Tweed’s gut, a pain inscribed with two names: Pesky and Flense.
But also there, and all about, were bright pings of joy, bubble bursts, sniffs of champagne, and each one said, Not Lon. Not Jerzy. Not Camilla. Not this friend or that.
The ping which burst most often, again and again, proclaimed, with sweet relief, Not Dex!
“Let’s go inside,” he said softly.
Tweed hugged him, long and teary, and they did.
“Hi, Blayne,” Altoona said. Friendly sarcasm and at-lastness colored her words. “See anything you’d like to try on?”
“Yep,” he said. “Two things.”
Condor stood next to him, a hair taller and hyped, his lip-zipper aglisten with fresh licked spittle.
Altoona’s left hand lightly gripped the rounded edge of a sewing table. Pim’s laced fingers stroked her date’s knuckles in high elation.
“Hi, Blayne,” Pim said. “Hi, Condor.”
“Hello,” Condor tried. Something in his tone provoked a round of giggling.
The windowless costume shop had its lights up full. Though the place went on for miles, the myriad racks, choked with costumes and huddled about them, made it feel somehow cozy.
Altoona became aware of her heartbeat, a delicious anticipatory lub-dub, lub-dub.
“You guys sure look sharp,” her lover said.
She knew the soft-voiced anticipation that seized Pim in the prelims. That’s what Altoona heard now.
It gave moisture and swell to her gens.
“And you girls look rounded in all the right places,” said Condor.
It sounded stupid, fake-suave.
When Condor cast a look of embarrassment in Blayne’s direction, it led to a second volley of laughter, during which Blayne ushered his friend forward.
“You take the stuff?” she asked. It hadn’t done much for her, but Pim was pretty loopy.
“Oh yeah,” Blayne said. “A killer coaster.”
“Setting mostly,” she commented. “But now that we’re past the slaughter, ain’t nothin’ but smooth sailing and clear vistas ahead.”
Blayne nodded as he came closer, but it was clear he wasn’t one bit interested in listening.
He cobra’d Altoona’s eyes. His hand found her free hand, their fingers entwining at their sides as he eased in to kiss her.
There was that warmth again, a zillion times warmer. His rough-nubbed lips pebbled across her pillowy ones. It turned Altoona on.
She tongued metal.
Rise, fall, rise, fall of zipper-teeth.
Cabrille’s handiwork indeed. Much like the licking she’d given Pim the night before, but oh so different as well.
Condor and Pim were engaged in an awkward embrace, rocking and swaying, their lips blending.
Blayne’s mouth slanted across her cheek to her right earlobe, his zipper moving like a moist blunt blade pretending to cut her face.
Friendship lobe indeed!
It was more like another lefty, her sexlobe’s twin, when the metal ring of his lips encased her flesh. She gasped upon his cheek when he fingered her left lobe through its lobebag.
First fondle.
She boldly did likewise to him, diddling him through his thin, flexible leather.
The daring of it! If anybody caught them, they’d be expelled. Denied graduation.
Forced to repeat senior year.
Forced to attend next year’s prom.
It made what they were doing explosively exciting.
Pim was moaning beside her.
Glancing over, Altoona saw an inept hand fumble at Pim’s lobebag, tug on its bowstrings, yank it swiftly off. The sight of the exposed sexlobe jazzed and juiced her.
Pim’s head swung right, her heavy-lidded eyes aglow with drugs and desire, as the usually shy Condor slurped eagerly at her engorged lobe.
Blayne wore a tight elastic designer bag, as did Altoona. He was shimmying hers down and she his, his lobe so nice and thick and warm and sexy beneath her fingers.
Blayne eased her head around.
Racks of courtly costumes hung like dead kings and queens crammed together.
The touch of his tongue, the cool slide of zipper teeth, took her breath away. Her quim was dripping, the swollen labia tight about zip-jags of niobium.
As much as she longed to be sucked into lobate ecstasy, she wanted even more to lick Blayne there too at the same time.
Impossible.
She stopped him and whispered the word into his left ear, her chin at his sexlobe as she spoke: “Foursome.” She drew back to see his eyes flare with naughtiness and delight.
Then Altoona was both leading and being led, Blayne hovering at her left shoulder, laughing but mostly keeping his lips at her lobe.
She laughed too.
Into the other couple they toppled, a slow sensual collide, her lips finding Condor’s sexlobe while he tongued Pim’s.
Blayne’s muted moan at her lobe, the tiny pain of zipper teeth biting into her arousal, signaled what she sensed: that Pim’s hot mouth had moue’d around his engorged lovelobe, their illegal lovesquare at last complete.
Now all was sucking and being sucked.
Hands roved in every direction. Belts were yanked off, skirts raised.
But head play held sway. It was so majorly mindblowingly incredible, moving higher at each tongued urging, passing them on, grokking that Condor was turning Pim on with the same curled spiral of energy.
And she Blayne.
And on back to Altoona.
Pim climaxed first, that sweet tight sexy childlike unngh that Altoona so loved, with the upward flip which led so sweetly from one catch breath to another.
Then they all came, an absurd lovely quartet of uninhibited noise.
In the midst of her orgasm, she felt Blayne ease past her panties, stretching the lacy thigh-hole.
He found what he sought.
Zip-teeth.
Her inner labia behind them.
He used her hot quim to wet her nub, gently circling there, his knuckles knocking lightly at embedded metal.
Then she was off again, thrusting, gripping Blayne about the shoulders, wanting him inside her so badly, wanting his lobe on her nipples, on her clit, wanting it all.
Pim would be there to help, or to be set upon in turn.
And Condor too, damn their warped society so insistent on three! He would make four, and four would be just fine. Then she couldn’t think anymore, surges of orgasm rotating the tinseled costume room about her like a carousel.
“Hey, I know!” Blayne said. She only half heard him, hugging him, gasping downward, the sturdy table behind her a blessing to her balance.
“What?” said Condor, too loud but that was okay. The poor dear was excited and riding high on some pretty good shit.
