Show Me the Bling

by Cyndi Redding

  She was convulsing and screaming. Shuddering and screaming. Clenching and screaming. Basically she was climaxing so ferociously I felt like cheering, “Go, Mandy, go!”

  Or should that be “Come, Mandy, come?” Either way, she was gasping and screaming in a prolonged orgasm I hadn’t realized was possible. Dear Zeus. I hoped it wouldn’t kill her.

  “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” she cried.

  Poor thing would probably have laryngitis after this. At last, she fell with a whimper onto the pillow she had been clutching. Brandy’s eyes were as big as camera lenses, and she blinked as if her shutters were taking pictures.

  Mandy was limp and damp. I ran my hand over my favorite ass in the world, or at least in the room, and asked if she was all right. She giggled.

  In a weak rasp, she replied, “Thank you—whatever your name is,”

  I chuckled. “Why don’t you call me ‘God’? You both like to use that name with me anyway.”

  Brandy was out of shock once her friend appeared to have survived the experience. “Ha, we might call you that in bed, but not in public.”

  “Who says we’re going to be out in public together?” I quipped.

  Brandy looked hurt. “Me. Us. Aren’t we going to hang out together? What about AA?”

  “I don’t need it. I’ll be fine on my own. Besides, I’d like to get out there and see if anyone recognizes me.”

  This tart wasn’t quite getting the picture. I had planned to love ‘em and leave ‘em. I mean, I thought that’s what I usually did.

  In my flashbacks I saw myself fucking hundreds of women—at orgies, in alleys, under tables.

  Still, I wouldn’t mind making love to that minx, Mandy, again. There’s nothing like being appreciated for your talents. She had given me a loud and enthusiastic standing “O.”

  Brandy rose slowly off the bed. Her eyes flashed fire and her nostrils flared. “How dare you?” she yelled. “You used us. Now you’re just going to get dressed and go?”

  Chapter Two

  “Well, no. I was planning on staying the night. I could pleasure you both for a few more hours before I have to leave...”

  “Oh yeah?” Brandy leaned forward and jammed her hands on her hips. “I don’t think so, mister. It’s bad enough that you don’t want to associate with us after screwing us in front of each other, which we let you do out of the goodness of our hearts, but to come right out and admit it was a one night stand?” Her voice had crescendoed into a high-pitched screech.

  I propped myself on my elbow and puzzled over her curious reaction.

  “So, you’re telling me that I shouldn’t be honest about further involvement? I should make you believe I’ll be back to pleasure you whenever you like—maybe even lie and say, ‘I’ll call you’ when, clearly, I don’t know if I will or not?”

  Brandy’s face reddened and she looked like she was about to explode when Mandy intervened.

  “Brandy, relax. He doesn’t owe us anything. It’s not like we had an understanding or a commitment or anything.”

  “So you’re fine with this?” she screamed. “You don’t mind letting a PIG, fuck your brains out knowing the whole time that it’s just to get his rocks off, and then disappear?”

  “Well, we knew what was going to take place. We went into it voluntarily. And we didn’t ask for more than sex, did we?”

  “Who asks for a commitment before they screw?”

  Brandy was making absolutely no sense to me, whatsoever. Fortunately, Mandy seemed to have her head on straight.

  “Well, to be honest, Brand, lots of people do.”

  “But that never works. Men don’t stay interested unless you give ‘em a little somethin’ somethin’. Now, he’s gone and made us into sluts!”

  Mandy shook her head. It was useless to argue, so I reluctantly hauled my contented body out of bed and picked up my clothes. Mandy did the same. Brandy stormed off letting Mandy and I get dressed.

  We stole a glance at each other while wiping up with some Kleenex from the nightstand, and Mandy said, “I’m sorry about that. She and I have never done this before. I guess we should have talked about it first.”

  “It’s not your fault. You were great. You shouldn’t apologize.”

  We struggled into our tight jeans with semi-sticky legs. After she pulled up her zipper, she asked, “So, do you know who you are, yet? Where you live and stuff?”

  “No. I keep having these flashbacks, but nothing helpful. I mean, they’re very erotic images, and that’s cool, but I still don’t have any idea what my name is or where I might be staying around here?”

  “He’s lying,” Brandy yelled from another room. “He knows exactly who he is. He’s a pig who pretends to have amnesia so he can get girls to feel sorry for him and take him home. Then he fucks them two at a time! I can’t believe I put on a sex show for my best friend! At least, you were my friend, Mandy.”

  “Brandy, don’t do this. He screwed us like that because we wanted him to!”

  Fortunately I heard the shower start running and we could talk without being overheard.

  “I should probably get out of here. You can do what you want, but I’d advise you to leave too. I’ll bet that girl could scratch your eyes out just for telling the truth and making sense.”

  “I think you’re right.” To my sorrow Mandy put on her glittery T-shirt covering her beautiful bust.

  As we left the apartment, I let her step in front of me and followed her down the narrow hallway to the elevator. Hubba, hubba. Her little tush swayed back and forth and my mouth began to water, again. Was Brandy right? Am I a pig? I hope not, because if I am, I think I enjoy being that way. Still, Mandy didn’t appear to have a problem with it.

  “So, do you have plans?” I found myself asking her. “Anywhere you have to be tonight?”

  “Not really. I was just figuring on going home and getting some sleep. I have to work tomorrow.”

  “Not until tomorrow? Well, that’s good. There’s plenty of time if you want to...um, hang out some more?”

  She smiled at me. It wasn’t the usual polite smile. It denoted a deep understanding of exactly what I meant and delight in my asking. We exited to the street and her blue eyes sparkled and glowed in the light of the gas lamps lining the sidewalk.

  “I could...”

  “Great!” I shoved her up against the brick building, thrust my anxious hands over her tits and kissed her hard. She retuned the kiss, but only for a moment before she pushed me away.

  “I—I think we need a couple of ground rules, first,” she said looking nervous.

  “Like what?” I held my breath and prayed she didn’t want to turn into a nice girl, all of a sudden.

  “I have kind of an issue with you. First, I want you to know that I just had the best sex of my life.”

  I nodded. “Okay, that doesn’t sound so bad.” What the hell? Were all women impossible to please?

  “It’s just that...” She slipped her arms around my neck and pulled herself close. Her nipples were brushing against my chest, and I caught my breath. “It’s just that the twosome with my best friend was an experiment. I liked it, and could handle it—once. I figured we would have one wild night for our memoirs in our old age. But, I can’t get into the idea of sex in front of other people on a regular basis.”

  “Oh, sure. I understand. But don’t you find that a little exhilarating? The idea of someone watching you fuck, er, make love?”

  She smiled and looked at the sidewalk. “Sort of, but I was embarrassed too.”

  “You didn’t seem to mind watching as I gave your friend her satisfaction.”

  She rubbed my biceps as she talked. Her expression was serious, but neutral. Maybe she’s a research scientist or something?

  “No, I didn’t. I was curious. I’m glad she went first, though. I was a little nervous about your size. I enjoyed watching, and she was completely okay with having me watch. At least I thought so at the time.”

  Oh shit. I
was hard as a rock again.

  “I like to know what to expect,” she continued. “I think all women do. Maybe that’s why Brandy got so mad because she expected the wrong thing.”

  “I love how honest you are, and I’m going to be completely honest with you, angel.” I cozied up to her ear and whispered, “That was the best sex of my life too.”

  She grinned, and as she was kissing me I congratulated myself for lying so successfully. How did I know if that was the best sex I had ever had? Don’t get me wrong, it was absolutely fantastic. I loved it. But, if I went by what I knew for sure about my life, I’d have to say it was the only sex I’d ever had. Who could tell what I was remembering? Maybe I was just watching reruns of 3-D sex shows in my brain. But it felt so real.

  When I thought about it, I had to admit that some of those flashbacks were pretty strange. People in togas wearing olive wreath crowns around their heads? It must have been a costume party. Some party, though! I had two or three lovely ladies all over me at once, biting me, licking me, fucking me senseless!

  Mandy’s pink complexion was growing pinker, and she gazed up into my eyes. “Would you like to come home with me? We could have a nice time—just the two of us. Don’t you think?”

  Think? With all the blood rushing out of my brain?

  “Of course we could. You do mean ‘have sex’ don’t you?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Thanks, I’d love to.”

  * * *

  Mandy’s place was nice. She lived in the Garden District in one of those grand homes with white columns. Of course, she lived in an apartment on the third floor over a nosy landlady, and there was no elevator. We had spent most of the trolley ride making out in the back, so we practically floated up the stairs. That girl could kiss. Maybe she couldn’t put my cock in her mouth yet, but I’d be patient and teach her how. Soon, she’d be sliding her full lips up and down my shaft like a sex machine.

  Mandy and I undressed each other. We had stopped in her kitchen to get a drink. We only had fruit juice, I swear. No alcohol. I meant what I had said about giving up booze for the forty days of lent.

  I unzipped and yanked down her jeans while she was reaching into the cabinet for glasses. I had to work the jeans over her rhinestone anklet so it didn’t get caught and break. She seemed to think it was special, and I wondered who had given it to her.

  She giggled, slapped the glasses on the counter, and whirled around. First she liberated me of my button-less shirt, and while she was sucking my nipple, she unzipped my jeans and worked them down to my knees. I bent over to finish taking them off and as I stood up I grabbed her T-shirt and whipped it off over her head.

  Then I shoved her up against the fridge and cupped her ass as I kissed her senseless. Those little magnet things were falling off the fridge and all over the floor. My fingers wandered into her thong and pulled the fabric aside while I fingered her already wet pussy. We weren’t even horizontal yet, and we were already rounding third base.

  She grabbed my cock and used her magic hand to make the brave soldier stand at attention, ramrod straight. Oh, dear Zeus, I couldn’t wait to ram my rod right into her anxious, hot, tight, little cunt.

  I broke the kiss to suck her lush, succulent breasts while I worked the thong down until she pulled one high-heeled sandal out of it. Oh, man. She was quivering and moaning already. I had to bury my cock in her, soon!

  I grabbed her soft, round bottom, lifted her and pressed her ass against the refrigerator door, and without protest, she wrapped her legs around me. Her cunt was facing me, open and inviting me in. This time I wasn’t quite as gentle. My cock found her hole like it was a North Pole magnet and there was a South Pole magnet behind her on the refrigerator door, saying, ‘Take me. Take me now!’ We were pulled together with what could only be called magnetic force.

  She gasped as I plunged then let her breath out on a sigh.

  “Are you all right, my sweet?”

  “Oh, yes. Do me,” she said.

  “I want to hear you say it right.”

  She opened her eyes and looked at me in obvious bewilderment. “What?”

  “As long as I understand exactly what you want, Mandy. Do you want me to fuck you?”

  I pulled out slowly and sunk back in even more slowly. “I want to hear you say, ‘Fuck me. Fuck me, darling, fuck me.’”

  She moaned as I slid in to the hilt. Then she leaned back and closed her eyes, squinting hard. “Dear, God. Fuck, do it! Please!”

  “All right, yes. I certainly will.”

  I took her with long slow strokes until she was continuously moaning and groaning with sexual pleasure continuously. Then I upped the speed and power of my thrusts; hitting her clit harder each time. When I sensed she was close, I really went for broke. Soon she was vibrating in my arms and screaming out my great, new nickname.

  “Oh, God! Dear God! Oh, Oh, Ohhhh...” Her body shook hard, and it was all I could do to keep her from knocking me off balance. Then I came with great jerks and spurts. At least I finished before we both fell on the hard, linoleum floor.

  When I stopped laughing, I asked. “Thirsty now?”

  She looked through heavily lidded eyes with fires still smoldering. “More than ever. You got anything left for me to drink?”

  * * *

  I woke up the next day underneath Mandy’s red, satin sheet and had a hard time finding my way out. I smiled as I remembered why I was upside down and under the covers. That girl was full of surprises. As it turned out, I didn’t need to teach her a thing.

  I heard the shower running and remembered that she had to work. Bummer. Then I wondered if I had a job somewhere and if I was AWOL. Had anyone missed me yet? What did I do for a living? Salesman? I was able to sell Mandy on just about anything I wanted to do.

  Work was something I had to look into, but I wasn’t all that anxious to find any. I was enjoying myself. If I found out I had responsibilities—especially if they were pure drudgery—well, I just wouldn’t think about that yet. But if my memory didn’t return, I would have to get a job. I didn’t want to mooch off of people for too long.

  Ah, the shower stopped. Should I walk in and surprise her? As I was getting to my feet, I realized that I could easily wear out my welcome, if not my hostess. Besides, it was really time to hit the road. We had a good time, but I needed to show my face around town and see if anyone recognized it. I’d hit that balcony in the French Quarter, but late at night, after the parties started.

  Mandy popped her towel-wrapped head into the bedroom. In a long, pink cotton robe, with rhinestones around the collar and cuffs, and a freshly washed face with no makeup, she looked even more innocent. But I knew better, now.

  “Oh, you’re up. I’ll throw together some breakfast. You must be starving.”

  I grinned and said, “Yeah. I worked up quite an appetite last night. Have you got a side of beef or a roast pig on hand?”

  She giggled in that cute way she had, and said, “I’ll find something,” and disappeared. I assumed to the kitchen. I went to the bathroom to wash up and dress. Hmmm. My clothes were beginning to smell a bit ripe. I needed to wash them, but without a laundry, I improvised. I climbed into the bathtub with my jeans and jockey shorts and washed everything in strawberry scented soap. My shirt buttons were gone, so I tossed the shirt in the trash and bathed my armpits. Then I drained the tub and rinsed off in the shower. Getting into wet clothes isn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

  I rung my clothes out, but still left little puddles trailing behind me on the wood floor as I made my way to the to the kitchen. I’d have to dry outdoors in the sun.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I said. Mandy was taking corn bread out of the oven. It smelled delicious and my mouth watered like I hadn’t eaten for days. In actuality, I hadn’t eaten anything since a donut at the AA meeting. Hmmm. Free food. Maybe I could go to another meeting or two.

  “I don’t usually eat at home, but I had this in the fridge. I hope it�
�s enough.” There was butter, cream cheese, jelly and peanut butter on the table. I piled a bit of everything on a couple of generous slices of bread and crammed big bites into my mouth before they crumbled.

  Her azure eyes grew wide in amusement, but she didn’t try to teach me manners. I appreciated her easy-going style. Mandy embodied the meaning of Big Easy.

  “So, what are you going to do today?” she asked.

  “Dunno.” That was all I could mumble around the mouthful of peanut butter, cream cheese and chunks of cornbread.

  “I have a few dollars you can have.”

  I held up my hand and shook my head. She ignored my silent protest and stuffed some one-dollar bills into my pocket. The contact of her fingers through the wet fabric on my thigh sent an electrical signal to my cock, and it poked its head up hopefully. Then she pulled her hand out and found a few quarters to toss on the table.

  “You’ll need money for the trolley.” She had an uncertain expression on her face and gentled her voice. “Both ways, if you want to come back.”

  Come back? I hadn’t even thought about coming back. Wasn’t it time to say ‘goodbye’ and move on? I took some extra time to think about that while I chewed.

  She shrugged. “I mean, you don’t have to or anything. I just thought, you know, if you don’t have any luck finding out who you are and still don’t have a place to stay...”

  I finally swallowed and nodded. “Thanks. That’s nice of you. I’ll, uh, see what happens.”

  She smiled, nodded and looked at her plate. She had buttered her cornbread and added some jelly to it as she spoke. “It was great. Last night, I mean.”

  “Yeah. It was for me too.” I had the feeling I was supposed to follow up with something like a promise to call or a plan to get together again. I used a diversion.

  “So, where do you work, Mandy?”

  “At the culinary school in the Warehouse District. It’s a nice place. People treat me well, and I eat for free. I get out by four-thirty, usually.”

  “Sounds good.”