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I was reading some of RICHH this evening, casually imbibing on *ahem*
something and it got me thinking. An homage. Homage a la RICHH. And so,
here it is. 

Comments, flames, what you will. 


KELLYJO: HOMAGE A LA RICHH

I was contemplating returning to the computer lab after trying to page
Sean a couple of times. I was slightly horny and wanted him to talk dirty
to me in that way only he can muster; soft, yet irritatingly squeaky at
the same time, his voice had been the catalyst for many a pleasant -
albeit sticky - night's sleep for me. To my chagrin, he didn't answer or
call me (maybe he was out getting laid, god bless him if he was)  and so I
was left to pore over some old copies of _Paramour_ and consider my
options. 

Scrounging around in my change purse, I counted out 10 nickels, 4 dimes
and 3 quarters. Enough for a filling repast at the Taco Bell down the
block. I could run past their drive through and scarf down my food outside
of the lab before I went in. I grabbed my keys, my wallet and my
watered-down glass of sweet tea, and jumped in my car.

As I approached the Taco Bell I could see there was a line about 5 cars
from the actual window, and two cars separated me and the ordering booth. 
Assuming everyone got their meals in less than 2 minutes, I was still in
for a significant wait. It wasn't worth getting out of my car for, anyhow,
so I opted to sit and waste fuel - like the rest of the lemmings ahead of
me.  Did I have time? I wondered as my forearm brushed against my breast.
A nipple shivered and crinklingly erupted into life. Ooo, yeah. I had
plenty of time.

I put my station wagon in park and felt it ease into a fully stopped
position. My nipples were pressing hard against my bra, which was in turn
causing lovely rivulets of friction from the lace and rough edges of the
fabric, which had been tumbled far too many times in a drier on high heat. 
My head fell back slightly and I snaked a hand up into my vest, resting
my left elbow on my left knee, which leant against the car door, spreading
my thighs just a little bit. Enough to feel air coming out of the vents
right at my crotch go up the baggy leg of my shorts. 

Oo, yeah. Oo, yeah. The car in front of me moved forward and I hastily
pulled my hand out to place the car in drive and creep forward one car
length. Great. This could take all night, for what I cared now. 

A black-clad teenager and his girlfriend walked by me, obliviously
munching on pink bubblegum an heatedly discussing the merits of Marilyn
Manson versus Ozzy Osbourne. "You're so old school," she said poutedly,
while the beginnings of my fingers were inching into me. The boy shook his
head. "No, man, it's all about *style*."

Stylishly I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my vest, leaving the cleft
of my tits exposed. I repositioned the vents to point at my chest and
gasped a little when the cold air hit me. This was the best wait I'd had
at a Taco Bell in a long time. My hands went at my nipples from above,
running down into the valley between my breasts and wholeheartedly going
at it, pinching and squeezing each nipple until it was diamond. The car in
front of me moved ahead, and it was my turn to order.

A little out of breath, I pulled up and stopped by the speaker. "Welcome
to Taco Bell would you like to try one of our combos?" The voice of a
teenaged boy hit me, and I got even more excited. The front windshield was
beginning to steam slightly. "Yes, um, I mean no, can I just have two soft
tacos, please?" I wondered if he could see me as I licked two of my
fingers and plunged them into my cunt from the wide opening in the side of
my shorts. 

"That'll be one thirty nine please," he said, his voice cracking on the
'please'. "Drive around."

In the car behind me the driver cranked up her stereo. The bass boost was
emitting some huge vibrations, which weakly made their way from the ground
to the bottom of the driver's seat. Still, it made my ass feel good, and I
smiled - music, sweet music. 

The third button on my vest came undone without any of my assistance, and
I figured I might as well remove the final button from its misery and just
took off my vest entirely. The line of cars shifted forward yet again and
I was now in line of sight with the person manning the drive-out, a
tallish, dark-haired kid who couldn't have been more than 17, if that. He
scratched his head and I could see his lips moving and asking the music
giver if she wanted to order one of their combos. The crackle hiss of the
speaker was faint behind me as he repeated her order back to her. My
fingers sawed in and out of my cunt, pausing at each entry to twiddle my
clit. My car wasn't in park, however, and so I had to be careful not to
let go of the brake or risk eating the bumper of the car in front of me,
which looked like it contained a very respectable student who probably
worked for minimum wage. I wondered if he'd want to fuck me, then figured
it would be a bad idea to ask since I was about to come anyway and I
wanted to get it over with, hard and fast. 

My breathing started to become deeper, and I frantically worked three
fingers inside of me and arced them upwards, deep into the cavern between
my cervix and my pubic bone, pressing against the soft flesh within. My
thumb was melting against my clit, as the heat built up and burst into
flame and I was coming, just as some cops on bikes rode past and looked at
me quizzically. I smiled a faint smile at them and let my mouth roll open
with a low moan. Closing my eyes for a second, I heard an indignant "beep"
from behind me. Recalling from my memory the fact that I was in a drive
through, I came to my senses long enough to roll forward two car lengths
and wait patiently for my turn to arrive.

When I made it up to the drive through, I forgot that my vest was off and
I was wearing only a blue bra, a little patch of areola showing on my
right breast. A little flushed, I scrambled for exact change and dug
through the little compartment in front of my armrests. Counting out four
pennies, two nickels, three quarters, and three dimes, I methodically
handed each clump of silver and copper to the kid, who sort of cleared his
throat and mumbled something about thanking me for coming to Taco Bell,
handed me my tacos, and shut the window. His co-workers were laughing in
the background. I smiled at them, waved a sticky hand, and drove off. 



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