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   A Bloody Hard Week

   by

   Guy Nickologist





























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   About the author

   Guy Nickologist is the pen name of an amateur writer living in the
United States.  By using a nom de plume he's more free to write about
anything he wants without concern of criticism from friends, family, or
employers.

   The themes and situations depicted in his works in no way reflects his
attitudes towards actual flesh and blood human beings and he poses no
danger to society.

   Guy Nickologist welcomes feedback at obgyn@tormail.net.

   He has posted many stories under other email addresses including
ceres39@gmail.com and menstrualclinic@aim.com.  Both email addresses remain
active.

   Guy's home on the web is /~Guy_Nickologist/

   A Bloody Hard Week

   Brad closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.  He opened his
eyes and through the blur saw the clock.  It was 4:38 PM.

   "Fuck!" he thought.

   He stared at his phone.  He reached for the receiver, but then pulled
his hand back as if the phone was red hot.  He needed to call Laura and
postpone their date.  But he decided he didn't want to do that.  It would
be their second date and he didn't want to send her the wrong message. 
Their first date last weekend was great and he really liked her.

   It had been the week from hell.  Brad hadn't left before 7:30 PM on all
week and yesterday, Thursday, there was another huge layoff.  He survived,
but wondered if he was really a survivor.  On Thursday afternoon, the GM
told everyone that the workload hadn't been reduced, just the head count,
and he expected everyone to pitch in and do their part.  This was met by
groans, but what were they to do?

   He was supposed to be at Laura's house at 6:45.  The phone hadn't
stopped ringing all day and he could easily be at work until 10 PM.

   "Fuck it!  I'll come in tomorrow need be.", Brad said to no one in
particular.  He couldn't get Laura out of his head.  Her black hair, green
eyes, long legs.  Hell, her nice breasts and gorgeous smile too.  His
career didn't seem as important as being with Laura.

   The ringing phone startled him.  It was his project manager changing the
specs again.  The customer was running them through every hoop they could
find.  Brad didn't leave the office until a little ahead of 6.  He raced
home, running a couple of red lights, to get home to change and get over to
Laura's.  He was ten minutes late.

   Laura smiled when she saw Brad.  She was wearing a muted pink skirt with
a white blouse with a yellow floral pattern.  She looked like shit.  She
actually looked how Brad felt.  She hugged him and invited him in.

   "I'm so sorry I'm late."

   She shrugged.  "Oh, it's fine.  What's the rush anyway?"

   The two went into her living room.  She had soft music playing, but
turned it off with a small remote control sitting on her coffee table. 
Brad sat down.  Laura reclined onto the couch and rested her feet in Brad's
lap.  Brad instinctively started rubbing them.

   "How was your day?"

   Brad told her about not just his day, but his entire week.  While he was
talking, Laura pulled her right foot away to scratch at her heel.  In doing
so Brad could see her panties.  And something else.

   Brad reciprocated the question.

   "Same where I work.  Everyone is afraid of losing their job, so there's
a lot of stress." She paused.  "I almost called you asking if we could
postpone our date.  But I didn't want you to think I wasn't interested in
you, because I am." She smiled.  She rubbed her forehead and said, "I'm
sorry, I'm not usually like this.  I got my period and I'm an emotional
mess."

   "Yeah, I see."

   Laura saw Brad's eyes looking up her skirt.

   "Oh God, am I leaking?"

   "No.  No, um."

   "What?" She pulled her leg down and felt for wetness under her skirt.

   "I could see your...  wings.", referring to the tabs of her maxi pad
that wrapped around the outside of her panties.

   She smirked.  "You know those when you see them?"

   Brad shrugged.  "I don't live under a rock." Brad was so exhausted he
really didn't care what he was saying.

   Laura put both feet back in Brad's lap and asked him to continue rubbing
her feet.  Brad felt very self-conscious.  Laura wasn't saying anything. 
After what seemed like an eternity to Brad she spoke.

   "Would you be opposed to ordering take-out and just hanging out here
tonight?  I'm really not in the mood to go out."

   "That's fine with me.  Want me to go pick up something?"

   "I'm not all that hungry."

   Brad continued rubbing her feet.

   "I don't want to scare you off.  I'm not usually like this.  This period
is just really bad for some reason.  I think it's the stress at work."

   "You're fine."

   "No, I'm not.  I'm not any fun to be around."

   "I enjoy just being with you.  We don't have to go out."

   "You're a sweet man." Laura pulled her feet away, sat up, hugged Brad
and kissed him.  Their first kiss.  "Can you try rubbing my back?  I don't
think it's going to help, but I'm desperate."

   "Okay."

   After some awkward motions, Brad finally stood up and let Laura sprawl
out on the couch.  She was taller than most women and took up the length of
the couch.  Brad sat at the end and rubbed her back though her blouse.

   "Lower."

   Brad moved her hands lower and was rubbing through her skirt, afraid of
making contact with her ass.  Not that he feared her ass, but he didn't
want to upset her.

   "Can you unzip me?"

   Brad saw the zipper on the back of her skirt.  He unzipped it and ran
his hands under.  It was an awkward angle.

   "Your hands are so warm."

   "I'm sorry."

   "No, you're like a heating pad." She paused.  "Can you put your hands
under my panties and rub hard?  That's where it hurts."

   Brad did as instructed.  His body was now off the couch and was kneeling
next to her putting as much force into her back as he thought he could
without hurting her.

   "Is that helping?"

   "No, but it feels good."

   "Is there anything else I can do?"

   "No, the pain is just too deep." She opened her eyes and saw how Brad
was kneeling and his awkward angle.  "Oh, you can stop." He did and Laura
sat up.  She patted the couch inviting Brad to sit next to her.  He held
her.  She kept shifting around.  She finally stood up and let her skirt
drop to the ground and snuggled back up to Brad.  "I'm sorry, I was all
twisted up and my skirt was too snug anyway." She grinned and added, "Plus
you've already seen my panties."

   "I'm not complaining." Brad grimaced at what he had just said.  He was
sure James Bond would have said something more classy.

   Laura closed her eyes and brought her lips to Brad.  They kissed. 
Passionately.  They ran their tongues along each other's lips.  Brad
realized how hard he was holding Laura.  He didn't seem to be hurting her
and she was holding him just as tightly.  She adjusted her body so she was
more on top of him.  She held each side of his face and kissed him.  Brad
ran his hand down her back and massaged her butt cheeks.  She pulled her
body up and rubbed Brad's chest.  She giggled.

   "What?"

   She giggled again.  "I know what might make me feel better."

   "What's that?"

   And leaned forward and whispered in his ear.  "An orgasm."

   Brad kissed her neck and said, "I can do that."

   She nibbled his earlobe and said, "I remember, I have my period."

   Brad playfully bit her neck and said, "I don't care."

   Laura sprang up and pulled Brad out of the couch.  Brad did most of the
work of course, but Laura was leading the way.  They entered her bedroom.
She pulled the covers back.  She then reached under her blouse, unhooked
her bra, and through the magic of womanhood removed her bra without
removing her blouse.  Brad stripped down to his boxers.  He was obviously
very aroused.  They climbed into bed and embraced.  Laura ran her hand into
the loose leg hole of his boxers and felt his erect dick and gasped.  Brad
felt around her crotch and let two of his fingers slide under her panties
and pad and found her clit.  She felt very wet.  He wasn't sure if it was
excitement, menstrual blood, or both.  She seemed to enjoy each circle he
made with his finger tips.  He alternated between stimulating her and
letting his fingers explore the opening to her vagina.  She sat up breaking
their bond and started unbuttoning her blouse.

   "I'm sorry, this is new and I don't want to get blood on it."

   While she was dropping her blouse to the floor Brad removed his boxers.
When Laura caught sight of his naked body and pulled her panties off.  The
two resumed.  Brad rubbed her left breast and then kissed it.

   "Careful, they're a little sore."

   Brad pulled away and let his hand find her twat again.  They continued
stroking each other.  Laura was thrusting into his fingertips which more
than once almost made him cum.

   "Can you play with my breasts again?  With your other hand?"

   Brad pulled his other hand up and started lightly playing with her
enormous tits while she thrust into his fingers.

   "You can be rougher with them."

   Brad found himself squeezing her breasts like he was making orange juice
by hand.  The rhythm of his hand was in sync with her pelvic thrusts.  He
let his thumb go as deep as it would go into her vagina while he used his
fingers to stimulate her clit.  She all at once quit, he breasts heaving
from the exertion.

   "I just can't seem to cum." She tried to catch her breath.  "This is so
frustrating, I'm so close."

   Without a word Brad starting kissing her sweat glistened neck.  He moved
down her left breast and stopped to chew on her nipple.  In doing so he
forced her onto her back.  He ran his tongue down her flat stomach.  As he
got closer he could smell her scent, a mix of sexual excitement and blood.
It crossed Laura's mind to protest, but her objections never made it to her
lips.  Brad could see blood smeared along her inner thighs and all over her
vulva.  This didn't sicken him.  In fact he relished running his tongue all
along her.  Laura quickly grabbed his hips and guided his cock into her
mouth.  Brad continued squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples.  He
allowed his tongue to dart around trying to lick up every bit of smeared
blood.  Laura relaxed enjoying every sensation.  Her swollen sore breasts
being rubbed.  Brad's tongue finding every crevice of her womanhood.  His
long dick in her mouth, the musky taste and smell radiating down her throat
and into her sinuses.  The weight of a man on top of her in such a
vulnerable position.  Her orgasm exploded out of her in all directions from
her womb.  She felt her uterus and vagina spasm and it radiated down her
legs and into her abdomen.  Waves continued to wash over her.  She felt
Brad get even bigger in her mouth which only triggered more surges.  When
she couldn't take another second she let her body go limp.  She relaxed her
jaw.  She was barely aware of Brad rolling off of her.  She fanned herself
with her hand.

   "Oh.  My.  God." She turned to Brad and added, "I think you just cured
everything."

   Brad didn't answer, instead he rested his hand on her side above her
hips.  She smiled reading his mind.  "I can't get pregnant during my
period. If you want to continue."

   He felt so good inside her.  His dick was red hot, the warmth radiating
deep into her.  She felt his body tense up and could feel him pulsating
inside her and then his entire body relax, enveloping her.  My unspoken
mutual consent they rolled onto their side, but still connected.

   They held each other.  His erection didn't relax a bit allowing him to
stay inside her.  She enjoyed the feeling of being penetrated.  Her stomach
rumbled.

   "I think my appetite is back."

   "Want me to go pick up something?"

   She kissed him.

   "No, I want to throw a frozen pizza in the oven and make love to you the
rest of the night."
   Brad didn't object.