“Oh!”
In mid-thought, he flipped that sucker on and touched it to one of my nipples. It felt weird, not necessarily good and not bad, but weird. Again, he knew exactly what he was doing. That whole tit tap must’ve been for shock value as he then went to work…for REAL.
The toothbrush buzzed as he kissed me again, gently, sliding his tongue into my mouth and working my jaw open, till I was once again trying to rip off his face with my yearning. His kiss drove me wild. I’ve always liked making out but this…this was different. He did something to me.
Then, with my gasp trapped in his mouth, the vibrating toothbrush touched my clit.
I breathed in, inhaling his breath and shuddering under the intense shock running through my limbs. My eyes rolled back and my head fell to the bed. My back arched and Wesley ran the buzzing toothbrush over the folds of my pussy and back up to my clit. I thought I was going to pass out and die, just go to heaven, drift off in my pleasure, never to return.
“Ohhhh! Ohhhh shiiiiiiiit!” I cried out. “Ohhh noooo, yaaaassss!”
I was going to come. He’d done it. He’d brought me to orgasm without using his mouth or his cock.
“Fuuuuuucccck! I screamed. “Yes! Fuck!”
I slapped the wet bed and then gripped both sides of it with my fists until my fingers hurt and I thought my knuckles might explode. I was so close, so close, so fucking close.
Then he slipped two fingers in and rubbed at the top of my pussy from inside, tugging on me, doing something I’d never felt before. He was working my g-spot, and the toothbrush continued to keep my clit trembling.
I thought I was going to pee. I’d had several orgasms in the past but it never felt like this. What the fuck! I was going to piss on him. What the fuck?
“Ohhhh God!”
The orgasm ripped through my body like I’d never felt before, and as his fingers pulled at me, something shot out. I thought I’d peed at first but that wasn’t it. I was leaking. I was…I was fucking squirting! Not like full on gushing but something was definitely coming out. I was coming like crazy. And he didn’t stop. He kept pulling me toward him with his fingers and I kept fucking coming.
Ice traveled down my shoulders and into my arms. It wrapped back down through my stomach and down my legs. Coldness from within brought goosebumps to my flesh and then, as quickly as the cold came on, it started to boil, and heat washed over me. My senses went haywire. Cold then hot then pins and needles.
“Fuuuuuck!”
Just when I thought it was over, he spread open my legs, and buried his face in my pussy. He groaned and sounded like a fucking wolf devouring its prey. He ate me with a passion I’d never felt before. He wanted to taste me, to lick me, to fuck me with his tongue.
“Yes!” I yelled.
“Oh yes,” he said from between my legs, “You taste so fucking good.”
I sat up, grabbed his head, and pulled him into my pussy where I bucked my hips and fucked his face. That was all the coaxing he needed. Finally…finally…fucking finally he pulled away from me and climbed up onto the table.
I lifted my legs up, giving him easy access to my pussy. I even spread my lips open for him so he could plunge right in. I was so fucking wet. I needed him. We’d had plenty of fucking foreplay. We love foreplay, gentlemen, but sometimes enough is a fucking nuff.
When the head of his cock touched me, and pressed into me, he said, “I’ve waited a long time for this.”
Oh you and me both!
The words felt special coming from him, like he’d waited half his life to feel me, to be with me, and I imagined him sitting at his piano, watching me on stage, wondering if one day he’d get the chance to fuck Mandy Young.
Today was that day.
I squeezed his hips with my thighs and coaxed him into me. He nearly fell as his cock slid deep into me. This was a night of firsts for me. This was the first time a cock has ever entered me so easily. He was big, not huge, but it was the foreplay. I was so fucking worked up. Plus his fingers had been thrashing me only seconds before.
My pussy swallowed his cock and squeezed him and I felt every fucking inch of him as he thrust into me.
The sound of a man losing himself in you is one of the most pleasurable things you can ever hear. I can’t even explain his sounds, something between a gasp, groan, and whimper, but I knew that he was one-hundred percent inside me right then. Not only his cock, but his mind and soul as well.
As my fingernails dug into his ass, clenching and grasping for something to hold that could pull him deeper into me, I did my best to lose myself in him too. He was handsome, he was strong, he was smart, he was wealthy, he desired me, and he was fucking the shit out of me. But something wasn’t right.
“Get off me,” I said.
He was stunned.
“What? Why?”
He climbed reluctantly off me and I slid off the table. I pushed him against the counter.
“I want it like this,” I told him.
With that, I gripped his shoulders and climbed him like a tree. He spun me around, leaned me against the counter, and then pulled me off and onto his cock. He skewered me. If there’s a way to go deeper, you’d have to show me, because I thought he might rip me in half.
My pussy rose and then fell onto him, each inch, each centimeter lighting up my insides. Every move, jerk, and wiggle caressed the walls of my pussy.
I screamed and wrapped one arm over his shoulder and the other around the back of his head. He plowed into me, fucking me upward with long, hard, deep thrusts. My jaw wouldn’t work, it just dangled open and air hissed from my lungs, as I fought to control my breathing.
“Yes!” I cried.
And I lost myself in him. I bit into his shoulder, held on, and struggled to find oxygen through short raspy gasps. He fucked the breath out of me. Then he kissed me hard with his next drive, and sighed into my mouth, giving me new life again.
I reached under his arms so I could grip his shoulders like I was about to do pullups on his body, and that’s exactly what I did. As he grew tired, I did the fucking. I pulled up, then shoved myself down, up, down, up.
Fuck! I…can’t…keep…up.
I came so fucking hard I thought I might put the last one to shame. I couldn’t move. My body convulsed. My pussy trembled from the inside and my legs shook on the outside. All that ice and warmth from before suddenly became a river of kerosene and Wesley threw a lit match onto it. I clawed at his arms and pulled at his hair as my pussy unloaded again, submitting to his cock, drenching him down to his balls and onto his legs.
“Uhh…oh…I…just…”
I couldn’t even speak. The words wouldn’t formulate.
“I can’t anymore,” he said. “I’m trying not to come, but…”
“Are you kidding me?” I yelled. “Come, baby! Just come!”
I pulled off of him and bent over the bed, lifting my pussy up for him so he could finish easier.
“Finish,” I told him.
Saying those words was like letting him off his leash. He gripped my hips and rammed his cock into me from behind. I dropped my head to the plastic covered mat of the bed and rode it out, my eyes fighting to close. His cock spurted into me, and the warmth I’d felt from the hose was nothing like the feeling of this man, this real fucking man, letting himself go inside of me. He’d resisted so long and was finally giving it all to me.
His thrusts became less energetic and his cock slid out of me easier than ever. He was spent but still trying to give me all he had. I relaxed and sunk into the rhythm of the fuck coming to an end, switching from the passionate pounding to the lackadaisical lovemaking.
Finally, when he had no more to give, he collapsed on top of me, and he kissed me. I was fulfilled.
“You were everything I’d ever dreamed of,” he said, as he pulled out, retrieved the hose, and showered us both down with warm water.
This time I washed myself, pouring soap into my cupped hands and cleaning myself. We kissed
in the stream of the hot water, but it wasn’t the same. I couldn’t help but feeling like a whore for some reason. What was it with me? I was Mandy, Maybe Mandy, living a life of Maybes. Maybe I’d fuck somebody, maybe not. Maybe we’d date, if I wanted to. Maybe we’d even get married if I was ready to settle down.
Under the stream of water I wondered if I’d been fooling myself. Was my whole “Maybe” bit only a scheme to fool myself into believing I was in control? Would this man, Wesley, consider being with me if I really wanted him to? He seemed to have a serious high school crush on me, but is that all it was?
“You’re so gorgeous,” Wesley said, and I heard him, but I couldn’t seem to focus on it.
Too many other thoughts were on my mind. Like why hadn’t Braden tried to be with me on a serious level after our wild night together? Would Valentino have taken me seriously if I’d lived in Mexico rather than only passing through for a summer fling? Would Wesley want to introduce me as his girl rather than someone he just wanted to show HIS BUSINESS to?
I wasn’t sure anymore. I thought I was.
Fuck, this is depressing.
“…the reunion is still going on? Probably over by now right?” Wesley was saying.
I caught only the tail end of his questions.
I just wanted to go back to my hotel room, shower again, and be alone. Then I’d go home tomorrow and be alone. I suddenly became aware that I was alone…a lot. I didn’t even have a fucking dog or a cat.
Why am I feeling like this? This was fun. This was wild. This is me.
“Can you take me back to the hotel?” I asked.
“Sure, you okay?”
“Yeah. I…I’m just tired,” I lied.
Chapter 6 – Time for a Change
I didn’t see Wesley again. He kissed me goodnight and I went to my room. I don’t even know if the party was still going on downstairs. I wanted to be alone. There, in my cozy and quiet hotel room, I showered again—this time scrubbing my body like I was filthy and in need of a cleanse—and wrapped myself up in a robe. I lay on my bed and I cried.
I don’t know what exactly I was crying about. I guess I felt lonely. I wasn’t getting any younger and life felt…off. I needed to make a change.
Yet, what kind of change?
How will life be any different tomorrow?
Jill, Ben, and I decided to spend the day out at the hotel pool before heading home. It seemed everyone from the reunion did, but I didn’t remember most of them, hadn’t talked to many of them the night before, and I didn’t care to now. Instead, I lay back with my sunglasses on and relaxed.
Porter eventually came out to meet us, followed by Rose and her man. All the guys were in the pool, which means Jill was quick to take a dip too, leaving me alone with my oldest girlfriends.
“I might have to stay a couple more days,” Porter said. “I don’t know if I’m ready to rush back to work.”
“Tell me about it,” Rose agreed. “I need to hit a couple of malls down here first. I forgot how much cheaper things are outside of Chicago.”
“Chicago?” Porter said. “You live in fucking Chicago?”
Rose nodded.
“Get out of here. I do too,” Porter declared.
“Best city on earth,” Rose announced as she raised her drink and took a sip.
“What’s it like” I asked, suddenly interested in hearing about any place other than home.
“Have you ever been to New York?” Rose asked.
“Yeah, a couple of times,” I said. “Too crazy for me. The subway system is nuts.”
“Well, Chicago is like a smaller, cleaner version of New York,” Rose declared.
“You think so?” Porter asked. “It’s smaller, but cleaner?”
“Well, Michigan Avenue is cleaner,” Rose said and laughed.
Porter sat up on her pool chair and leaned in close to me.
“Have you ever been to a place where you feel like you’re right smack dab in the heart of it all? Like electricity is running up and down the sidewalk and you feel kind of alive?”
“Sounds like sex,” I said.
“Yes!” Porter said. “If sex were a city, it would be Chicago.”
“No, babe,” Rose argued. “If sex were a city it would be Las Vegas, or maybe Miami, or probably even New York.”
“Whatever,” Porter said, waving her off, “I’m just saying. It’s a fun place to be. You’re never bored. You should come check it out.”
“I can’t,” I said. “I have a job and…”
I couldn’t finish the sentence. I had a job. That was all. I didn’t even like the job.
“And?” Rose asked.
“That’s all. I have a job. And I have Jill. And Ben. And some other friends.”
“Jill and Ben can visit Chicago,” Porter said. “And you can always find another job.”
“Come write for my magazine,” Rose said. “Hell, I don’t even know if you’re a good writer, but if you suck at it you can make my coffee and shit.”
Even making Rose’s coffee sounded better than sitting at my cubicle, making phone calls, trying to fill the ad space for sporting events people rarely attended.
“My apartment though…”
“The one you rent?” Porter asked. “Or do you own?”
“Rent,” I said. “I wish I owned.”
“Fuck it,” Porter said. “Just leave. What are they gonna do, keep your security deposit? They’re gonna keep that anyway. Have you ever gotten a deposit back, all of it?”
I hadn’t. I shook my head.
“It’s settled,” Porter said. “You’re coming to Chicago. You’ll stay with me.”
“And work for me,” Rose said.
So it was settled. If I was going to make a change, I needed to truly make a change. But what did that change mean exactly? Was I going to give up sex?
What do you think? Hell fucking no!
But I was moving to Chicago, and maybe…just maybe Mandy would find a sense of worth in a whole new playground.
The End.
If you like Mandy’s stories, keep your eyes open for the next book in the series, Maybe Mandy The Movie, planned to be Mandy’s first full length novel. No, it’s not an actual movie, but it’ll all make sense when you read the book.
To read some free Mandy diaries, go to my website, http://www.eroticmayberry.com where you’ll find her fun and free diary entries plus loads of other cool stuff.
Thank you so much for reading.
Chris Genovese
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