash and donated the vase to the store the next day.
Over the next few weeks, she healed up, inventoried the store and hanged out with Tawnie. They mostly had lunches together or went shopping. Tawnie wanted her to hang out on the weekend, even called a few times but Gwyne was too tired from running around the store all day and was admittedly depressed as shit about its closing.
Off and on she looked at job listings hoping something would catch her eye. The entire time there was no word from Dawson. It was getting harder to stay mad at him. She was beginning to think it was over. She supposed it was for the best in the end. She'd had some fun with him and as Tawnie had said, gotten something she'd been wanting for a while but had been too scared to get.
Tawnie was disappointed things might be over but was having an adventure of her own. She'd met two brothers who wanted to take her on a road trip. She tried to convince Gwyne to abandon everything and come along with her. The idea was tempting, she liked being with Tawnie and it had been ages since she traveled but her life and home was here now. Her studio apartment, Corrie and the neighborhood she had grown to love. It had taken her some time but she'd finally put down roots...something she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to do after her mother had passed.
The day before Tawnie left, she tried one more time to get Gwyne to come. She pulled up in a party bus, in a bikini. Gwyne gave her a hug and told her to keep in touch, no disappearing for a month. Tawnie promised but made Gwyne promise to keep her opportunities open. She took off and things felt a little lonely after that.
She kept herself busy inventorying things and it ended up taking longer then a month, almost two. Just as they thought they were finished, they'd found a second stash of goods up in the attic of the building. It was a lot of work, cleaning out every nook and cranny but finally the store was empty.
She still stayed on cleaning up, she swept out the store, mopped and washed all the windows. The frozen yogurt people started to come around and began taking measurements of everything and assessing what needed to be fixed or changed out all together. It was so weird to think the store was no longer going to be Amber's Amazing Finds. She could still remember the first time she'd stepped through the door with Tawnie. It had a smell to it, an air of magic so few things had these days. She just couldn't picture it being a frozen yogurt shop or anything else for that matter, she didn't want to.
When everything was said and done, Amber hand delivered her last pay check in an envelope. They had a long talk outside the store and Gwyne realized it would be the last, of many they'd had over the years. When they were done talking she gave Amber a big hug, she'd had almost been like family. When Gwyne got her stuff to leave, she noticed the envelope felt a bit thick. She opened it and saw Amber had given her an extra thousand dollars in cash. Gwyne tried to give it back to her but Amber wanted her to have it. They promised to keep in touch and Amber said she'd call with her new phone number and address, when she got settled in.
Finally that was it, just like that, a chapter of her life was over and the thrift store was no more. The walk home that night was haunting to say the least. She felt this strange sense of nostalgia wash over her, like nothing ever stayed the same, things would live and die, start and stop. She wished Tawnie was here, that they could have gone drinking, maybe even met some guys, anything to get rid of this awful feeling.
She didn't really want to go home to her studio apartment, knowing it was just gonna be her but in the end she was too tried, too depressed to do much on her own right now. She wished she had a number she could call for Corrie. She'd love to just hear his voice right now and talk with him, if only for a moment. He'd been gone even longer then last time.
She knew he'd been taking on more work and was busy helping rebuild that school but still it sucked. She missed him, she'd seen his picture in the paper a few weeks ago for the school rebuild with his crew. She'd cut it out but it was only a blurry side view shot of him installing a window. Still at least she had a picture of him now, it was better then nothing.
She checked her mail when she got to her building and found Tawnie had sent her a postcard. Some picture of a beach, she scribbled something about having the best time of her life and wishing Gwyne was there. Again she missed her, Tawnie had called a few times but they'd just kept missing each other. Gwyne would be out of the house or in the shower and just get to the phone as it was hanging up and of course, Tawnie never left a return number so it was hit or miss at this point.
She trudged up the two flights of stairs, planning to just collapse on her bed, maybe watch some movies and order something in. Then tomorrow more, job hunting, something in the area had to stick, if not she'd have to widen her search. She didn't really like taking the bus but maybe she could get a motorcycle, like Corrie. She always thought they were cool and enjoyed riding on the back of his. It might be a little fast for her to start so maybe a moped...maybe. She let out a heavy sigh not really wanting to think about anything right now. She got to her front door and it was unlocked.
When she stepped inside, she was pleasantly surprised to see Corrie sitting on the couch. He had his shirt off and was eating ice cream. He looked like he'd just taken a shower.
"Pinch me, I must be dreaming," she said dropping her stuff on the floor.
"No, let not this image before your eyes deceive you. I am in fact here and have once more graced you with my presence and strawberry ice cream. Well some, it started to melt so I had to start eating it."
"Oh, yeah, sure." she said shutting the door.
She rushed up to him and gave him a quick kiss before running to her bathroom to change. She did a quick check in the mirror to make sure her bruises were no longer an eye sore, then put on something light and sexy, a purple night grown that clung to her curves. She undid her hair, brushed it out and sprayed on some perfume. Then she bounded to her kitchen, grabbed a spoon and jumped over the back of her couch, landing next to Corrie.
"That has to be a land speed record for changing," he teased
"When ice cream is on the line, sir, I never mess around." she said holding up her spoon. He laughed and handed her the carton of strawberry. It had started to melt but was still fairly frozen with plenty left.
"You have me for the night, what do you want to do?"
"Well," she said taking a big scoop, "I want to eat this ice cream, watch that new alien invasion movie and." she let out a heavy sigh, "I have to tell you something."
"Check, ooo I'm up for that and," He took a deep breath and smiled teasing her. He dramatically asked, "What? What do you have to tell me?"
She smiled at him and chuckled for a second but then frowned once more and told him the news "Amber sold the store."
"Already, last I heard she was gonna wait a year?"
"Yeah...nope, she realized she was getting too old for this, sold the inventor to a competitor and took a pretty decent deal from a frozen yogurt shop, for the building itself. I've been inventorying for like two months and as of tonight am unemployed. So you here now is more then awesome."
"Ahh," he said rubbing her back."I'm glad I could be here, sorry to hear about the store closing but give it some time, I'm sure you'll find another job. Maybe as an aerobics instructor, at your gym. I seemed to recall you enjoyed taking over that class."
"Once," she said letting out a heavy sigh, "When the instructor was having morning sickness. She said I should get certified to do classes but it doesn't pay anything. Per class, it's like 75 bucks a week."
"Ah, well you apply anywhere yet,"
"I've been keeping my eye out for something in the neighborhood but no one is really hiring. I'm thinking I'll have to branch out, widen my search. Maybe get a motorcycle so I don't have to take the bus. You know the one here is never on time."
"If it shows up at all," said Corrie before he took a spoonful of ice cream.
"Right," she said, still licking on her big spoonful. It was starting to melt so she quickly finished it off and got another.
It's probably the layout, some of these old bus routes need to be adjusted for new streets and traffic changes. I know we've had some problems getting around, so many different one ways, and traffic congestion. It was a big deal at the last city hall meeting."
"You go to those?"
"Yeah,"
"Is it for work?"
"No, we have our own meetings but seeing as I live in the city and work for it, I like to stay informed and support the issues that matter." Again some of the shit he did. She wondered how he found the time. "If you're serious about the motorcycle, I could give you some lessons for when you go for your license."
"Thanks but I already have a driver's license, just don't use it much. Don't have a car."
"Yeah, you're gonna need a separate license for a motorcycle they are both driving but trust me it's different."
"Oh, really! Pooh,"
"Eh, it doesn't cost that much to get and you wouldn't need more then a few afternoons or so to get the hang of it. Do you know what kind you want to get,"
"A sexy one," she laughed.
"They are all sexy,"
"Well then one I can afford and manage I suppose. Something with some pep but light weight enough for me to maneuver around sharp turns."
"You planning on racing?"
"Maybe," she said with a sly smile.
"Right, well look around and let me know before you buy anything, I'll take a look at it. How much savings you got?"
"You care," she said surprised. Usually they didn't discuss they're financial situation "I thought that was a deal breaker?"
"Eh," he shrugged, "Let's make an exception.
"I haven't been the best at saving but my mom always told me to keep six months rent on hand. I think I have about that, more or less."
"Hmm," he said rubbing his jaw. "You might be able to find something but it could eat that up fast if you don't have a job."
"I'm not too worried. I should be able to find something in a month or so. Who knows, maybe I'll apply at the frozen yogurt shop, if it's open by then."
"I doubt it will be, with all the repairs its got to make but I could see you working at a place like that. I like frozen yogurt. Not as good as ice cream but put enough shit in it and who can tell right."
She laughed and he took the strawberry back. He took another spoon full before saying, "By the way, I also got another carton of strawberry and a few other flavors, if you're interested, they're in your freezer."
"Oo," she said playfully slapping his arm, "You made it sound like this was it."
"What, I wanted to see how you did in a crisis," he teased.
"Right" She got up, "I'm a get the other flavors and some chocolate syrup you get the movie set up."
"Alright," he said. "How am I suppose to do that?"
"Well it's on the coffee table since I rented it last night."
"Oh," he said, "I thought you were being pretty specific. I figured we'd have to go out or it was on TV."
"Nah it just dropped this week. I got it on my way home last night. I figured if worst came to worse I'd have something to do tonight."
"Good thinking ahead," said Corrie as he picked up the video reel.
She went to her fridge and opened it. She pulled out the chocolate syrup and looked at her empty shelves. She was surprised at it how low her fridge was, "Shit,"
"What?" he asked.
"I'll have to go shopping tomorrow, almost out of food."
"How's the beer?" he asked acting scared.
She had several cases of it in her cupboards so she knew she was stocked up. She always made sure to have his favorite beer on hand. She always put a case in the fridge should he drop by. "Eh, I think we have enough. Want one?"
"You know it."
"Seriously, with your ice cream."
"I'll have you know beer pairs nicely with anything."
"Right, okay," she said rolling her eyes. She grabbed a beer then opened her freezer to check out the other flavors of ice cream. She pulled out some chocolate but saw he'd also got chocolate chip, he favorite, another strawberry and sweet salted caramel, with nuts, his favorite.
She went back to the couch and they ate and he drank for a bit. Then he set up the movie and she snuggled up to him on the couch. She gave him a big hug and said "You know, this is just so nice, I really didn't expect you."
"You're not suppose to that way every time it's a surprise."
"Yeah," she said, "I guess but knowing some dates in advance, would be nice, that way we could plan something extra fun."
"Ehh, my schedule is always changing so I never really know. Get called in all the time if someone gets sick or they just need an extra hand. So it'siffy."
"I know," she said dropping it.
They stopped talking and focused on the movie for a while, cuddling and kissing every now and then. When they watched the scientist scrambling to find the alien's weakness, she turned to him and asked, "What would you do if alien's came?"
"Depends?" he said
"On?"
"If they're friendly or not?"
"Okay, friendly?"
"Well, I'd offer assistance. The world is already a crazy place, they'd need shelter, food, water and a hospital. They'd also need to be protected some people couldn't handle the news." She laughed, knowing he was already setting up a command post in his head.
"Okay then hostile."
"Well let's see, then I'd help evacuate the city. Once everyone was cleared and safe. I'd either be blocking areas off, getting positioned for the best points of attack or protection, depending on where I was needed." He said before taking a swig of his beer.
"What if they have lazers?"
"I have a hose, we'll see who gets who first."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure a bunch of water will take them out."
"Hey, at the right pressure water can cut through rock,"
"Seriously,"
"Seriously, I've been hosed a few times that shit is no joke, it can knock you out of your boots."
"Seriously, I thought that was just a movie thing?"
"Nope," he said, "And is seriously your favorite word right now?"
"No but hosed sounds kind of kinky, can I get me some of that tonight,"
"Maybe," he said "Where do you want it." She pulled back from him and pointed to her crotch "Right here!"
"You got it," he said moving they wrestled and tickled each other playfully as he pretended to spray her with his dick before they settled back down again.
"You know some people like golden shower." She said.
"Yeck," he said shaking his head "I like you I'm not gonna piss on you."
"Not even to save my life? What if a jellyfish gets me?"
"That's a myth."
"Oh and how do you know?"
"In our handbook you use vinegar, if there are stingers you remove them and then hot water, hot but not too hot for about twenty- thirty minutes or so."
"Wow you got that memorized,"
"Mostly,"
"Mostly tsk tsk. Where is your handbook, I'm a check."
"Hey I'm close, closer then pissing."
"Hmmm," said Gwyne, "I wonder how many people have peed on other people, thinking they were saving their lives."
"No clue, but it's got to be a few, to be such a well known misconception."
"Yeah," she said resting her head on his chest. They went back to the movie and finished it in relative silence. In the end the world was saved, what was left of it. The love interests and some of their friends survived. Not a bad movie overall.
"Why do they always destroy the world, when aliens come like why can't it ever be friendly." she said sitting up.
"Well who wants to watch a movie where alien's are just your neighbor, living through the same struggles as you?"
"I would. I want an alien neighbor. I want to know whats space is like?"
"Become an astronaut, there's your job, I just solved it," he chuckled.
"Oh wow thanks babe," she laughed.
"What do you want to do in space?" he asked.
"Travel, see cool shit up close, have sex. I wonder if any ones done it up there. Do you think they'd tell us?"
"Depends, if it was bad or good," He said getting up from the couch. "I mean who wants to hear about bad sex in space,"
"True, though it would be kind of funny." She got up and started to pretend to be on a radio, "On a mission," shk, "To travel the stars, and explore knew sexual techniques, the likes man has never known, this is...Space...XXX!" She made her voice sound like it was echoing as she said xxx then laughed.
"You are horny tonight."
"Maybe just a little, cause we didn't get to do it last time."
"Hey, I offered."
"I know but... I had my reasons," she said getting excited. Her clit ring had finally healed up. She was nervous but also excited about him seeing it. She hadn't even masturbated, wanting to have sex the first time she tried it. She was glad it was going to be him.
"Oh and what were they," he asked grabbing another beer from the fridge.
She smiled to herself then removed her underwear and dropped them on the sofa. She slowly went up to him and rubbed her hands over his back, he even had muscles here. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and just held him for a second, resging her head against his back.
He took a swig of beer and then put a hand on her hands. After a second or so he turned in her arms and they faced each other embracing. "Well," he teased.
She took a deep breath then looked up at him and said, "Allow me to show you."
She pulled back from their embraced and lifted her night gown up. Then she slowly spread the lips of her her sex open, exposing herself. She was literally putting herself out there, she'd been so worried about what he was going to think or say but now she just wanted to get it over with.
He took another swig of his beer before he looked down at her and froze. He looked confused for a second then said "Wait, did you get pierced?"
"Yeah, what do you think?"
"Shit!" he said wiping his mouth. "That had to be painful." He crouched down before her. "I mean you already got your nipples done, how much torture do you want to put yourself through."
"It's not torture! I like it...like how they feel once they've healed, it enhances the pleasure."
"Right," he said slowly looking at it.
"Well…" she said. She didn't care much about people opinions these days but Corrie's still mattered to her. "Do you hate it?"
"No," he said, "I mean it's your body, do with it as you please. I just think it would hurt."
"Oh trust me it did, that's why we didn't do it the other day but it doesn't hurt anymore, go ahead, touch it."
He reached out and gently ran his finger over it. She felt it move ever so slightly, she was so sensitive she jerked. He looked up at her concerned "Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"No it just feels so good. I'm not used to it. Also don't worry about being rough, you know I like it rough, right,"
"I know," he said with a sigh, "But I still don't want to hurt you."
He touched it again moving it and pulling on it a little. She closed her eyes and it felt so wild...so good. Shit! "It does look kind of hot." he said standing up. "I'll admit, I've never been with a girl who had herself pierced down there."
"Yeah so I'm your first," she teased. "You're mine to, never been with a guy with this. Why don't we try it out? As I recall, you owe me."
"Oh I do, do I."
"Yeah for the," she pressed her tongue against her cheek and made the blow job motion as she jerked her hand.
"Right, right, so you want me to hose you down?" he teased.
"Oh yes sir, Mr. Fireman, my pussy is just burning up. I need a strong wet hose to put it out."
"Well," he said reaching for his belt, "You are just in luck ma'am, I happened to be certified and own a top of the line hose."
He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Then pulled down his boxers. He was already hard.
"Oh hurry it's just getting hotter and hotter," she squealed playfully.
They were both such dorks, but she loved it. He came up, grabbed her under her arms and moved her to sit atop her kitchen counter, "It's alright ma'am, I got you."
Oh, she wondered how many people had heard that from him. How many he'd saved by now. She spread her legs and he placed himself at her entrance."Uh, ma'am you appear to already be wet,"
"Just hose me already," she cried impatiently. He pulled back and laughed as she bounced on the counter. He came in again and she grasping hold of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. She kissing him as he nudged himself in. She could feel it slowly sink in and threw her head back. She cried out, "YES! OH YES! This is what I needed, more then anything today."
"Mnnn," he said, "What would you do without me?"
"I don't know," she said wrapping her legs around him.
She didn't want to find out. She clung to him as he began to pound her against her counter top. It felt fucking amazing, she could feel every inch of him gliding into her and every time there was an impact her clit would twinge with delight as the ring moved. She let out lustful cries dragging her nails across his scalp.
After a few minutes or so he lifted her up off the counter. Her big strong fireman hands grabbed both her cheeks and carried her to the center of her kitchen, without pulling out. With ease he lifted her up and drop her back down on him several times. Then he began to bounce her with his thrust hips. She cried out as she start building, "Fuck yes, your hose, is amazing,"
"Yeah, you're fire, ain't so bad," he teased
"When have you ever said that?" she laughed.
"You'd be surprised," he said raising an eyebrow, "More often then you think."
"Really," she said before leaning in and passionately kissed him.
They locked lips for nearly a minutes kissing and sucking. She used her tongue some and he met her half way. When they pulled their lips apart they touched foreheads and for a moment it was like they were one. They bodies connected moving on a whole other level.
She'd enjoyed rough sex with Dawson but she also enjoyed making love to Corrie. It was so different, yet so good. He spun her around the kitchen, bouncing her on his cock as she cried out, madly grinding her hips against him. Her clit was tingling and throbbing with such fucking pleasure…the likes she had never experienced. It was so strange to feel something from it...usually the majority of her pleasure came from her hole.
They kept kissed and caressed one another as she tore off her night gown, dropping it to the ground. He slammed her into the fridge moving all of the magnets and things onto the floor as he thrust into her harder. The fucking fridge shook and she loved it. She could feel his balls smacking against her. Each time her clit ring rang with such pleasure, she couldn't help but cry out as she was sent over the edge. "Fuck...fuck...fuck,"
It was unlike her to get off on her clit so hard, coupled with her cervix her pleasure felt like it was being turned up to eleven as she let out such cries. Her entire body felt like it was throbbed with overwhelming pleasure. It was as if she'd fucking leveled up or something. She cried out in such ecstasy, happy to finally be knocking on its door again.
He stepped back pulling her away from the fridge, "Damn Gwyne, that was a big one,"
She let out a moan before letting herself fell back, she arched her back until she was doing a hand stand on the floor with him still jutting into her. "Shit, shit fuck yeah!" he shouted. "Fuck...oh fuck...don't stop," she cried back and then clenched down on him cumming again, this time it...he hit her deep. She felt the head of his cock kissing her cervix and she rattled with intense pleasure. She let out several moans and groans crying out "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK MY PUSSSY UP!"
"Why when I can fuck it down," he teased pushing down into her.
She laughed and cried out, "Uh..uh, hose me down, fucking wipe me out baby, send it all deep inside."
She intentionally squeezed down on him with her kegel muscles and he groaned, "Uh fuck Gwyne, I'm not gonna last much longer if you start pulling this shit,"
"What shit," she teased squeezing her muscles around his cock once more "This shit? Or this shit here?" She said playfully squeezing his cock again and again, "Um or maybe this shit right about here!"
"Uh, you're play dirty, woman." he said, "I'm suppose to be putting you out!" He lifted her up from her upside down hand stand and had her upright again. Once they where facing each other again, he kissed her passionately. She dragged her nails across his back wrapping herself around him tightly. In this moment, with him she was so happy. He laughed somewhere deep down and couldn't stop smiling as he somehow managed to stagger to the bed. They fell onto it still connected.
He re-positioned then drilled her into the mattress, letting lose on her. She felt her pussy hum with such delight as she bucked her hips against him and clenched down with her muscles. She had another and another orgasm both her clit and her cervix were pounding in sync with her heartbeat, united for the first time in such bliss. She kept crying out as she kept cumming again and again and then as she squeezed tightly around him, he stiffened and let out a mighty roar. She lit up as she felt his seed spraying into her. "Yes...yes...uhh...fuck...yes," she cried running her hands over her blankets and sheets uncontrollably gathering them up.
For a moment he lingered within her, smiling down at her before he finished emptying and rolled off to lay beside her. Several minutes passed as the two just laid there. When things had calmed some, he ran his fingers through his hair and said "Fuck is it just me or did you come a lot?"
"It's the ring," she said rolling onto her stomach.
"Dang…" he said. "You body was like squeezing the crap out of me. I mean I'm used to it happening a few times...but that seemed like way more."
"It was," she said still riding the bliss. She felt so full and happy, his seed inside her. She was cum filled once more and happy as can be, so happy it didn't take her long to passed out and she wasn't the only one. At some point she woke to him sitting up in the dark, "What time is it?"
"No clue," she yawned. "It's dark."
"Oh really," he said sarcastically, like he couldn't tell. He got up used the toilet, then checked the time "Alright, I still got time."
He sounded happy as he dived back into bed and she snuggled up to him. "Still got time, that's what I like to hear."
He laughed and they fell back to sleep. Surprisingly he was still there come morning when she woke up. They snuggled and kissed for a good half an hour before getting up. They got dressed and went to the nearby farmers market on his motorcycle. They looked around for a bit then got some breakfast from a food truck and ate at a bench in the nearby park.
As they were eating she curiously asked, "What if I got a tattoo?"
"Don't you already have one?"
"One but I was thinking of getting more? Maybe a rose or something."
"Up to you, like I said it's your body," he said before yawning.
"What if I pierce my tongue next?" she teased. "Tawnie's got one, I heard they are suppose to enhance blow jobs.
"Oh, please no." he said shaking his head.
"What happened to it's your body." she laughed.
"Nothing, I mean it's still your choice in the end but I don't want metal that close to my junk. Your clit ring is fine but I've heard too many horror stories of tongue rings getting stuck on a guys junk. Worse is when guys get pierced and get stuck inside."
"Really," she said tearing at he waffle wrap, "That can happen?"
"Oh yeah," he said chuckling. "You'd be surprised, I've seen some x-rays from a buddy of mine, who works at the hospital. He likes to bring them in on card night and you can see where all the piercings get caught, it's gruesome. One woman was giving a blow job and the guys cock ring got stuck on her Uvula"
"Uvula?
"The dangly think in the back of the throat"
"Hmm, fuck," she said, instinctively grabbing her neck "That would suck...how did they get them unstuck."
"No clue but it can't have been easy." he said looking sick. He paused for a second then asked."Uh, you didn't happen to get your tongue pierced and this is your way of telling me?"
"No, couldn't you tell, when we kissed" She kissed him again. Then stuck out her tongue.
"You could have taken it out," he said before taking a bite of his bacon and egg sandwich.
They sat in silence for a while then she asked, "Your buddies, do they ever wonder about you, like if you've got anyone?"
"No, they know me by now. They know about my choice, I'm not the only one who's made it. Though usually it's after a divorce or a death, some people just don't get remarried."
"Hmm," she said.
"What about you? Do people ever wonder why you aren't with someone?"
"No, I tell them, I'm with you." she joked, giving him a big smile.
"Seriously, Gywne" he said giving her a stern look. It was cute. She brushed her hand against his cheek and said, "Honestly people don't usually ask."
"Really, even guys?"
She chuckled. "Yeah, they usually just go straight to asking for my number or are just hooks up and one night stands, mostly we don't really talk."
He scoffed and shook his head, "You're more then a hook u, some one night stand, Gwyne. You should find a guy, who'll stick around. Maybe try dating again."
"You of all people should remember how that went."
"Yeah," he chuckled, "But they can't all be bad, eventually you'd find someone decent."
"Decent. Right. I might as well be looking for a unicorn. Believe it or not they aren't so easy to find. Especially with a girl like me."
"Is it cause of the kid thing?" he asked
"No, most like that if we get to talking about that. I mean who wouldn't want unlimited sex without the risk of pregnancy."
"Yeah but like I said your more then just sex, Gwyne. I know you like it and talk about it a lot but I think you use it as a defense mechanism so you don't have to deal with your emotions and get real with anyone."
"Right, you going for your psych degree or something." she joked feeling uneasy.
"No," he sighed. "What I'm saying is, there is more to you, you have a lot to offer. You should let someone actually get to know you."
"Right, well you have a lot to offer too" she said. She had her legs crossed and began bouncing her foot agitated. "You should let someone actually get to know you."
"I know a lot of people and I know I have a lot to offer," he said, "I'm always putting myself out there, helping out wherever and whenever I can with my skills."
"So what? You think I should volunteer? Maybe become a firefighter?" Her tone came out a bit bitchy.
He let out a sigh. "If you want to but you know what I mean, Gwyne."
"Yeah yeah," she griped "I'd be great for anyone but you. I know, let's just drop it. It's such a nice morning I don't want to ruin it with a fight." She was getting worked up but it was a touchy subject for her, finding someone else and her having other qualities...right.
He nodded, "Fair enough. I just want you to know your worth."
"Right," she said before taking a big bite of her waffle.
He looked around some and finally moved on, "It is a nice day. I think I'll go on a run later, see if I can't get up to eight miles"
"Uhh." she swallowed her food down and laughed, "You exhaust me. I think I've only ever done three miles in a day and that was mostly walking."
"Eh," Corrie shrugged, "I like to run, it clears my head, focuses my thoughts and gives me clarity. You should find something that does that for you."
She wanted to ask does sex count but she knew it didn't. Thinking was one of he last things she did while fucking. There was a freedom to it, a release like no other, sex to her was beyond anything else she had ever experienced. For a few blissful moments, when she was cumming everything would just fade away. There was no pressure, nor pain, only glorious pleasure and afterwards she'd feel amazing. She'd get this boost of confidence and be glistening in bliss. Sometimes it was only last for a few hours but there were a few times it had lasted for days, either ways she'd ride that high for as long as she could. Sex...sex was definitely her ultimate release.
She took in a deep breath and just smiled to herself before she actually tried to think of something that would count, for what Corrie was talking about. When was the last time she felt clear headed and focused. She liked yoga but if she had to pinpoint a moment it would probably be swimming. In college she had access to a pool and sometimes she'd drift for hours thinking, feeling, focusing her mind. She just felt this peace, this calmness was over her. "I think... I have one, swimming but there are no pools within miles,"
"I think they've got one at the community center on Bronzwick."
"Closed down for repairs, checked a few years ago it never opened back up,"
"Well, I'm sure there are others too outside the neighborhood."
"Maybe after I get my motorcycle I'll look around. Right now those areas are just too far out of my reach."
"Yeah. Speaking of motorcycles, do you need a lift home?"
"No," she said stretching. "I think I'll walk, gotta do some shopping. It's a nice enough day."
"Yeah, okay," he said.
They sat in silence for the rest of breakfast. When he had to go, they shared a loving embrace and a passionate kiss. She sat back down on the bench and continued to eat her waffle as she watched him go to his motorcycle. He got on, gave her one last glance and a wink before putting on his helmet. He waved and she waved back before he took off down the street and just like that he was gone again.
Sometimes she got really sullen thinking what if this was it, the last time they saw each other, would it have been a good enough goodbye, would it ever be? She let out a heavy sigh and had a few more bites of her food. She looked around the park saw some mothers walking their kids in strollers, young kids playing, couples setting up blankets to lay in the morning sun. Some older people were also at the park doing yoga.
She supposed she better get on with her day as well. She threw the rest of her food in the trash and left the park. A light wind began to blow as she slowly walked the few blocks to the local market. When she got inside it wasn't very busy. She picked up a basket and decided to take her time, knowing she didn't have anything else to do today.
She got some fruits and vegetables, tried some free samples, then picked up some cheese and bagels. She stopped in the jam aisle debating if she wanted marmalade or strawberry. When she was a kid she used to love marmalade but for some reason as an adult she didn't. Maybe it was because of the rind.
Some marmalade's had it, some didn't, the marmalade she used as a kid always came in those little packets. She mostly only ate them with toast when she had visitations with her father. He always liked to take her to the same diner and they'd have breakfast that lasted all morning while he looked up sports scores and listened to the ponies. She always wanted to sit at the counter cause it was cool, adult. It had been ages since she'd been to a diner. Probably the first date she and Corrie had...
She picked up a jar of marmalade and thought she'd give it another try. Maybe she'd get used to the rind. Maybe still she'd fine one without any. She raised the glass jar up trying to see through it in the light. It seemed chunky but she couldn't quiet tell if there was rin-
Someone suddenly came up behind her and grabbed her from behind. She jerked dropping the jar, it shattered on the floor as a hand snaked down to her sex and grabbed hold. She was wearing a strapless baby doll dress, with cotton panties and thigh highs stalkings and boots. Since the weather was nice, she wanted to wear something airy and cute. She'd even put her hair in low pig tails.
A sultry voice whispered into her ear as she felt her clit ring move "So how is it?"
She breathed in deeply, realizing it was Dawson. She found herself frozen. She'd all but written him off, after nothing for almost two months and had assumed it...whatever they had was over. He fondled her now as if he owned her. He rubbed at her clit ring over her cotton panties and cupping one of her breasts, squeezing it tightly in his hand. It felt good to be handled by him, far better then it should have, given he'd just surprised her.
Suddenly he yanked her underwear to the side, exposing her pussy right there in the store. She was facing the aisle but still, she gasped. "What did I say about underwear huh?" He hissed in her ear.
She clenched her teeth, snapped out of her haze and started getting angry. She found she could move again and dropped her shopping basket. She tried to struggle out of his arms but he wouldn't let her go. She felt his fingers enter her lips... again right there in the store, he grasped hold of her clit ring and tugged it. She cried out and jerked forward almost bowling over as her clit surged with pain.
She could hear him smelling her hair as he pressed himself tightly against her. "Fuck I love it when you get upset. I guess I can overlook look this slight but just this once, since you didn't know I was coming. But next time they're going up." He slightly twisted her clit ring and her clit throbbed even more. She'd been so careful with it and he was being so rough with it, tugging and twisting it up. It hurt but also felt good, she struggled uncertain at what she was feeling just now, was she... was she liking it…liking this...fuck she was. Her heart was racing in her chest and her breaths were hot and heavy. She was definitely aroused.
"Fucker," she hissed upset with him but also herself for how she was acting.
She tried to control herself but she was like puddy in his hands. He had complete control over her. She couldn't pull away or she'd risk him damaging her clit. He chuckled at her continued distress and licked the side of her neck before saying. "What say you and I get out of here and have some more fun with that fuck hole of yours. I've not been able to stop thinking about it and all the things, I'm going to do to it."
She got excited then cringed upset with herself once more for how she was reacting. He was saying such vulgar shit, yet she was getting fucking turned on by it and his rough handling of her. He was always just so fucking intense. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw people were starting to walk by her aisle...they were going to see her.
He was trying to release her tits from her dress, yanking it down as he let go of her clit ring and sunk his middle finger into her entrance. She nearly came right then and there as he roughly dove in so hard and deep, after twisting her clit up. She could feel the ring on his finger go into her.
She instinctively jerked her hips as he added a second finger and tried to his fingers inside her, opening her. Her breasts popped free of the top of her dress as he still kept pulling at it. She nearly lost herself but somehow managed to come to her senses as she heard voices near by.
"I think two cans should be enough,"
"It's always better to have more on hand, trust me. I always keep at least five, you never know what's going to come up and it doesn't hurt."
She let out a heavy breath listening to them. People were shopping...she reminded herself this was a grocery store and at any moment anyone could see her exposed, see what he was doing to her. She had to act and now, she grabbed at his arms tearing them from her as she surged forward. She managed to break herself free and lifted the top of her dress back over her breasts. Then she whirled around to face him and went to slap him but he caught her hand by the wrist. He held it painfully tight and started squeezing it.
He was wearing round sunglasses and wasn't in a suit for once. He had on a white tank top covered by a black dress shirt that was unbuttoned, with tan dress slacks and brown shoes. This must have been his "casual wear." He sneered at her as she took him in. "Now, now, don't get salty love. I know you missed my cock, no need to be hangry. I'll be filling your hole up, soon enough."
"Fucker!" she said louder then she meant to. It seemed to be all she could manage to say to him at the moment. She closed her eyes and focused herself. She thought of all the fucked up things he'd done, building up her anger once more. "You! You think I'm going to let you touch me, after what you did to me!"
She opened her eyes and he seemed confused. "You have to be more specific, I've done so many things. What exactly did I do now?"
"The piercing!" she hissed
He smiled and shrugged "What, you did such a good job. I just wanted to reward you."
"Reward me! You had no right to do that to me and what did you do to me for a week. I can't remember anything!"
"As you shouldn't, the first week after a genital piercing is the worst or so they say. You said the reason you didn't get it, was because the pain. I simple gave you something to let you rest and spared you from it... this time."
"This time?" She said her eyes widening.
"Believe it or not, you can get more then one. If your a good little masochist, maybe I'll get you a few more."
"Seriously," she looked at him like he was crazy. A few more, he wanted to fucking mutilate her clit. "Don't you ever touch me again."
"But you like it when I touch you." he said. He took the hand he'd caught and put it to his crotch. He rubbed it over the tent in his pants and she could feel how hard he was."You have no idea how hard it was to be away from you this long. I saved up so many loads for you."
"Uh," she cried pulling away from him in disgust.
She didn't even bother with her shopping basket or the broken jar of marmalade. She needed to get away from this freak. She fixed her dress some more and adjusted her underwear as she stormed out of the market but he followed close behind.
When they got outside, he grabbed hold of her arm, forcing her to stop, "My cars just over here, drove myself today, figured we could go some place special, just you and me. Get you out of this slutty, farm girl outfit and put your fuck hole to work."
Her face flushed red, she was beyond flustered by the things he was saying but held her ground. She pulled her arm free of him and angrily shouted "WHAT DON'T YOU GET!" She turned to face him and made herself very clear "I'M NOT INTERESTED! FUCK OFF!"
He looked taken aback for a second by her sudden assertion, then angry. He looked like he wanted to hit her but they were in the parking lot now, surrounded by people who had taken notice of her yelling at him. He shifted his gaze from side to side and took a step back with his hands up, showing there was no problem. She took this opportunity to turn on her heeled boots and walk off.
He wasn't the first guy she'd ever had to shoo away from her pussy. Sometimes shit could turn south and she had to put her foot down and make things clear. This was fucking crazy, he was crazy. She steamed on breaking into a speed walk, the further away she got the more she was able to calm down and think.
After a few blocks or so she slowed down and loudly cursed. "FUCK!"
She was beyond angry with him but more so herself. He'd completely caught her off guard just now and she'd just let him violated her, right there in the store. She swore if she saw him again she'd be in control. She wouldn't let him walk all over her and yet... She let out a heavy sigh but supposed in the end, she hadn't completely failed. It had taken her a moment but she'd stood up to him and ended things.
A part of her was happy but another part was also disappointed, sad even. She had admittedly enjoyed, their short time together, the orgasms he'd given her had been the most powerful she'd ever had but he was a crazy fucker. He was too intense, he pushed things too far, with piercing her and drugging her for a week. He was lucky most people would have gone to the police...she still might.
His words slipped into her mind as she just kept walking, "You can get more then one. You can get more then one." If she was a good little masochist, he wanted to get her even more clit piercings. She'd done her research, knew there were many variations but she'd only ever wanted one. He hadn't even let her choose which one.
She suddenly pictured her clit covered in the various piercings and how painful the recovery would be. This one had already been horrible, uh, one was definitely plenty for her and he kept calling her fuck hole. He'd called her that before with the broom. Uh, the broom came rushing back to her and her pussy began to ach, fuck. It was crazy to still be so excited about that but it was over now. Fucker was clearly beyond dangerous, and crazy there was no way she-
She paused, realizing a car was slowly driving along side her as she walked down the sidewalk. She didn't even know where she was at this point. She'd just stormed off in such a huff. She turned to the car and saw it was a fancy black sports car, the kind you wouldn't see in this neighborhood, fuck most neighborhoods. It looked like something from a movies or magazine. She just knew it was him. Fuck, he had to be super rich! Why did all the rich ones have to be so crazy. Maybe because they knew they could get away with it.
The passenger window rolled down and he called out to her "Come on, Fuck Hole, I know you want to play? You must be ravenous?"
She looked at him in disbelief, what didn't he fucking get, "Go away and don't call me that."
"Why, we both know you like it! Face it you're a masochistic fuck hole. You love being roughed up and I'm just the one to do it for you."
This conversation felt slightly familiar but she was unsure, if he'd said this or not before, either way he was wrong "I am not a masochist," she said. "I don't get off on that shit." Her voice wavered slightly, she could have said it stronger but she thought her point got across well enough, at least it would have to do because she was done talking to him...totally done.
She started walking again and he continued to drive along side her, keeping pace. When she had to use a cross walk, he'd wait until she crossed. When she turned a corner, he turned it with her. He was unrelenting in his pursuit.
"STOP IT!" She shouted but didn't stop walking.
"You stop it!" he snapped back. "We shouldn't be having this conversation. I more then showed you what you are, with that broom."
"That…" she slowed her pace slightly, "That was crazy!"
"I know! I know!" he cried out. "I realized it's a lot to take in. I'll admit I got overly zealous with you. But if you get in, I promise, we'll talk, hash things out and I'll stuff that fuck hole of yours, for days."
"Days." she repeated.
She stopped walking as she pictured fucking his cock for days on end. Her heart quickened at the thought and for the first time in her life, she didn't know if she'd survive such a thing. He was intense, beyond intense, days of him pulsating inside her, shit…fuck. She bit her lip and closed her eyes.
"YEAH! YEAH!" he shouted lighting up. He saw he had her full attention now. "And that's only the beginning! I've got a lot in store for you. Gonna make you into a real gaping fuck hole and put you on display. Bet you'd like that, being strapped up with your fuck hole open for all to see and admire."
She opened her eyes and turned to him, confused as shit. "What are you even talking about?" She swore he could say the craziest things. Shit she'd never heard anyone say before. She liked his cock, okay loved his cock but damn the shit that came out of his mouth.
"You'll see one day, but you're clearly not ready yet." He said pulling down his sun glasses. "Now come on! I want to take your hole somewhere nice and make up for being gone so long. I know you must have been hungry but I had business and had to give that piercing of yours time to heal. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you, if I came round too soon. But you should be all healed up now and ready to play."
She knew from last night she was. Fuck, last night suddenly felt like ages ago. She felt beyond slutty, here she was with Corrie's seed still in her, getting excited about fucking Dawson cock for days. She felt like she was losing her mind, even considering this after all the shit he'd pulled.
She knew she should keep walking but he said they'd talk. Maybe she could get him to tone it down a few notches. She struggled with herself as she tried to remain in control. "I...I don't want to play with you, go away!"
"I don't believe you." he said flatly. "Let's make a deal. Lift up your dress, if your panties are soaking wet, you come with me and if they're not, I'll drive off. I'll go fuck myself, do whatever. But if your panties are wet you take them off and get in my car, deal?"
She shook her head and let out a heavy sigh, again with the crazy shit. "No, what kind of deal is that?"
"Come on, lift up your dress, show me your panties. You know, no matter what you say, your body will show the truth. I am certain your fuck hole is gushing, it wants this. I promise if you do this and I'm wrong, I'll stay away and you'll never see me again. If not, if I'm right, you come with me and I'll feed you."
"No." she said beyond flustered.
She wanted to walk away but he was practically yelling out his window saying such crazy shit that anyone nearby could clearly hear. She could only imagine what they must think. Feed her like she was hungry for his cock…of course she was, she groaned at herself in disgust. She'd just made love last night, how could she be this horny so soon.
"Do it, you know you want to, give me your fuck hole. I promise I'll fuck it up real good. If you don't, it's just gonna get more glutenous and out of control. You can't handle it on your own. I'm the only one that can help you."
Help her? Like she was out of control or something, "Uh, you are sick, you know that?" She said crossing her arms.
"We'll see," he said, "Prove me wrong. Otherwise I'm just gonna follow you home, park outside your building and live in my car, if I have to. I'll probably annoy your neighbors after a few days and that side piece you got."
Side piece? She tilted her head did he mean Corrie? Fuck, had he seen Corrie? How long had he been following her? Just what had he seen? "How long have you been following me?"
"That's not important. Come on, I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."
"What," she said.
She looked down as he pulled his cock out. It stuck up as if to wave. She'd forgotten what it looked like having been in a drug fueled haze. Seeing it now, sober and in the light of day, it was like a stick shift of it's own and had this curve to it. She bit her lip, recalling how it could fill her up and then some. Oh she was so crazy for cock and this guys had an amazing cock! Tawnie would have teased her if she were here the way Gwyne was drooling over it. Of course she would have also screamed at her, for not immediately jumping into his car. She swallowed getting more unsure of herself by the second.
"FUCK HOLE!" he shouted pulling her from her thoughts.
She met his gaze and he smiled. She clenched her fists upset she'd answers to that. She needed to put a stop to this here and now. It was getting ridiculous! She could see cars piling up behind him honking their horns. People on the street were staring. "If I show you my underwear, will you go away!"
"Only if I'm wrong." he said. "If I'm right you take them off and come with me."
She let out a heavy sigh, put a hand to her forehead and threw her head back, this was so fucking stupid. She couldn't believe she was going to do this but she lifted the bottom of her dress up in the front. She didn't think it was going to show much. She was filled with a mixture of emotions, shock, anger, confusion, annoyance and slight...very slight arousal. So little in fact that she was sure her panties would only be slightly damp, from him toying with her and slightly drooling over his cock just now but there was no way they'd be soaking fucking wet, not for this crazy asshole.
Yet he let out a mad cackle as he looked at her. She looked down at herself and could see a clear discoloration of her underwear. She quickly realized she'd drenched the entire crotch with her juices. She was so worked up she hadn't even realized just how wet she was.
"I win, take them off and hop in. Come on! Come on!" he said gleefully as he pretended to play the drums on his steering wheel. He acted as if he really had won some fucking prize.
She dropped her dress down and protested "I...I don't have to do what you say."
He got upset, really upset and his mood shifting fast before her eyes "NO THAT ISN'T FAIR! We had a deal, your word is your bond. What good is a wager if you are going to renege."
"I didn't renege," she said. "I didn't agree to anything. I just lifted my dress."
He didn't say a word. He just glared at her with this intensity. Those fucking ice blue eyes, could chill her to the bone. She got a little scared, he didn't waver, didn't blink just stared like he was piercing her very soul. She licked her lips as more people honked behind him. He was holding up fucking traffic and she lived near here, people might recognize her. She bit her lip, telling herself she was worried about all this outside attention but honestly she was trying to make excuses. Who was she kidding. She was upset but ultimately she wanted to go with him.
After all, what else did she have to do today. Grocery shop and go home to an empty house. Corrie wouldn't be back anytime soon and Tawnie was out of town, living it up on a party bus. Tawnie, again if...if she were here, she'd be screaming, get in the fucking car over and over again. She was mad at him but she and Tawnie had talked it out. He hadn't gone about things the right way but, she did like the ring now.
As for her missing week, that was still insane as fuck but he'd said he'd just let her rest. She wasn't sure if she believed him or not but she didn't have any other injuries. And just because he mentioned other clit piercings didn't mean she'd let him. If she stayed sober, she could handle him…right…right? Of course...she'd just done it now in the store.
More aware of her wetness she could feel a bubble of her juices passed through her lips. Fuck she wanted him...it. She cursed under her breath, knowing she had already decided and at this point was just trying to justify it to herself. Right fuck, she was doing this! She stepped up to the car and felt kind of excited all of a sudden. Who knows what would happen this time, if anything she'd get away for a few hours, a few days...uh a few days with that cock deep inside her pussy, fuck…fuck.
She grabbed her underwear and pulled them down right there on the side walk. She was such a slut. She stepped out of them and the wind nearly blew her dress up but she pinned it down. The brief breeze she got felt good against her skin and had even tickled a little. She found her heartbeat was racing with excitement..
"Happy now," she said seductively holding up her underwear.
"Yes, now toss them, we don't need them where we're going."
He popped his passenger side door open but she just stood there, "I'm not gonna toss them in the street, that's sick"
He scoffed "Well you're a sick bitch aren't you." He gave her a sly smile then stared her down, with those ice blue eyes again and cockily continued "TOSS THEM! You are mine now. You made your choice do as I say and get in."
She swallowed, shit...shit he could be so sexy when he was demanding. She felt like a dumb school girl with a crush but tossed them over her shoulder. This was fucking crazy! He was crazy but most of all, he made her crazy, when she was around him. She tried not to think, to just do...like she used to. She got into his car and shut the door. Tawnie was gonna be so proud, when she told her all this later.
He leaned over to her and she jerked, unsure of what to expect next. He drew in close, and she closed her eyes thinking he was gonna kiss her but instead he just buckled her in. She opened her eyes as he shifted gears and practically dove into traffic. He drove like he fucked then, hard and unrelenting.
They weaved through traffic, thundered through back alleys and drifted on turns as they tore through the city. He took her onto the highway and they must have gone over a hundred miles and hour. She had never gone so fast in her life and had the feeling she was about to go on the ride of a lifetime.
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