Welcome to E. Mayberry

by Chris Genovese

  “Are you ready?” Pasha asked.

  “No,” I said, maybe too suddenly.

  I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be. We held the position longer.

  “Are you ready now?” he asked again.

  “No,” I said.

  Lilly must’ve heard me that time because she was suddenly at my side, her fingernail running softly down my spine, making my skin prickle and my shoulders tense.

  “Sunshine,” she said. “You need to go through with this. It’s only a lesson in control. It’s not sex and it’s not cheating.”

  “But his cock will be inside me,” I said.

  “Only his head,” she promised.

  I swallowed deep and closed my eyes. I nodded, giving him the go ahead. He moved his cock a little to the left and found me right away. My heart raced. I was so nervous as if it were my first time having sex. I hadn’t done anything like this ever. Self-control was something I’d never been good at. It’s the reason I’d suffered so much in life.

  Many people would argue that a cock is a cock and if they were in my position, other than the fact that I knew it was another man, the feel of it would be the same. But that’s not true. When the head of his cock reached my wet pussy and started to push up inside, it felt phenomenal. Bastian was amazing in bed, no complaint there, but Pasha seemed more eager, more like he wanted me and was being allowed to explore me even if only my opening.

  We stayed in that position. Right there. Unmoving. That’s how we remained for no less than twenty minutes and if you think you could handle it, just try it. Sit with your man’s cock only inside your pussy lips and then don’t move. Try it. It’s not easy.

  To top it off, Lilly put on music, mostly instrumental with the sound of people moaning sensually from time to time. It wasn’t helping my situation.

  I thought Pasha and I could win, especially when Bree began begging Lilly for permission to sink down on Marco’s cock. I mean she really begged. Lilly seemed to get a kick out of it and warned her not to if she wanted to win. Then Pasha spoke.

  “I want you,” he whispered. “I don’t care about this stupid game.”

  With our faces so close together, I could hear him, but I knew nobody else could over the music.

  “Don’t say that, please,” I said.

  “I can’t help it. I want you.”

  “Pasha.”

  “Say you’re ok with it and we’ll throw this thing. I just want to be inside of you. I don’t care if they kick us out.”

  What did he mean kick us out? Like kick us out of the class? Out of the neighborhood?

  “I don’t love my owner,” he said.

  “Pasha, stop.”

  His cock moved, it went deeper, only barely. I wanted it to go all the way. That’s the truth. I can’t deny it. I wanted Pasha that day. I wanted to slip or even sneeze or anything else that would allow me to say “fuck it” and take the plunge. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t get over the fact that it would be cheating on Bastian.

  “Let me,” Pasha said. “If you don’t want it at all, get up now. I won’t pursue you.”

  I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t stop this. I wanted him.

  “I can’t do this,” I said.

  Lilly, Bree, and Marco were so loud, cracking jokes and egging each other on.

  “We might have a quitter soon!” Lilly yelled.

  “Might be worth it!” Bree replied.

  “I win either way!” Marco shouted.

  “Do you think Bastian hasn’t done this?” Pasha asked. “It’s what people here do.”

  “Bastian wouldn’t go through with this,” I said.

  Pasha pushed in a little more. Fuck, it felt so good. I wanted to grab the back of his fucking head and wrap my legs around his waist in a way that wouldn’t allow me to hover anymore. I wanted to sit on his fucking cock and I knew if I did, nothing would stop me from riding him right there in the classroom with everyone watching.

  “He does go through with it,” Pasha said. “I’ve seen him.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “Never mind,” he said. “Just fuck me.”

  “No,” I said.

  I lowered less than half an inch and that was enough to almost make me come. The pressure. The control. The desire and denial was so fucking erotic I thought I might scream.

  “I’m inside of you,” he said. “Let me all the way in.”

  “No,” I said, and that was the end of it.

  I pulled off of him and went for my clothes on the bookshelf.

  “What happened?” Lilly asked.

  “Game over!” Marco announced.

  Lilly stood and patted Bree on the head.

  “Go ahead and fuck him,” she said. “You deserve it.”

  I got dressed to the sound of Bree riding Marco and loving every second of it. Pasha was behind me, putting his clothes on.

  “It’s not her fault,” he told Lilly. “The pressure was too much. She needs a second to breathe.”

  He defended me when he didn’t have to.

  “That’s okay, sweetheart,” Lilly said as she gave me a hug from behind. “That’s class for today. Go home and come in a little early tomorrow so we can discuss your feelings before class.”

  I should have gone home. That would have made sense, but instead I went looking for Bastian’s ex, Suzanne. Vivi had told me to look for the mailbox with Fiona on it. I found it easily and knocked on the door. It took a while but finally Suzanne answered. Vivi hadn’t been lying. She definitely was a looker.

  With long dark brown hair that hung in twisty curls that looked to have been recently done at a salon, Suzanne had an exotic look about her. She might have been part Asian. Her skin was darker than mine and her face was absolutely stunning. Her body matched perfectly with every other aspect. And the way she dressed. It looked like she had her own stylist. Her white dress hung perfectly over her bra-less breasts. The word tits seemed wrong on her, like she was too classy to be spoken about the way I would any other woman.

  “Hello,” she said.

  “Hi,” I said, and didn’t know what to say next.

  I felt out of my element, like I was some kid selling Girl Scout cookies. Suzanne peeked out her door and looked left, then right, then back at me.

  “Umm,” she said. “Can I help you?”

  “Suzanne Fiona?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “I’m Sunshine. Bastian’s new…”

  “Pet?” she said, finishing my sentence.

  I nodded.

  “Come in,” she said. “I’m sure you have lots of questions.”

  The inside of her house was much nicer than the inside of Bastian’s. Hers definitely had that woman’s touch where his looked a lot more like a bachelor pad. She led me into the living room where we sat on couches opposite each other.

  “Yes, Bastian was my owner,” she said before I had the chance to strike up conversation. “But all that’s changed now. I’m on my own, with my own pet, and life’s good. How are you feeling with him?”

  “Good,” I said. “Strange to be honest. This is a lot to take in.”

  “It was for me too,” she said. “It’ll grow on you.”

  “I’m having a hard time with the partner sharing thing,” I admitted. “I’ve been asked to do some things in my classes that I’m not comfortable with. There’s this…”

  I didn’t have the chance to finish my sentence when the front door swung open and Pasha walked in.

  What the fuck is he doing here?

  “Babe,” Suzanne said, “Have you met Sunshine? Wait. You guys would be in the same class, right?”

  “Yeah…” I said.

  Shocked would be the best word to describe how I was feeling. It suddenly hit me. She was now an owner and Pasha was her pet. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Something bothered me about the couple, other than the fact that Pasha had his dick inside me a half hour earlier. I realized I’d seen them on
TV. They were that first couple I’d seen having intense sex.

  Pasha seemed as confused as I was. He hugged Suzanne but his eyes were on me. She couldn’t see from her angle but he was basically saying with his eyes, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “I was just telling Sunshine that Bastian used to be my owner,” she said.

  “That’s funny,” Pasha said, “I was trying to help her relax in class, telling her Bastian would be okay with her playing along. That he likes to play too.

  “Oh yes he does,” Suzanne said.

  What the fuck does that mean?

  “And I can see how that might be extremely difficult for someone new to our way of life,” she said, letting go of Pasha and walking over to me.

  She took my hand and sat down next to me on the couch.

  “Bastian is…how should I say this? He’s a free spirit,” she said. “He will try to make you as comfortable as he’s able to, but if it’s a question of his desires versus your comfort, he will always choose his desires. It’s not his fault. It’s how he’s built. I learned to embrace that and used it to my advantage. His freeness allowed me to go wild and have a good time.”

  “I only want him,” I said.

  “I know, sweetie, but that’s not realistic,” she said.

  A buzzer went off somewhere in the kitchen and Suzanne jumped up.

  “Oh, my meatloaf, give me a sec,” she yelled as she raced to the kitchen.

  Alone in the living room with Pasha, I felt tears threatening to pour out. She was telling me my man wasn’t going to be faithful to me even if I asked him to.

  “What are you doing here?” Pasha whispered.

  “I needed to talk to her,” I said.

  “You did. Now go. Nothing she says will make you feel better.”

  “Do you love her?”

  “It’s complicated,” he said. “I desire her.”

  How could he not? I almost desired her myself. She was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen.

  “You really should go,” he said.

  “Okay, so where were we?” Suzanne asked.

  “Bastian will cheat on me,” I reminded her.

  “It’s not cheating,” she said. “If you think about it like that, you’re bound to get hurt.”

  “I know he’s different. He won’t hurt me.”

  “Sure he won’t.”

  “He won’t,” I said.

  “Well,” she said. “Have faith in that then. We’ll see. Maybe you’re right.”

  I hadn’t realized I was crying, but I was. I wiped my tears away and left the room.

  “Thank you,” I said as I made my way to the door.

  Pasha followed me out and grabbed my arm before I could leave. Suzanne was nowhere in sight. He pushed me up against the door and kissed me hard. I pulled away and raised a hand to slap him, but I couldn’t go through with it.

  “Fuck him,” he said. “Fuck her too. Let’s get out of here.”

  “I have someone already,” I said as I walked out the door. “Bastian loves me and he won’t hurt me.”

  The walk home was a blur. I wanted to get off the street and home to my sanctuary, my safe place where I wouldn’t have to listen to anyone. I didn’t want to hear a single person tell me that I’d need to adapt to the way things were in Erotic Mayberry.

  When I reached my house, I bolted through the door, slammed it shut, and ran to my bed to hide under the covers and sob. It’s what I would have done at ten years old and it’s what I did that night. Why? I honestly don’t know. Nobody had wronged me. Everyone had only tried to open my eyes to the truth. Bastian hadn’t even hurt me. Yet I was sad. I think I knew deep down what was to come.”

  Chapter 9

  Tension’s fingers were doing wonders when I paused my story. My head was filled with mixed emotions and I couldn’t concentrate. My words had turned to stuttered sighs.

  I believe I may have stopped my story and only continued it in my head. How much of it he’d heard I wasn’t quite sure but I realized my hand was cupped over his, forcing his fingers into me, and if I’d pushed any harder he might’ve ended up fisting me.

  Yet, he was way too cool and collected.

  The whiskey had given him a calm kind of control. He stared into my eyes and turned up one corner of his mouth in a cocky sort of grin.

  “Stop,” I said.

  He didn’t right away and I almost changed my mind. I needed to turn this thing around and test him a little, to see how far he was willing to go for me.

  “I’m serious,” I said. “Stop.”

  His finger stopped moving but he didn’t pull them out of me. I tried to calm my breathing as my hips slid forward a bit, forcing his fingers deeper inside. As much as I wanted him to stop, the man was so fucking scrumptious and I wanted him to make me come.

  “You don’t seem to want to stop,” he said.

  I put both hands on his knuckles and pulled my pussy off him.

  “There,” I said.

  “What did I do wrong?” he asked.

  I took a deep breath and laughed.

  “Absolutely nothing,” I said.

  The fact that he’d asked was impressive. He was much further along than I’d thought. He cared about my pleasure. Most men only cared about pleasuring themselves. I don’t think I’d ever had a man ask me what he’d done wrong.

  “So what is it?” Tension asked. “Have I crossed the line?”

  “You haven’t even approached it yet,” I told him. “Don’t worry about crossing the line with me. But I do need a favor. Get me out of here.”

  I looked out the window and the sun had set sometime during my story. I hadn’t even realized it. My house felt so cramped and I needed fresh air. Plus, I wanted to see how Tension would treat me out in public.

  “Where do you want to go?” he asked. “Dinner?”

  “A drink,” I said.

  “Ha, I’ve been drinking,” he said.

  “I’ll drive,” I said. “But we are taking your car. I want to go to an actual bar. With live music and shots and people. Take me out.”

  He shrugged his shoulders.

  “Come with me to my room. You can watch me get dressed while I continue my story.”

  “You sure that’s a good idea?”

  “You think I haven’t gotten dressed in front of a man before? Have you been listening to me at all?”

  With that I got up, took him by the hand, and led him to my room where I pushed him down onto my bed and went to my closet to grab a dress. I knew the one I wanted to wear. I wasn’t in a mood for black or white. I grabbed my tight, royal blue dress that made my tits pop.

  I stepped out of my closet, still naked from the waist down, and pulled off my tank top. My tits stayed tight and perky, the way only the best money can buy do. Sometimes I wished I’d stayed all natural but one of the things the adult film industry demands is physical perfection. My tits weren’t naturally big enough to impress anyone on screen. I’d grown quite fond of what I was now working with and it seemed Tension was excited about what he saw. His eyes went from my tits to my pussy and back up to my tits. Typical male.

  “Like what you see?” I asked.

  “I could look at you all day, every day,” he said.

  I wondered how much he meant that as I sashayed slowly over to the dresser where I bent forward way lower than necessary to pick a fresh pair of panties out of the drawer, making sure he saw my pussy from behind. He saw me and stood up from the bed quickly, moving to stand behind me. His hands touched my hips.

  In my dresser mirror I saw the fully clothed detective standing behind my naked body, looking down at my ass, his tongue touching his bottom lip. I reached back behind me, knocking his hand off my hip, and found his cock. It was as hard as could be and I gave it a squeeze.

  “Later,” I promised. “Right now I want to go out. Go downstairs and I’ll tell you the rest of my story while we’re out. If you still like me when I’m done, I have every in
tention of bringing you back here, tying you to that bed, and riding you till the sun comes up.”

  “You’re a lot of talk,” he said.

  Me? A lot of talk? Oh hell no.