Nadia Nightside's Best of 2015

by Nadia Nightside

  We leaned against the counter, looking over our arrangement. At my lead, Mallory and I had taken it upon ourselves to re-organize the shop a bit. We now had a small shelf at the front with our favorite books, right alongside another small shelf of best sellers. I thought it might help to group the unheard-of classics with all the major hits of the day. I didn’t know if it would work or not; I mostly just knew that we hadn’t tried it. Like I said, Dawn was pretty resistant to new ideas. To be honest, with everything on her mind, I didn't think she would notice much.

  The store now looked mostly how it should. There was a path back down to the basement where we kept all the used books and graphic novels. The records in the back were no longer in danger of being squashed by a series of precariously-pushed pillars layered over with DVDs and blu-rays. The children’s, history, non-fiction, and self-help sections had all been properly straightened. Luckily for us, the adult fiction—more than half of the store—was relatively untouched by the disaster, outside of being covered over with a wave of dust from the outpouring of so many untouched pages.

  The majority of the cleaning up and straightening out of the store was due to Mallory’s know-how.

  When we started moving everything around, she changed into her workout clothes—tight, tiny gym shorts and a flimsy tank-top that gave me an even better view of her cleavage than the last outfit. Her shiny, smooth skin was covered over with sweat, and her long dark hair was done up in a voluminous ponytail that stretched halfway down her back.

  “You really were on top of this,” I said to her, tapping her arm. “Thanks for taking the lead.”

  “Yeah, of course.” She shrugged. “I’m glad all those years of moving furniture back and forth finally produced something worthwhile.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t say finally. I mean, all that moving brought you to work here with me, and I think that’s pretty good.”

  I was trying to be straightforward; I liked working with Mallory. She was hard-working and smart. But, from the look on her face, I could tell the sentiment bordered on the saccharine.

  What happened next, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to explain. She reached behind the counter—giving me a long view of the excellently crafted butt-cleavage that she sported in those tiny spandex shorts. She turned and righted herself, no doubt noticing my sidelong glance at her particulars, and gave me a flirty grin.

  “Hey,” she said, pulling a tall bottle of bourbon out from a brown paper bag. “Wanna get drunk and fool around?”

  I stuttered, not quite knowing how to answer.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” She leaned over the counter again, grabbing a couple of paper cups. “Not the most glamorous of settings, but I’m a cheap date.”

  “...great,” I coughed. “Super.”

  She poured me out an entire cup full of bourbon. It was cheap stuff, and the taste was wicked and hard in my mouth. She, of course, swallowed her own with no problem, and then immediately poured me another cup. The taste had barely left my mouth, strong warmth flooding down through my head and into my legs, when she guided the cup up to my lips again, bidding me to drink. I coughed and sputtered a bit, sitting down on the floor, but I swallowed it all.

  She slid down next to me, sliding her legs against mine. I didn’t know how this had all started to happen, but I didn’t much care. Mallory was gorgeous and she was hitting on me, and that was completely fine by me.

  As soon as that last shot of bourbon had settled, she refilled my cup again, but with less than before. This time, though, she did not coerce any drinking.

  “I don’t think it’s possible to have an honest conversation without at least two shots of good liquor in both parties,” she said, by way of explaining. “I hope that’s all right.”

  “Sure.” I was still sweating from the sudden flood of alcohol. My tongue rolled around my mouth, looking for some kind of reprieve from the bitter taste. “Sure. What kind of honesty are you looking for?”

  “Any kind!” She swung her hands out wide. “I know you were looking at me when everything went to hell today, for instance.”

  I coughed. “You do?”

  “Of course I do, dummy.” She rolled her eyes. “Give me a little credit, okay? You think a girl like me doesn’t know when a guy she’s working with is creeping on her?” I flinched, and she punched me. “No, you're right. I'm a jerk for bringing it up. Let's go back to how it was before, right? I'm just the one pretty girl who has no idea, explicit or otherwise, about the way society views me and how men objectify women.”

  “I wasn’t....creeping. Just you know. You’re gorgeous, is all. Sometimes I look.”

  She frowned, beautifully, as everything she did was beautiful, but there was a layer of jokiness behind it.

  “Ugh, if you're just going to keep being so sincere, I don't know how I'm going to have fun with you.”

  “You asked for honesty.”

  “I did.” Nodding, she took another long sip of bourbon. “We’re going to lose our jobs soon. How about that?”

  “Yeah.”

  For a moment, I looked over at the work we had accomplished for the day, trying to come up with something clever to say. Before, when I’d talked to Mallory, I thought I was out of her league. I was a decent looking, I thought. Dark hair and a permanent five o’clock shadow because I never remember to shave in the morning. In good shape from eating right and walking and bike-riding through the city, though that was mostly because I didn’t own a car.

  But Mallory was gorgeous. The line of her jaw tilting to her chin and back up into her neck, so elegant and regal, made my heart ache. And she was smart. And she was hard-working. I had trouble understanding, lots of the time, how she didn’t already own her own business, even if she was the same age as me at twenty-four.

  Anyway, it was easier to talk to her when I thought she could never be interested. Now, my tongue flummoxed, and I threw out the first thing I could think of.

  “Sort of seems pointless, huh?” I gestured toward the shelves. “Like building a pyre factory on top of a bonfire.”

  She guffawed. A literal, man-like guffaw, her chest heaving in and out. She was gorgeous as she smiled, and my body warmed knowing that I had been the one to give her that sort of laugh.

  “A pyre factory? Come on, man. That’s all you got?”

  I shrugged. “Well, they wouldn’t build a bonfire factory on top of a bonfire. That’s just silliness. No way you could get Mr. Sheffield to pour money into that sort of company.”

  Sheffield was Audrey's dad. A large man with large appetites, and a very large dislike for me. He hid it well enough, but when I met with him, I could tell just by shaking his hand that he knew I was some stupid mid-summer fling for his daughter. And he was right.

  Mallory's foot slid over mine, and her smile was long and knowing. I’m going to enjoy blowing your mind later, this smile said. We had both pushed our shoes off. She slipped her socks off as well, and her toes were painted a light pink. They were warm, slipping my sock off slow. The sensation of her toe along my foot tickled.

  “So where is her royal highness these days?”

  “You mean Audrey?”

  “Of course. You know any other princesses?”

  Audrey wasn’t that bad...but of course, I wasn’t about to say that to Mallory. Not now.

  “She is in South America. Ecuador, I think. No doubt being royal.”

  “Do you talk to her at all?”

  “Not really. We’ve had a few emails, but we’re basically, you know. Done.”

  “That sucks.” Her foot slid up my ankle, now. She didn't sound too bummed. “You must miss bagging her. I’m not gay, but nobody’s that straight. That must have been like fucking the Empire State Building. Right?”

  “Oh,” I laughed. “I don’t know. Let’s just say we’re about as physical right now as we ever were.”

  She looked legitimately shocked. “She never slept with you?”

  “No. I couldn’t convince her it was
worth her time. Maybe it isn’t.”

  “Pffft. Don’t talk like that. Sex is worth everyone’s time.”

  I shrugged, taking a long sip of bourbon. “I wouldn’t know.”

  The booze had gotten to me, because otherwise I never would have let on about my v-card.

  “What?” She shook her head, bright eyes sparkling. “What? No way. No. Way.” She punched me, and then punched me again. “No way! You’re a virgin?”

  “God, shout it a bit louder, huh.”

  “But you’re...you’re...” she gestured with her hands. “How is that possible? You’re cute.”

  Being told I was attractive by a woman like Mallory was an incredible ego boost. Wouldn’t you know it, though, I wasn’t savvy enough to recognize that was an easy way to flirt right back.

  All I could manage was a blush, eyes downward, and then, “Thanks.”

  “Oh my god, you’re so bashful. It all makes sense. Oh god!”

  She had rolled forward into me now, giving me a long hug. The foot that had slid over on top of my foot became her entire leg, and her thigh rested right between mine. Her skin was so warm and vibrant. I wanted to trace her ankles all the way up to her thighs.

  “God, that’s why you’ve never made a pass at me. Isn’t it?”

  “Are you...I mean, interested?”

  It was, obviously, a stupid question. But what can I say? I was a stupid virgin who knew about flirtation, attraction, and even sex largely in an abstract sense. I’d had girlfriends in the past, but like Audrey, it never manifested into anything more physical than making out. I suppose that makes me some sort of grade A loser...but I’d prioritized different things. I put my education first. When that was done, I didn’t know, really, how to get involved in any social capacity.

  “Sure!” She hugged me tighter. Her tits, so substantial and firm, pressed hard into my arm. “I mean, interested enough just for a little fuck, you know. Nothing serious. I’m not like...the way you describe Audrey sometimes? I’m nothing like that. Super-serious ‘let’s have a family and name everyone David and Bethany’ type. God, no. I’m just...you know. Sex is fun, all right? So anything we do, it’s about fun, okay? Don’t get all post-virgin crisis on me.”

  Suddenly I had entered into a negotiation about the rules of an engagement of which we, unbeknownst to me, were directly in the middle.

  “Okay.” I took another long sip of bourbon. Mallory, smiling, refilled my cup. “What if it was, just like, a handjob?”

  I was too scared to ask for more. My sexuality (or lack thereof) was a burden for me; I couldn’t imagine it being anything else for anyone else. Especially not a true beauty like Mallory.

  “You haven’t had a handjob?”

  “Not if my hand doesn’t count.”

  She giggled. One hand drew across her neck, sliding down her body slowly. She leaned forward, letting me have a fantastic view of her cleavage. Her hand moved over my crotch, massaging my bulge gently.

  “It really doesn’t. Handjobs are sort of small-time, though. At least, they are when I could just suck your cock instead.” She slid over my legs completely now and pushed them wide, falling back with her ass on her heels. Her head slid up to my crotch, and with a shy, eager smile, she let my zipper down. Her hair, long and thick, slipped over my thighs in gorgeous dark waves. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. “Would that be all right?”

  “Y-yeah. Sure. Please.”

  Once more, she giggled. “I know it would be all right, silly. God, you’re easy.”

  Soon, she had my cock—still rather soft—all the way out. Her hand ran up and down it, and she stroked me slow, licking her lips as I twitched in response.

  “I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum, okay? I just did laundry, and I don’t want it on my shirt.”

  I nodded obediently. She was in control. I didn’t mind in the least. Her mouth slid over my length, a luxurious purr emanating from her throat. Instinctively, my hands went to her hair, sliding my fingers possessively into her skull. Her dark hair was so thick, so voluminous. I wanted to fuck it almost as much as I wanted to fuck her mouth. But I kept my hips still, letting Mallory set the pace.

  And god, did she ever set the pace. Her soft mouth slid up and down my cock expertly. Her tongue pushed along the base of my shaft, goading me quickly to complete hardness. Before long, I was absolutely stiff in her mouth. She made several surprised moans as my cock grew and grew, pushing into her throat. A soft, eager laugh powered out from her throat, delighted at something that I didn’t know about. I hoped it was my taste, my length—I thought I was a decent size, at nine inches with a thickness to match, but I honestly had no idea.

  Like any virgin, I didn’t have much staying power. My precum spurted out, and I noticed some sort of shift in her rhythm. It became almost robotic, automatic. Her moans intensified, and her fingers slid down to her pussy, barely hidden in her tiny shorts. Soon, this amazing goddess of a woman was fingering her cunt as she slurped down my precum. It was too much for me. I couldn’t take it.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I let out. “Please, you don’t have to, you don’t...oh god, oh fuck...”

  She just moaned and sucked harder. A true pro at cocksucking, sliding her tongue around my shaft faster to coax me on. I thought her previous warning to let her know when I would cum was so that I would cum somewhere else. But she seemed, now, dead-set on swallowing everything I had. I couldn’t deny her.

  “Oh fuck...fuck, fuck, Mallory...oh god...I'm gonna cum...”

  I spurted down her mouth and throat for what felt like eternity. It was the most perfect moment in my young life, shooting my load down this brunette beauty’s willing, happy mouth. Slowly, regrettably, her sucking slowed, and I pulled myself away from her amazing, beautiful lips.

  She sat back, kneeling with her mouth open, breathing hard. My cum dribbled down her chin and slowly began to make its long trail down to her shirt. I leaned forward and scooped it up, stopping it—and on instinct, simply slid my finger back into her mouth. She moaned and latched her mouth around my fingers.

  Fuck, that’s sexy, I thought.

  “That was incredible,” I said slowly, my heart still beating fast.

  “That was...incredible.”

  “No, really.” I let out a long breath. “That was amazing.”

  “No, really. That was ‘mazing.”

  For the first time now, I looked at her face. Her hair had become a messy tangle from my hands sliding through them, and covered her eyes almost entirely. But, from what I could see, her previously dark brown eyes had become completely white. Not rolled up back in her head, either. It was more like they had been painted over, or filled up.

  “Mallory?”

  “Mallory.”

  She said her name, like she had said everything else since taking my cum, with deep warmth and reverence.

  “You’re...an amazing cocksucker.”

  “I’m an amazing cocksucker.”

  Wow. She was really out of it. I pushed her hair from her eyes, and she purred softly at my touch. Yeah, her eyes had completely whitened over. For whatever reason, I found the effect intensely sexual.

  “You love to suck cock.”

  Her smile broadened. “I love to suck cock.”

  “You...you love to suck my cock.”

  Honestly, I just wanted to hear her say it, and she seemed dazed enough to be repeating me without cause. I was in the moment, now, determined to seize whatever it was that was happening.

  “I love to suck your cock.”

  “You’ll suck my cock anytime I want.”

  “I’ll suck...you...”

  “You love to suck my cock.”

  “I love to suck your cock.”

  “You’ll suck my cock anytime I want.”

  “I’ll suck your cock anytime I want.”

  My heart beat fast now. I didn’t really believe what she was saying. It was some kind of strange trance, clearly. Maybe it happened every time sh
e tasted cum, I didn’t know. But I didn’t think that she believed everything she said. It was just hot to hear her say it in that warm voice of hers. I wanted to hear a woman say all sorts of things to a virgin, scholar mope like me.

  “You love me.”

  “I...lo...I...”

  “You love me.”

  “I...love...” The expression on her face began to be somewhat pained. Clearly, there were limits to this.

  Just as well. When a woman finally told me she loved me, I think I wanted it to be in a more sober state.

  I tried to think of more things—things that Audrey never said to me. That no girl had ever come right out and said to me.

  “You find me very attractive.”

  The torn expression disappeared, replaced by a pleasured smile. “I find you very attractive.”

  “You want to fuck me.”

  “I want to fuck you.”

  “You’re desperate to suck my cock.”

  “I’m desperate to suck your cock.”

  “You trust me. With anything.”

  “I trust you. With anything.”

  Then I started again from the beginning, my cock still sort of hard from all of this. I focused on the ideas of her loving to suck my cock, her trusting me, and her finding me attractive. Hearing those words from her mouth...I can’t explain it. I can’t justify it. I had never heard a woman say all that before. Now that I could have one do it on command, and that woman was one of the most beautiful I had ever seen...well. I gave in to temptation, okay? There’s no real excuse. That’s just the explanation.

  I’ll probably end up saying that quite a bit before this story is done.

  I stroked slowly, watching her beautiful, tranced face repeat the words I had provided for her. It was a power trip, believe you me, and it wasn’t long before I was totally hard again.

  But then, Mallory seemed to come back from whatever distant, happy place she went to. Her face returned to normal, and she came out of the trance looking sort of confused.