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02.08.01, 19:13
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From the back she really looks like a sailor. Tight white pants. Broad
shoulders. Short cropped hair. The uniform fits her well and I pretend for just
a moment that she isn''t dressed up in some very obvious costume at a party that
feels like the fetish prom. From the front she¹s very much a girl. Freckles,
thin nose, high cheekbones, a decidedly feminine face that I''m sure is the bane
of her existence.
The room reeks of propane from the fire show. Earlier, two women danced around
each other in a way that was meant to be sultry. They swallowed rubber cocks
with flaming ends, made a big show of their tattooed bodies and pretended to
fuck each other. They had everything going for them, even enthusiasm, but it
was all too staged. They were too black and shiny and clean to be having sex.
They looked like a movie, like some teenage witchcraft ripoff straight-to-video
bullshit. "Stop trying," I say out loud. "Give it up. Put your rubbery clothes
back on and go back to your co-ops." Even the girls on the dance floor, in
their PVC outfits and bondage gear looked bored. They need rape scenes, or foot-
fucking to get them off. They clamor for murder and mayhem. A little half-
assed flaming cocksucking doesn¹t get anything going for this crowd.
Girls were coughing from the thick greasy air, a few had passed out on the
dance floor like little latex canaries. The beer was gone. The music was bad. I
was feeling lightheaded and loose, and looking for trouble. For a moment, my
sailor disappeared from sight and I panicked, thinking I wouldn''t get a second
chance. But she resurfaced amongst a group of trannyboys, all huddled together
away from the girlie girls like little kids at recess. Her beautiful face
looked mean even though she was laughing. Looking at her made me feel sexy and
I wondered what it would take to get a girl like that to fuck me. Then I
remembered that I''ve gotten many girls like that to fuck me. Everyone just
wants to fuck someone.
The club is normally a gay men''s porn theater. Live jack-off shows, the works.
Tonight it''s a dyke fetish party and latex-clad enema nurses are chatting with
Catholic school girls. I came with my girlfriend, Aiden, who likes these
parties more than I do. She''s having fun, chatting up the cute little girls and
boys, all of our friends are here. Every once in a while she brings me a beer,
pats my head, kisses me, and then goes back to our circle of friends. Normally
I''d join her but tonight I''m too bored. The beer helps some, but not enough.
I''ve just been hanging around the bar staring at people. I don''t feel like
dancing.
I head outside and bum a smoke from a group of shrieking, silly girls. A
gorgeous red-head hands me a cigarette but I decline her offer of a light.
Instead I go look for some solo leather-jacketed type with a zippo. Hey, we all
have our fantasies. I don''t even smoke, I just need something to wrap my lips
around, something to do with my mouth and hands. When the sailor walks outside
my spirit lifts. She notices me, I hold my cigarette up to be lit, but we don''t
say anything. Up close she''s even prettier. Blue eyes, black hair. I''m too
tense to flirt with her, so I just look down at my hands.
"Are you having fun?" she says to me as she holds her silver Zippo to my
cigarette.
I grasp her hand to steady the flame and she winks at me in a gesture that''s
both boldly flirtatious and totally cheesy. "Not really," I answer.
"Seen it all before, huh?" I shrug, and we stand there smoking in silence for a
moment. Then she stubs out her cigarette and walks back inside.
I feel a foreign sensation as she leaves. At first I can''t place it. And then I
recognize it as desire.
Aiden joins me outside and I smoke another cigarette. I study her face closely.
She''s really gorgeous, I can pick em, I think to myself. She puts her arm
around me protectively and walks me back through the door.
"What''s downstairs?" I ask her.
Private video booths that show fag porn, and rooms with curtains for anonymous
sex.
"You''re kidding." I say and then I realize how naïve I must sound. Of course,
that''s what is downstairs. "Let''s go see." She looks at me quizzically and then
says "Okay, let''s go."
It''s cooler downstairs. And quieter. Aiden is holding my hand, playing tour
guide. She''s telling me about the glory holes in the video booths but I only
half hear her. My thoughts are on the sailor, the way she lit my cigarette, the
way she looks from the back, the way she walked away from me. I am dimly aware
that Aiden is dragging me into one of the booths. "Let''s watch porn," she
says. "Come on, baby." She leads me in and shuts the door. "Don''t worry, the
doors lock." How handy, I think.
She puts some quarters into the slot and the screen lights up. The boys on the
screen are really young. I''d guess barely eighteen. Mainly pretty and hairless,
so I pretend they''re cute butch girls playing at being boys. One girl is bent
over a chair getting fucked. She''s moaning. Her cock is rock hard and she''s
stroking the hell out it. Aiden slips her hand under my T-shirt and pinches my
nipple. I feel the throb in my clit.
My cunt becomes a liquidy place, like my head.
When Aiden and I fuck, I think about her hand in my cunt. I concentrate on the
sensations, the rhythmic circling or the pounding, the feeling of her skin on
my skin. I think about how happy she makes me. But on this night, I can''t
concentrate. My mind is too cluttered. I imagine the young boys on the screen.
Their asses, and hard cocks. I''m overstimulated. Aiden''s hand is working me,
playing me. She knows how, she knows where to stroke and how hard. She''s doing
it right, just like she did to me earlier, just like she¹ll do to me later, but
I can''t come. I''m not even close. "Come for me, baby," she whispers in my
ear, "show me how much you love me."
Frustrated, I turn away from her and face the wall. She follows me and pushes
me down toward the small stool in the corner. I start to protest, not wanting
to be on my knees on the floor in this booth where random guys have sucked
random cocks, but I catch a glimpse of something through the glory hole that
makes me change my mind. My sailor is in the next booth. She''s leaning against
the wall with her pants unzipped. Not doing anything really, just staring at
the screen. I position myself for a better view and this makes Aiden happy
because she has better access to my cunt. I feel her hand run down the crack of
my ass before she pulls it back and smacks me hard. She does it again and this
time I lean into it, because it''s something I can feel.
I can see my sailor clearly. She''s staring intently at the screen. I wonder if
she¹s watching the same two young boys I was looking at a few moments ago. The
video is still playing. I can still hear them groaning. Her blue eyes are half-
closed and her hair is slightly messy. She is wearing some sort of binding
thing around her chest to flatten her breasts. I am sure for just this moment
that I''m in love with her.
She slips down her pants and briefs and slides a hand between her legs. I watch
her fingers disappear into the vertical folds of her pussy and reappear
glistening, over and over, making that slick tic tic sound. Her face is
expressionless, she''s just staring at the screen jerking off in the most
perfunctory of ways.
Aiden is still fucking me only now I can feel it. "Fuck me harder," I whisper
to her and she does, taking the opportunity to slide another finger in. She
leans over me, presses her body across mine, fingers buried to the hilt in my
pussy, and nuzzles my neck. I adore her thoroughly. She''s an amazing lover and
a loving girlfriend, but right no
