Margaritas by Moonlight (A Romance Novella): Maybe Mandy 2

by Chris Genovese

  Who doesn’t want to look like they’re in a Prince music video? Or I guess it’s Lady Gaga nowadays.

  I was good at keeping my mind off of my sexual desires. I could turn most situations into a joke and for a second I thought it was working. Until I looked at the crotch of one of the suits and suddenly imagined Braden pulling it to the side and bending me forward to eat me from behind.

  I needed to be alone, right away.

  No one was working the dressing rooms so I just went in with my selections.

  The dressing room was small but had plenty of room for what I needed. I locked the door and turned to see myself in the mirror. I looked at my big breasts and my wavy brown hair hanging over my shoulders. I looked at my full lips as I pursed them together. I looked at my shapely body filling out my red top and blue jeans.

  I slid off my shoes, pulled my jeans down, and kicked them to the side.

  My legs were smooth and slightly pale. My panties were a red mesh and I could see the shadow of my pubic hair beneath them. Seeing myself like that, I couldn’t help imagining Braden looking at me.

  I pulled the panties down a little so that just the top of my hair peeked out. I felt sexy.

  I lifted my shirt off and hung it on the hook on the wall. Closing my eyes, I remembered Braden and how he’d feverishly yanked my bra up over my breasts instead of taking it off. I did the same, letting the pain and discomfort turn me on.

  My dark nipples weren’t hard…yet. What would Braden do about that? I was in his mind, thinking his thoughts.

  What would he do to me?

  He’d be gentle but rough at the same time.

  I lifted two fingers to my lips and sucked on them, getting them wet with my spit, then brought them to my boobs and circled my nipples with soaked fingers. It felt good. It felt nice.

  I so need to get fucked again.

  Suddenly I wasn’t thinking of Braden. He was there with me. I could feel him behind me in the changing room. I could smell him, his sweet but masculine scent.

  He shoved me against the wall and grabbed my bra, fumbling with the clasp until my breasts broke free, the cold department store air nipping at my tits.

  He stepped back and stared at me, letting his eyes linger on my exposed breasts. He stared at me the way he did when I was naked in the forest surrounding the fair. He wanted me.

  I reached up and grabbed the back of his head, gripping his hair in my fist, bringing his face closer to mine.

  He gripped my right boob and shoved his tongue into my mouth.

  Then his finger was at my crotch, just one, circling the spot where my swollen pussy lips lay just beneath the fabric. I gasped through smothered kisses.

  His touch was smooth at first, gliding around my panties, rubbing at me with fervor. I could feel his struggle to hold back mixed with his desire to let loose.

  His fingers twirled over my clit, around and around, then back over my pussy until suddenly my panties were too soaked for his fingers to slide around freely. My panties were wet and were climbing up through my folds and into my pussy. He wanted me so badly he was about to try and finger me with my panties on.

  No, that won’t do.

  I pulled them down, giving him all the free access he wanted. And he wanted it.

  Damn, did he want it.

  He dropped to his knees and his tongue found my clit. My back arched as he touched it for the first time. I was already close to exploding, a feat that had never been simple for me, but somehow since Braden’s rapture had become easier.

  His tongue flicked at me, hitting me and backing off, hitting me and backing off, hitting me and…

  Oh my God, I’m gonna come.

  He pried my lips open and tongued my opening, stretching my lips open wider. It burnt but the sting felt so good.

  Mmm yeah uh huh.

  I squatted down a little, opening myself wider, my thighs burning as I held the position, making it easier on Braden but harder on myself. And his tongue dug deeper inside. He was fucking me with it, shoving it inside just an inch or so, as far as a tongue can go.

  I wanted to come on his face. And I was close.

  “I know how you want it,” he said. “I know how you like it now.”

  Then he bent me over, driving my face into the bench, lifting my pussy up into the air.

  He grabbed my ass and pulled each cheek, spreading me open again.

  He teased me with his finger, circling it around my clit. Then he dipped it inside just a bit, just enough to send me over the edge.

  I slapped the wall and fought to hold back my moan. I wanted to scream. How was he able to do this to me again and again?

  When his finger shot all the way inside me, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Oooh fuck,” I said just above a whisper, probably too loud in the quiet dressing room. “Oooh fuck.”

  His finger pressed down at my spot, pushing my button, pushing my button, pushing my…

  Ooh shit, that’s it. I’m gonna come.

  My knees shook and my legs quivered. I was holding myself up on the bench with my right arm and it gave out on me. I nearly smacked my forehead against the bench as the shockwaves of the orgasm shook me to the core.

  I fingered myself harder, suddenly coming back to reality and noticing that I was alone in the dressing room, bent over, shoving my hand inside my pussy. I didn’t care at first. I was still coming. It seemed like it would never stop and the faster I rubbed my clit the more tender it became and the more I wanted to scream.

  My pussy tingled. It felt like a pack of pop rocks had been thrown against it and my juices set them off.

  I squatted and squeezed my legs together, trying to stop the sensation before I went insane but it intensified and my fingers kept shaking just inside my lips.

  Finally, with a rush of pain and joy and whatever the fuck else could describe it, I reached the final FINAL climax.

  “Mand, you in there?” I heard the familiar voice of Ben outside the stall. “Mand?”

  I’d always hated how he cut the one single solitary “y” off the end of my name as if the “eey” was too hard to pronounce. And now I truly despised it, hearing my name just a few feet away, yanking me violently out of my daydream and the ecstasy that went along with it.

  I looked at myself in the mirror and suddenly felt ashamed. My naked boobs were dangling a bit and the position I was in was completely unflattering.

  I’m crazy. One cock has sent me over the edge.

  And I meant it. I felt like I was losing my mind. Never in a million years would I have finger fucked myself in a department store changing room…before Braden. Now I was thinking of doing it again.

  I gave myself one final tap against my clit and closed my eyes to savor the moment.

  I need to get fucked.

  And I meant that too.

  ***

  I told Ben that I doubted I’d be able to convince Susie and Vince to come along for the trip so instead we went to see Jill. She was down for anything. ANYTHING. And that oftentimes got her in trouble.

  As he did with everyone’s house, Ben just walked in, kicking the apartment door open and stepping inside. I followed feeling like the backup, rookie cop to his tenured detective.

  “Don’t you think we need a warrant before knocking down her door?” I joked.

  I was joshing, but the truth was, it probably wouldn’t hurt. Jill had been known to dabble in just about everything from marijuana to ecstasy to even some harder drugs from time to time.

  She’s the kind of girl who’s been around the block in more ways than one and has come out the other end wiser but not necessarily stronger. Every once in a while, when with the right (or wrong) guy, she’d break down and give “his” drug of choice a try…again.

  “Please, Jill doesn’t mind when we come in,” Ben argued.

  And that’s when I really wished we’d knocked. Jill was bent over in front of her computer, with a huge, tattooed Asian guy ramming his cock into her
from behind. I was stunned.

  Yes, I’d just finger banged myself a half hour before, but come on. Give me some credit. I wasn’t bent over a desk with The Rock hitting me from the back.

  “Sweetie,” Ben called out.

  The guy fucking my friend looked over at us and stopped, not removing himself from her, but not forcing his way in anymore either. He didn’t seem upset or even surprised. In fact, I’d have to describe it as he looked like someone had just told him he had a phone call.

  “Hey guys!” Jill called out like we’d just caught her jogging on a treadmill or doing yoga.

  “Mmm,” Ben said aloud, obviously checking out the guy she was with.

  “Maybe we should come back…” I started.

  “Dammit Ray, don’t stop. We just hit 10,000 views,” Jill announced.

  Ray followed orders and gripped her hips again. He reached around, grabbed one of her perfect fake boobs, and squeezed as he continued to thrust into her.

  I was shocked. Ben didn’t seem to be. Was I the only one who had no idea that her best friend was an indie porn star? I mean, I (and she) would say she’s always been a bit of a nympho, borderline whore, but this…this was something completely different.

  I’d just eaten lasagna with her yesterday at Mama Mia’s. We talked about TV shows and shoes and our shitty love lives. She did mention a new business venture she was involved in.

  A business venture. Hmm. Okay. Now I see how she could afford those ridiculously priced shoes. But still, how did she fail to mention she’s headlining in “Drill Jill?”

  I wanted to leave but was somehow drawn to the scene in front of me. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen her having sex. In fact, it wasn’t even the second time. Once when we were younger, I caught her with my cousin in my aunt’s bathroom.

  And one other time I had to share a train car with her. It was a college party train. And Jill has always known how to party.

  Bent over in front of the computer, Jill bit her lip and took Ray all the way inside her. I put a hand to my eyes, but like a little kid who’s afraid to watch a scary movie but peeks anyway, I stared out through the gaps in my fingers.

  At least she’s actually having sex and not fucking an imaginary friend in a dressing room.

  “Ten thousand and five!” she squealed as she leaned forward and spoke to her audience. “Ooh you guys like it when he taps me from behind like that? You like that? Send me a private message and I’ll tell you how WE can have a private one-on-one for a small fee. You gotta pay to play ladies and gentlemen.”

  She let out a high pitched scream as Ray did something just right. She slapped the keyboard then looked up with her mouth agape.

  “You did it again, didn’t you?” the fellow named Ray asked.

  “Yep,” Jill said as she pulled away from him and reached for a robe she had draped over the back of a dining room chair.

  “We’re finished?” Ray asked, looking disappointed.

  “I have friends over,” Jill said.

  Ray shook his head and fished his pants up off the floor. He got dressed as Jill sashayed over to us.

  “What’s up, girlfriend?” she asked as she tightened her robe and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.

  I pulled back.

  “What?” she asked, looking offended. “Oh…you think I…”

  “Yeah, I think you did,” I said.

  “Good call,” she said with a laugh, “I did suck him off.”

  “You know, if he needs to finish,” Ben said softly as Jill leaned over to hug him. “Ha, just kidding.”

  He looked at me and shook his head to say that he wasn’t really kidding.

  Ray passed us a little wave as he headed for the door.

  “Bye babe,” Jill called out. “I’ll let you know what the viewers say. If you get enough comments and requests we can definitely do this again.”

  Jill pulled her long, shiny black hair back into a ponytail and tied it up.

  “Sorry you guys had to see me like that,” she said, not looking sorry at all. “Let me go brush my teeth real quick and we can chat.”

  She disappeared, leaving Ben and me alone.

  “Can you believe her?” I asked.

  “I know…she looked fabulous,” Ben said.

  “You’re such an ass.”

  “You are what you eat.”

  “Are all my friends disgusting?” I asked. “Seriously, when did we become such trashy pigs?”

  “Speak for yourself, sweetheart. I’m a respectable gentleman.”

  “Who just spent a hundred bucks on a bunch of colorful toys and lotions.”

  “Since when did wanting to have a little fun become the definition of trash?”

  We told Jill about the trip and she was thrilled. She’d actually gone on our high school trip but had gotten so violently ill that she didn’t enjoy much of it. She’d been warned not to drink the water but had forgotten what ice is made of.

  I’d been right about Susie and Vince. They weren’t able to go on the trip. But three was definitely enough for this whirlwind adventure. Ben set us up with discount tickets that included airfare, hotel, food coupons, and several all-you-can-drink bracelets at some of Cancun’s hottest nightclubs.

  With my cute blue one-piece (yes I went against my better judgment and ditched the leopard spots) and as many skimpy outfits as I could find in my closet packed and ready to go, it was off to the airport.

  ***

  Jill got the window seat with Ben in the middle and me in the aisle. I was so excited. We’d stayed up late the night before at Ben’s house flipping through the pamphlets he’d collected and talking about all the fun stuff we’d do. Snorkeling was on the list and wave runners and diving and of course drinking.

  Jill mentioned the possibility of shooting one of her web shows while on the trip. With whom, she didn’t care, as long as he was hot.

  I told them all about my personal conquest. I was on a mission to relieve myself of Braden’s memory. He’d taken a hold of my mind and body and I needed some other young stud to fill me up with new memories.

  Maybe discovering that another man could take Braden’s place would be just the medicine I needed. Knocking him off his pedestal could be the trick. And I was sure, in all that hot and sweaty club hopping madness, I’d be able to find a guy willing to try with all his heart to fuck me into oblivion.

  We’d only been in our seats a few minutes when the hunkiest flight attendant EVER happened to walk down the aisle and bump my elbow with his hard-as-a-rock ass. As he knocked into me, my closed fist punched Ben in the jaw, which caused his open left hand to smack Jill’s right boob. It was a goofy and downright ridiculous domino effect.

  And the hunk noticed it all.

  “Oh my,” he said as he reached down to touch my arm, as if he’d be able to take back the whole embarrassing incident with just a simple tap. “That was such an accident.”

  “Accident my ass!” Jill squealed.

  “Shh, Jill, please,” I said as I glanced around quickly to see if any children were around. Turns out not a lot of kids fly first class to Cancun.

  “I’ll make it up to you guys with a drink later,” the hunk whispered. “Buy one so I don’t get in too much trouble, and I’ll slip you a second for free.”

  “Or you could stop being a douche and buy the first one for us,” Jill said loudly.

  The hunk turned his head and his long blond hair fell over one eye, smoothly, like we were in the middle of a shampoo commercial or the airline’s new ad for great reasons to collect their sky miles.

  He raised his eyebrows and scrunched up his mouth, causing the skin to tighten over his square jaw. With the small cleft at its center, yes he had a freakin’ cleft in his chin, his confused look was adorable but I had the feeling it meant we’d just lost our free drink. He’d probably never had anyone challenge him the way Jill had.

  Jill, if I haven’t already told you, has a way with words. She has a way of letting no
rmal words out of her mouth that somehow between the moment they leave her lips and the time it takes to get to your ears, have twisted into an insulting and mean-spirited tornado.

  She always claims it wasn’t her intention, but if not, she’s naturally talented at accidentally pissing people off. That and having lots of sex. If she were a member of the X-Men she’d be Wolverine…but naked more often.