Without the increased rhythm as my guide, your orgasm almost takes me by surprise. A throbbing from the vein on your underside, a sudden tightening, almost a clutching: these are my only cues, and it all happens so fast. A freight train indeed, and your violent buck almost throws me off you. I can’t catch all of your seed in my mouth; some splashes on my lips and cheeks, and as I hold you, more swells out of your tip and runs down the side, a volcano of cum. “About a tablespoon,” I’ve always read, but that can’t be accurate. I hold you without moving till your motions subside. Keeping my hand in place, I lick you slowly, cleaning every drop, with some stray licks besides, just because, my eyes on your face so I’ll catch the very moment your eyes open again. You don’t need to say a thing now, lover; your whole body is radiating a “good” at me and I feel as if I’ve come myself, even though I know I’ll need an actual release later.
I pull your robe back over you (I know how you can chill once the heat has passed), and-do you see how I keep my dress from gaping when I move? — I rise. I can’t suppress a satisfied smile. I know when I’ve done well. I know when I’ve been good.
It might sound downright boastful to hum, so I keep my song inside as I slip off to the bathroom to tidy up. But I’m still smiling when I come back. You go back to the paper, dearest. I can amuse myself in the other room.
I didn’t even hear you get up, but you’re behind me so swiftly, one arm around my waist, the other hand in my hair, your breath in my ear.
“Shar.” I breathe with you. “Bad girl. You know I have work to do.”
Bad. Good. I walk the line, as always. I keep silent, waiting. What will tip the balance in my favor? For that matter, which way would I choose it to fall?
Your hand on my throat, then: “Fetch me your brush.”
Oh… that way.
“Yes, James.”
I deliver it to your hand, not without a tremor. What else can I do?
“Bend over, Shar, and lift your skirt. Take your punishment like a good girl.”
Yes, I will, like a…
Only time for a small curl of my lip before the first stinging blow, hot and sore.
So good.
Banging the Bridesmaid by Tessie L’Amour
“Damn it.” Tyler scratched his ear and wondered how he’d gotten roped into this. Behind him, he could hear a soft murmur which must be the catering people setting up for the reception. He wondered where Cheryl had gotten to, and how the hell he was going to make amends with a woman he barely knew. Make amends on behalf of Zach, who should be down here fixing his own problems for once. He sighed and shook his head.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done Zach’s dirty work. There’d been the time Zach had not shown up for the U.H.C. game, despite being captain. Their college soccer coach stormed around, threatening to throw Zach off the team, until Tyler made up some bullshit story about Zach’s brother being in accident and smoothed things over. When Zach showed up in their dorm room grinning about making it with Candy Donatello, Tyler didn’t yell, just warned him about the cover story. Then there’d been the time when Zach screwed up and accepted invitations from two different girls to the Sadie Hawkins dance. When they both showed up, one flew into a rage and left, while the other burst into tears. With Zach nowhere to be seen, Tyler had been the one to comfort the poor girl and feed her some lame excuse about the other girl being delusional. After almost an hour, she calmed down. Zach appeared and took her to the dance, while Tyler was left to find his date and apologize for being late.
Though they’d been close in college, Tyler hadn’t heard much from Zach in the past three years, and hadn’t made a lot of effort either. He had frankly been shocked when Zach called him up out of the blue and asked him to be best man at his wedding, though Tyler was starting to wonder if he hadn’t been a late replacement for somebody else. It figured if he was.
Tyler hadn’t even met the bride or the rest of the wedding party until the day before at the rehearsal dinner. Zach introduced him as “my best friend from college,” and Tyler didn’t argue, just smiled and said hello to everybody. The bride-to-be, Cheryl, greeted him warmly, but they didn’t have a chance to talk before the dinner started. She seemed very nice, though perhaps not the sharpest tool in the shed. Of course, she couldn’t be and stay around Zach long enough to get married. A little chubby perhaps, and a little too small on top, but pretty enough. Still, she surprised Tyler. He wouldn’t have believed “pretty enough” would be enough to hold Zach, who spent most of the dinner chatting up Kate, Cheryl’s good friend and bridesmaid. Kate was a true knockout, and a lot more Zach’s style, but there was no accounting for love.
Unfortunately for Zach, Cheryl finally noticed how much attention Zach was spending on Kate and had flown into a snit this morning, threatening to call off the wedding. Zach begged Tyler to go after her, reassure her, and like a chump, Tyler agreed. One of these days, Zach was going to have to clean up his own messes, but Tyler would have to learn to say no first.
Turning a corner in the hallway, Tyler caught a glimpse of somebody ducking into the bridesmaid’s dressing room. It might be Kate, but she’d been upstairs when Tyler came down. He walked down the hall and stood outside the door listening. Sure enough, someone inside was sniffling. It had to be Cheryl.
Tyler rubbed his forehead. How did he get himself into these situations? He must be a pushover. He started to walk away. Zach could take care of his own issues. Then he stopped, and looked back at the door. Hmm. Walking back, Tyler swallowed hard and then knocked on the door. Could he pull this off?
“Go away!”
“Kate, I know you’re in there,” Tyler said earnestly. “Open up. It’s really important.”
“I’m not… go away. I’m busy.”
“Kate, you have to help me.” Tyler opened the door a crack and flipped off the light.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
Cheryl’s voice was confused and scared, and Tyler knew he only had a moment to convince her. “It’s okay, Kate. It’s me, Tyler, the best man.”
“Um, what is it, Tyler? Why did you turn off the lights?”
Tyler grinned. This just might work. “I didn’t want anybody to catch us,” he said, slipping inside and closing the door. The only light was a dim flicker from a modem incongruously sitting on the floor in the back of the dressing room.
“What do you mean, catch us?” Cheryl asked in a guarded tone.
“Kate, I’m in a bad way, I really am. You’ve just got to help me.” Tyler stepped closer.
“Help with what?” Cheryl asked, curiosity winning over her caution.
“I didn’t think I’d need to. I mean, this is really awkward, but you see, I hadn’t met the bride before.”
“Tyler, what are you talking about?”
“Kate,” Tyler went on. Every time he called her that and she didn’t correct him made it more likely she would keep pretending. “I have to ask you, beg you really, for the Bridesmaid’s Boon. I’m sorry to ask, but the bride. Oh my god.”
“Slow down. What is the Bridesmaid’s thingie, and what do you mean about the bride?” Cheryl sounded confused but very curious, and Tyler grinned to himself.
“You don’t know about the Bridesmaid’s Boon? How could they not tell you? I mean, it’s not official or anything of course, but I thought… Oh, never mind. Forget I asked.”
“No, really, I want to know,” Cheryl pleaded. “Tell me what it is, and what it has to do with m- with the bride.”
Tyler cleared his throat and sat down on the chair. His eyes were adjusting, and he could see Cheryl’s silhouette leaning toward him. “It’s, oh gosh. It’s kind of awkward to talk about. Are you sure you want to know? We can just forget it.”
“No, go on. Really, it’s okay.”
“See, it’s tradition that when the best man, that’s me, has to be around the bride, but only if she’s really attractive you know, he… I can’t say it.”
