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Las Vegas Fantasies - 2
"Who was she?" "Just a woman I met at the library." An honest answer. "JUST a woman??? She was hot!" I just smiled - REAL WIDE. That's me: Mr. Enigmatic. "So did you … uh…" He made a fist and pumped it forward and back. "A gentleman would never tell." Obvious code for: "No we didn't fuck." "Gentleman? What's that got to do with YOU, you geek?" This from the guy who lived across the hall. Perhaps the only person on campus geekier than I. I was on the math team; he was the math team captain. Plus he used white tape on the bridge of his glasses to keep them together "But… where did you spend the night?" My roommate knew I hadn't come back, and didn't have family in town. "We went to her place." I was Mr. Nonchalant. "She's got a great big comfy bed." Leave out the details that I slept on the couch after babysitting her 6-year old while Crys worked. "Yeah.. her bed.. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" They knew me too well. I didn't talk to girls, let alone capital H Hot capital W Women. "You were probably at the computer lab all night." "You'll see." I was trying to be confidently mysterious. I was still a virgin and likely to remain so. Crys had made it very clear that there was (sigh) capital N No capital C Chance. I hauled the laundry back to my room. The phone rang, and my roommate grabbed it… it was always for him. He listened, then held the phone out for me, astonished. "It's a girl. Crystal." I tried to act like I was expecting it. The two guys at the door began a "woof woof", fist-pumping chant. I scowled at them and tried to put a smile in my voice. Inside I was sure she was calling to tell me not to bother. I expected the worst, and was figuring out how to hide the news from the other guys present. "Hi Crys." "Hi James. Listen, can I pick you up about an hour earlier? Tess is at an art day camp and the only way I can do everything on time is to get you before picking her up." A reprieve! "Oh sure! What ever works for you. An hour earlier is fine." I was playing to the guys: my Hot Woman needed me early. They went for it… the "woof woof" turned into a howl. She heard it. "The guys giving you some grief?" "No," I lied, "not really." "OK. Well, I'll be there about 5, then." She signed off: I heard the phone line click. "Sure thing babe," I said into the dead line, and then quickly hung up before the 'off-hook' beeping could begin.
We sparred for the next few minutes. I kept expecting the beat up Chevette to show up. One of my pals from the math team showed up, and we shot the shit for a couple of minutes. The conversation turned to which programming language was better for engineering applications that had to be deployed online. It was a natural "casual" topic in geek-land. My roommate guzzled down a Coke. I was waiting for the Chevette. Instead a CORvette came around the corner. White. T-top. The door opened and Crys got out and walked over to where I was standing. I stared, mouth hanging open, penis hard. For some reason I started looking from the bottom up. She was wearing a pair of woven cloth, high heel sandals. Then there was curvy, tanned legs - followed by more legs. Then a pair of minishorts that might have been painted on. They were a pale, pale blue. The shorts waggled back and forth when she walked: they'd tilt right, then left. It was difficult for me to take my eyes off them. More than difficult it was hard. Really, it was hard - if you know what I mean. Above the belt line of the shorts was a strip of abdomen. Then came the belly button with some sort of sparkly pierced jewelry winking in the late afternoon sun. Then there was a tight-fitting shirt in the same pale, pale blue. I just knew that the light blue would make her dark blue-grey eyes even more striking. And if I thought her hips moved when she walked, her breasts redefined "just right." The clingy jersey of the shirt showed every bump surrounding the prominent nipples. "The Nipples" I thought. Not "her nipples". "The" -- an impersonal pronoun. I looked at them forgetting for the moment that they were attached to a person. Above that was a scoop neckline displaying plenty of tanned cleavage, her slim neck and then her face. Eyes hidden behind sunglasses, but she had turned on the megawatt smile that would make her eyes crinkle. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that was fitted thru the back of the ball cap on her head. I'm sure that across the campus, people who could not even see were turning their heads, attracted by the collective gasp that came from every male within range. It was as if there were a huge arrow in the sky pointing at her with the word "unattainable perfection" in sky writing. She walked straight up to me. And wrapped her arm around mine. HOLY SHIT! I could feel her left boob pressing against my right bicep. There wasn't enough blood pumping to my big head to enable me form words; it had all gone to the little head. Tonight was going to be THE night. HONK HONK "Hey man, isn't that her?" from Mark, my roommate. "uh.. huh? Oh yeah." I blinked into the late afternoon glare at the beat-up Chevette. Today the blonde driver didn't get out. But she did wave! "See ya tomorrow … If I'm lucky again." I smirked. I ran around to the passenger side, a gym bag swinging from my hand. This time I had my own towel, and a change of clothes. At least I'd be able to get naked in the same place she had been naked, even if it was just the shower. "Hi Crys." "Hi James. You look better today. Clean shirt?" She laughed at me, but with The Smile, I didn't mind. She had on the same baggy sweatshirt and jeans she'd worn in the library. My brain was getting whiplash from the fantasy vs reality. But damn! She was just too close to my ultimate fantasy. Hell, she was anybody's fantasy. "Where's the midget?" I asked, nodding at the empty car seat in back. "Art day camp. We're gonna pick her up now." Fifteen minutes later, I was standing by the side of the car when Crys came out of the ArtKids building with Tess in tow. I'd picked up a Dr Pepper from the vending machine and nearly wound up wearing it when Terrible Tess barreled into me. "LookLookJames! I made one of you too." She held out a piece of tan construction paper covered with a crayon drawing. "See? Here's you. And the pizza. And Mr. Bear. And we are watching Raffi Tapes. And here's the clock where you let me stay up until eleven-da-clock. And there's me." I rebalanced the soda can and bent down. "Oh this is very good, Tess. Except I don't think it was 11 o'clock, was it? We better tell Mom the truth, or there could be trouble." "Well.. It was ALMOST eleven-da-clock. Nine is pretty close to eleven. And you said maybe I could stay up longer. Remember?" I hustled her into the carseat and was buckling her up - under the watchful eye of the parental unit. "No, I don't remember that part. I do remember saying if you got your Mom's permission…" "Mawwwwwmeee! Can I pleeeeeeese? Can I ? Stay up till eleven-da-clock?" Crys was laughing, shaking her head. "No. No way. You are 6 years old." "Gonna be seven in just 9 months!" was the interruption. "Ok.. almost seven then," she conceded with a laugh. "But 9 o'clock is your limit. On NON-school nights. 8 is IT on school nights." "But Mawwwwwmeee! James said that …" She was relentless. "James will do what I tell him to do, right? And you will too, otherwise he can't stay." Parents seem to know instinctively how to push the ultimate-threat button when it's time. Crys turned to me as she began driving. "Tonight is tuna noodle casserole with peas and carrots. Is that OK?" "Sure," I said, "whatever." Apparantly the Art Camp had served up cookies and Kool Aid in the late afternoon. "Sugar with sugar," was Crys's derisive comment when she heard that. The drive was noisy, but we were home soon. I was beginning to think of it as 'home.' Not my home, but… I did a quick shake of my brain and stopped that fantasy dead in its tracks. Dinner was fine. I noticed that there was just enough food for three. I was still hungry, and I thought about what living on "just enough" might mean for Tess and Crystal. My gaze rolled over the living room: no stereo, no cd player, no dvd player, Tess's videos I knew came from the library. The $100 that Crys had given me for staying with Tess last night was eating at me, but I knew if I refused to take the money, Crys would be uncomfortable. I'd have to think about my options. I was a certified genius with a 195 IQ - I'm sure I could figure out something. For almost the first time I was with Crys, my cock was not hard.
Crys came out a few minutes later: "I'm gonna be late if I don't scoot! See ya tomorrow." She kissed Tess on the head. "Be good for James, 'K? Remember: 9 o'clock and not one minute after." And she was gone. Saturday night is not a great night for kids TV, so we watched a crazy song tape and had some fun with it. Soon enough, it was time for her to be in bed. I was tucking her in when she reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. "I hope you can stay for a long time," she said, "even if I have to go to bed at 9." Gee this is uncomfortable, I thought. I want to screw the hell out of your mother, not raise a kid. What I said was: "That would be nice." I think she was asleep before I closed her door. There I was, feeling all conflicted. So I went to the fridge, grabbed a beer and ordered a pizza to be delivered. What else? One portion of mac & cheese wasn't going to be enough. 45 minutes until the pizza is delivered. It's a bitch to get pizza on Saturday nite. TV sucked. I walked into Crys's bedroom. Closet over there. Clock radio next by the bed. I put down the beer and opened the drawer in the bedside end table. This was a horny, virgin teenaged boy's fantasy drawer. Several dispenser packs of birth control pills. A vibrating, blue-gel dildo thing with a little bunny-shaped clit-tickler. JEEZUS! I goggled at it. If she uses this, how will I ever measure up? Who the fuck am I kidding? There is capital N No capital C Chance, remember? She ruled that out several times already. A tube of lube: Astro Glide. I'll bet it would send you into orbit. A long, really skinny dildo - funny shaped, like a sperm, sorta: a larger head, long skinny tail and a fatter handle. I couldn't figure out where you'd use it, at first. HEY! I'm a genius at math and shit, not sex toys. When I realized where it was designed to go, my ass clenched involuntarily. Under the toys were three books, each with a locking mechanism. Diaries, obviously -- and no, I didn't snoop. Instead I picked up the vibrator. Held it in my hand. Smelled it. It smelled like vinyl rubber. It was warm. There were 5 graduated settings on the base, where the battery went. The lowest setting hummed in my hand, and it kinda pulsed in a rippling sort of way. The highest setting vibrated and pulsed so fucking much I could hardly hold on to it. I left it at a middle setting, and held on with both hands. I could see her, spread on the bed. Beautiful long legs making a V at her crotch. She picks up the blue gel cock toy, smears some Astro Glide all over it and touches the blue head to her pussy. She's got blonde cunt hair, of course. Her lips open and the gel begins to warm up. Low setting to start. She rubs it up and down her pink slit, parting the lips. She's dry at first and the lube is very slippery. I stared at the vibrating dildo in my hands. This lucky thing gets to fuck My Crystal's pussy. She begins to push it in. It is impossibly large and she moans as it fills her. As she pushes it in, she rotates it so the bunny-ears surround her clitty. MEDIUM now. Crys throws her head back, and her hips buck up off the bed. "Yes, James.. OhMyGod, YESSSSSSSSS.. James I want you. You are so much better than this toy. I can't wait until Friday, James, I need you now." I sit down on the edge of the bed, looking at where she would lay. My hardon tents my shorts and as I sit, it touches the base of the vibrating dildo. The vibrations send a jolt of sudden, unwanted sensation thru my prick, and I jerk upright. The dildo flies out of my hands and makes a loud buzzing noise on the hardwood floor as it jitter-bugs erratically. The fucking thing eludes me as I make a dive for it, and it winds up skittering under the bed. Great, just fucking great. It'll get stuck under there, and Crys will find me sprawled on her bedroom floor groping for her vibrator. She'll hate me forever. I'll probably never see her again. I stretched, pushed ineffectually with my feet on the slippery floor, but eventually grabbed the damn thing, turned it off , and stuck it back in the drawer. Then I jerked it back out of the drawer and took it to the bathroom. I washed it off in warm water and THEN put it back into the drawer. I oughta use soap. But what if that fucks up the vinyl or the gel? SHITSHITSHIT! I'll just hope that it's clean enough. God I hated the idea that she'd be using some dirty dildo in her perfect pussy. I put it back in the drawer. There was one more thing in the drawer: a 9mm Glock, with some sort of complicated-looking trigger lock. The thing looked like one of those Chinese puzzle blocks, and I sure as hell was not going to play with THAT. Miserable at the thought of what I'd done to the dildo, and where it would be going next, I straightened out the bed, and the rug, picked up my beer and went back to the couch. After 30 minutes, I still had no idea what to do. I stared at the phone, then picked it up and called the only female I knew. She was a real cute girl on the diving team. I'd met her while I was doing laps, and she was taking these death-defying dives off the 10 meter platform. I looked at the clock 11:45. Not too late. Maybe she was out? Then what would I do? "Hello?" she sounded sleepy. "Uh.. Hello? June?DidIwakeyouup?I'msorry.ListenIhaveaquestion…" "Wait a minute! SLOW DOWN. Who the fuck is this anyhow?" "Oh.. I'm sorry again. It's Jimmy Starzck. You know? From the pool?" My palms were sweaty again. This was going to be SO fucking embarrassing. But I had to. "Yeah. I know. Jimmy? What are you calling for? The team is leaving on a trip tomorrow morning and I have to get to sleep" "Ok. Right. Just a quick question. It's kinda weird but… um… If you dropped a.. well, you know … a dildo on the floor? What would you wash it with before you.. err.. you know, I mean… used it again?" "Is this some kind of joke?" she didn't sound real happy at this point. I tried to put some sincerity in my voice. I had no fucking idea what sincerity might sound like, but I tried anyhow. "No. Not a joke. Really. I have to know. Just don't ask me why. I'll owe you one. I mean.. What would you use to wash a dildo if it fell on the floor? You're the only person I know who might know. I don't mean that you use one, of course… Well I don't mean that you don't use one, either. Well.. you could if you wanted to, but…. "Oh shit! Just tell me what to do, OK?" She laugned. "Listen. Jimmy. Stop babbling! Just wash it in mild soap - like dishwashing soap, or hand soap. And then rinse it REAL GOOD. Dry it carefully." She paused. "What do you do to wash YOUR ..er.. equipment? You know ... your cock! Wash this the same way OK? Do that. - Now can I go back to sleep?" "YES. Great. I understand. June you're super. Thanks. Anything you want… just let me know." I was still talking when the line clicked and went dead.
It was not a restful sleep. The door clicked open and I jerked awake, but only opened my eyes. I saw Crys enter the living room, and by the light of the light still on outside, I could see she was wearing a windbreaker over the clothes she'd left with. She turned to lock the door and I saw thru slitted eyes that it read: "COEDS." I almost gasped. Coeds was a club, all right. It was a strip and lap-dance club about a block off the main Las Vegas Strip. I'd never been there, but if Crys worked there, it meant she… Christ, I didn't know what it meant. But it did make me pop an instant hardon. She locked the door, adjusted the blanket over my legs and tip-toed into her bedroom. I heard the door click and the water running in the bathroom. My hand slipped inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. A quick squeeze and I was oozing precum already. Crys did lap dances. I could go there and she'd … no that won't work. When she's working, I'm at her apartment. OK. So when I have a hardon, maybe I'm not a genius. It was quiet in the small apartment. I could imagine her taking off her clothes: the soft cotton sliding up over her breasts, faded denim sliding down over long, tan legs. Did she have a nightgown? No, she was wearing a man's shirt yesterday morning. So maybe she wore that, or slept nude and… My mind was interrupted by a soft, quiet buzzing sound. FUCK! She was using that vibrator with the bunny-clit tingler thing. I pushed my pants down and began to stroke myself. Listening to the bzzzzzzzzzzzzz, it took about two strokes and my underwear was flooded with gism. What a mess. I got up, kicked out of my jeans, and walked toward the bathroom to clean up. I had to pass by Crystal's door and there I froze. I could hear her moaning and the creak of the bed. Either she's pounding that thing into her, or she's humping her ass off the bed. I was hard again. My hand on my cock was slick with my own cum and I began to stroke it slowly as I leaned my back against the wall, staring at Her Door. Her voice was a little higher pitched then, sort of a "mmMMMMMMM?" just repeated over and over. I could almost see thru the wall: she'd push it in, vibrating and pulsing, and her moan would be soft. Then she'd get a little louder when it started to fill her up. And then she'd start to hump when the vibrating rabbit ears found her clit in the tangle of her blonde pubic hair. The buzz from the vibrator varied in intensity, too, and at first I thought she would be fiddling with the speed control - then I got it. It was getting quieter when she pushed it inside. The sound would get translated into vibrations that would be tingling her pussy. I had never seen a pussy, let alone one that was tingling, but I knew all the anatomy. I could read books, and there was always the internet and magazines. Would she push it so deep it vibrated against her cervix? How far would that be, anyhow? I remembered the size of the vibrator, recalled it jumping around in my hands. Her voice changed, and the vibrator was at it's softest emitted noise level continually now. (Am I a geek or not? Part of my brain was trying to figure out the decibel levels and the noise damping effect of pussy!) It would be in her pussy permanently. The rabbit's ears, on each side of her clit, would be sending vibrations thru her hot little clit. I could hear her panting, almost gasping for breath. My hand inside my shorts was pumping in time with her gasps. "Eeeeeeeeee" It was a high-pitched squeal, strangled in her throat as she was trying to be silent. My cock jerked. One…two…three…four hard pulses of cum. I leaned heavily, my ass against the wall, bent at the waist as the orgasm overtook me. I was trying to catch my breath silently. Now I was really a mess. Then I heard the vibrator again. It was buzzing at a higher frequency. She'd moved it up to a faster setting, and it was noisier, too. Out side her pussy. Maybe she needed a break. According to what I'd read, girls' - cross that out - make it Women's clits got ultra-sensitive after they came. Like my cockhead I guess. So she was using the higher-speed vibrator but probably not using the bunny-ear clit-tickler part. Also she wasn't stopping. I looked down at my FTL's. FTL, I thought with a mental laugh. That's me all right! Faster Than Light - two strokes and I'm done. Supposed to be Fruit of the Loom. I hobbled back, snatched the clean pair from my gym bag and tip-toed into the bathroom. The door to her bedroom was open a little, and the fucking vibrator was even louder! I was so hard I couldn't believe it. Maybe if I peeked thru the 2-inch opening, I could see… Great idea, Einstein! All you need is for her to catch you with a load of cum in your shorts, your hand on your dick, and her splayed out using a vibrator. Not only would she throw me out, she'd fuckin-A throw me out and maybe call the police, too! I leaned against the wall, listening. The sounds from the next room were changing: Crys was moaning softly now, and the vibrator was buzzing at a higher pitch. I closed my eyes. She was on her back, I was sure. Maybe the vibe was buzzing on her hard little nipples. She liked it, whatever it was. "Mmmm" … I slid my hand into my cummy underwear and ran my thumb over the head of my dick. She walked into the bathroom and slid slowly to the floor, pulling my briefs down. Her tongue was on the head of my dick. She licked slowly up and down my shaft. There was just enough light for me to see her eyes. She looked up at me from her knees. "Mmmmm…" Her mouth sucked my cockhead in and she nibbled lightly on the sensitive crown. Then suddenly she pushed her lips down the shaft, her tongue lashing against me all the way. Her nose nuzzled into my pubes and my cock slid into her throat. She never even gagged a little bit, but she began to hum. "Mmmmmmm…" I began to pulse as cum boiled up my dick again. Then a change: I heard her moving on the bed and I panicked. I was shooting again in my shorts; my hand was a blur as I struggled for balance against the cool tile wall. God if she was coming to the bathroom, she'd find me. I was prepared to run for it. But she was just rolling over in the bed. The last of my orgasm oozed out covering my hand yet again. The buzzing was getting quieter again - She was putting it back in. I heard her breathing become ragged as she panted in time with the thrusting of the vibe. I thought she was getting close again. And I was too fucking close to getting caught. I tiptoed over to the door, turned the knob so there wouldn't be any noise when I closed it and pulled the door shut softly. Just one problem with my grand plan. The fucking door hinge squeeked - just a small squeek. But when it's 4 am, and the only other sound is a vibrator on high, even a tiny door squeek sounds very loud indeed. Now what? Not much to do. I closed the door, released the knob, and turned on the water in the sink a little bit. I did need to wash up, ya know? With the squeek, the vibrator stopped almost instantly. So did the low, quiet sounds from Crys - it had sounded like happy humming to me. She must be so embarrassed. I was mortified. Obviously she'd know that I was listening. The only sound now was the water. I rinsed off, dried myself on a clean spot on my cummy-briefs, and slipped on my clean ones. I turned off the water and waited a second. Then I flushed the toilet - camouflage, I guess I was thinking - and went quickly back to the makeshift bed on the couch. I slithered under the blanket, jeans still on the floor, and tried to go back to sleep. I was still hard. Visions of the Woman I thought of as my Blonde Goddess writhing on the bed in the throes of orgasm filled my brain. It was a long, long time before I fell asleep.
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