Message-ID: <7879eli$9801271545@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7879.txt>
From: Malinov <malinov@mindless.com>
Subject: {ASS} Love and War by Lord Malinov
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <34CDF0B5.6EA3@mindless.com>
Love and War
by Lord Malinov
~~~
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," Mark laughed when
he opened the door. Brian stood sheepishly at the threshold, and
then held up his offering, half a case of brown bottles. "Yeah,"
said Mark, stepping aside, "get in here before the beer gets warm."
Brian pushed the rattling box onto the counter, tore away the
perforated top and reached familiarly into a small drawer to
retrieve and deftly wield a chrome bottle opener.
"There are some mugs chilling in the freezer," said Mark, watching
as he leaned against the door frame. Brian pulled open the upper
compartment, releasing a misty stream of cold. Reaching in, he
threaded his fingers through the rings of the glasses.
"Nice," Brian said, pouring the pale brew over the lip as the air
froze grey on the seal of gold leaf impressed on the glassware.
"When did you get these?"
"Rick and I went up to Manchester," Mark said, "maybe, a month ago?"
Brian handed Mark the glass topped with brown bubbling foam and
then knelt down to transfer the rest of the bottles onto the bare
shelf of the refrigerator. Mark took a drink and sighed. Brian
looked up at him sadly, and tossed the flimsy cardboard at the trash
can. Standing, he picked up the other glass from the counter and
carefully filled it with beer.
"Peace?" Brian asked, holding up his icy mug. Mark's dark eyes
glowered and he slowly raised his glass. A dull bell clanked as they
met.
"I heard she dumped you," Mark said, nodding them out of the kitchen.
Brian followed as Mark went over to his stereo cabinet and
started leafing through some old vinyl records.
"Yeah," Brian said, smiling without pleasure.
"What happened?" asked Mark, pulling out a red and black record
jacket.
"Same old story," Brian said and he took a drink. "She ran off with
someone better." He laughed gently, amused by his soft jab at
the both of them.
"No way," said Mark, pulling the album carefully from the paper
folds. "I've met the guy. Steph's taste has been on a serious
decline, well, since she left me." He placed the record on the old
turntable and set the needle on the spinning track.
"Yeah. I just don't know what her deal is." Brian sat down on
Mark's blue leather chair and leaned his head back, wearily.
"Are you all right?" asked Mark. "I mean, you should have known
better than to get too serious with her. Steph's not a girl you get
involved with like that."
"I know," said Brian. "The whole thing was just a stupid mess. I
still can't believe I let myself treat you the way I did, and after
all that, she's off with some putz from Carrollton."
"It's the way she is. You know? Steph likes to be in the center of
things, watching guys bash each other over her. It's part of her
thing. Look at what she did to us. I mean, we were acting like
kids."
"God knows I was," said Brian, sitting up. "I'm really sorry, man."
"Beer down the pisser, my friend. I've had a little down time to
work my way past it, and once I realized that the losing part was
really inevitable with Steph, I was almost glad to have passed the
baton to someone who deserved a little fun."
"Yeah, thanks," said Brian. "It's like the time you gave me the
flu."
"Well, be careful what you wish for. I didn't make you steal
her from me. You're the jerk who blew off our friendship for a pair
of tits."
"Ooh," moaned Brian, "but what a pair." Mark offered his glass in
toast with a smile. The ring of empty glass sang.
"Another?" said Mark, reaching for Brian's mug.
"You know what?" asked Brian.
"What?" Mark called back.
"Steph really made me crazy. It's almost like I'm coming down from a
long, wild trip. She did something to me." Brian walked over to the
kitchen and took his fresh beer from Mark.
"You don't have to tell me, brother. I have been there myself. She
had ways that would drive the best of us insane. Wait," Mark said,
stepping over to the stereo and turning a knob. The wail of an
electric guitar filled the small apartment. "I love this."
"Heartless," Brian muttered. "How true."
"What?" asked Mark, turning the song down again.
"True," said Brian, lifting his glass. Mark sat down on the blue
chair and leaned back.
"I'll tell you what, man, I'm glad you're back, but I'd throw you out
in a second just to see those titties again. Mmmm," Mark
licked his lips and laughed. Brian sat down on the carpet and leaned
back against the wall.
"Sweetness," he said, thoughtfully.
"There was one time," Mark said, "Did I ever tell you this?" Brian
shrugged. "Steph was over and we'd been going at it most of the
afternoon. I always loved that about her. She could give a whole
day to getting off. Anyway, she was sitting at the table, eating a
bowl of Crunch and all she's wearing are these little black panties.
I was in the shower, because we were going out that night. You
remember, that was the night we all went over to Steve's and watched
a movie and Liz was having a big fight with Rick."
"Okay," said Brian, slightly flushed by the memory.
"Dan dropped by, the way he used to, just a knock and then he just
walked in. He goes to the fridge, gets a beer and then I guess he
heard the shower so he goes and just sits down in front of the tube.
Steph's still sitting there, eating her cereal. Dan finishes his
beer and goes around this way to get another one and he sees Steph
sitting there, with those big tits staring him naked in the face and
BAM! Dan walked right into the wall. I came running out of the
shower and Dan's rubbing this knot on his head, his face all red and
starts telling me he's sorry as he's running out the door."
"What did Stephanie do?"
"I looked over at her, and she's still eating her cereal and she just
shrugs, like 'beats me.' I could not stop laughing."
"That's how it felt, when I first saw her. Like a blow to the head."
"Man, could she. I'd kill you, my friend, for one of her blow jobs.
You know the ones I mean. God help you if you don't."
"I know," said Brian, smiling despite himself.
"Our girl Stephanie knows how to kiss a dick. Am I not right? One
minute your standing there minding your own and the next she's got
her mouth all over that puppy and no matter how hard I tried to hold
back, she would be guzzling another load. Tell me if I'm lying, but
Stephanie Rogers has a wicked tongue."
"I'm a witness," said Brian, laughing at his friend's forthright
portrait. "You tell no lies. There was one time when I was sitting
on her bed and you know the mirror by the bathroom door?"
"Oh, God," said Mark, "The mirror!"
"She crawls over, naked and steamy hot, and starts sucking my prick
and I look over at the mirror . . . "
"That ass and that pussy staring right back at you."
"I swear, I came in twelve seconds and then I came again."
"I know exactly what you mean," Mark said, raising his hand for a
slap. Brian smacked their palms together. "She knew what she wanted
and she knew how to get it."
"I tell you. The vision is still burning in my mind," said Brian,
"her perfect round ass, lifted and just spread apart so that I could
just see her little asshole and the dark pink of her lips, all
swollen and glistening with those fine curls and the little folds of
pink flesh inside and she's bending just a little with each stroke of
mouth over my dick. Ah," Brian said, sighing to mourn pleasures
lost, "fuck."
"What's her number?" asked Mark, picking up the phone.
"No way, man. She's in Williamsburg with the putz. Beside's she's
still more mine than yours."
"Says you," said Mark, laughing. "All's fair."
"Yeah," said Brian raising his empty mug in toast. "Here's to losing
the war." With a clink, the friends' glasses rang true.
~~~
Malinov
--
Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude
--
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |
| Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>