Going to Nest
Fisher
We walked hand in hand out into the bars small back
patio. It was so quiet out here in contrast to the rowdy bar. She rolled into
my arms and wrapped her arms around my waist.
Her little white head planted on my chest. The silky mass of her hair tangled around my
arms as I wrapped them tighter around her small frame. She had a distinct scent of earth, floral and
citrus but it was mixed with cigarette smoke and club sweat now. He rested his chin on her head and looked up
to see a few scattered stars hanging on before the sun wiped them out, wisps of
clouds went across them giving hope to a clear day. They just swayed like they
were at a chaperoned junior high dance and a wonderful feeling of peace
overtook him. Holding this small girl presented him with feelings he couldn’t
wrap his logic around but the rest of him accepted saying “well duh.” This girl was seriously hot with her lean strong
body, pouty lips the color of a fig and a heart shaped face that held those
giant green eyes. She was a Japanese anime wet dream. She bumped his chin with the top of her head
and looked up at him, her eyes liquid and his heart actually fluttered. He held
her tight and plunged himself into her eyes.
Yes it was her body, yes it was her confidence and ease, but it was
more. Holding her like this he felt like
his whole being was melding with hers.
His roots were spreading out into her earth. She pushed up onto her tip toes and tugged on
his bottom lip with her teeth. He kissed
her, first with light dry kisses but it progressed into something with
tremendous need and urgency. When did the art and joy of just kissing get lost?
He relished the way her lips felt against his, soft and teasing. He pulled away to breath, his heart was pounding
and blood rushed to all the wrong places common sense out the door and desire
filling the room. Mayson took his hand
and led him up some rickety stairs to a boardwalk above the patio. From this view you could see over the fence to
Burgundy Street, deserted this time of day.
She opened some wooden slated green French doors and led him into an
apartment directly above the bar. “I’m
sitting this place for Smith while he is doing the mandatory visit to his
family.” Mayson explained the clearly male apartment. It was littered with a
mixture of bikini clad girls on posters advertising beer with Star Wars and Hobbit
paraphernalia scattered about. A little
black and white cat sat in the middle of the living room and meowed loudly at
both of them just for a moment before dashing into another room. “Whiskers likes to talk but is pretty shy” Mayson
said. She led him to the bedroom then
dropped his hand and faced him. She had
a mischievous smile on her face and his body responded. “This is when the fangs come out and you suck
my blood, right?” Fisher gave a nervous chuckle. He stepped to grab her and she skirted away
with a squeal, chucking her shoes off in his direction as she went. She was standing just in front of the bed and
he lunged towards her again. She jumped on top of the bed and he lunged towards her again. She jumped on top of the bed and
started bouncing on the springy mattress laughing like a little kid. Her T
Shirt flew off and she had nothing on underneath. She looked down at him from the high bed and
her waist length hair swung forward and covered her perfect little breasts. She
finally stopped flying around like a frat boy’s fantasy and shuffled across the
king bed towards him her flushed face going serious. With no words and utter confidence in her
nakedness she started to tug his shirt out of his pants keeping her eyes locked
on his. He had to remember to breath.
Mayson
Yep she was going to have great sex with this
guy! It wasn’t a crazy, drunk, stupid
move though instead it was an affirmation to this amazing connection she felt. Soon after she had arrived in the city she had
put herself out there. Had done the dating
thing with several guys even the bosses cousin, had some coyote ugly moments
too but this was going to be different. She
didn’t need hours of conversation to feel her soul longing for this guy. Like oil in water, two drops poured on
opposite ends and slowly bonding with each other. This felt natural and
right. He was letting her have control
of the situation and she liked that for now, it gave her confidence to be that
daring fun girl. She couldn’t get enough
of his denim blue eyes and the dark black hair that fell into them. His eyebrows were just barely creased with
curiosity. She undid the last button on
his shirt and he shrugged it off. She
looked away from his eyes finally to take in his body. Built like a swimmer large shoulders and tone
arms. His stomach was flat but not over chiseled; just a little bit of dark
hair went down the center of his chest and lower abs. She couldn’t have sex in Smith’s bed that
would be rude, but what to do? Fisher’s
hands reached up around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He started
kissing her stomach and teasing her nipples with his teeth. She felt her core jerk and twitch. She ran her fingers through his preppy boy
cut hair forcing him to take her breasts deeper and her knees started to fail
her as his teeth and tongue worked her over.
She kneeled on the bed and jerked the button on his jeans open as she
nipped and kissed his wide chest. He
flinched when she bit his nipple and it made her giggle. She jerked his jeans
again trying to get the zipper down. “Get
these off I have an idea.” Mayson jumped
off the bed and grabbed his large dress shirt from the floor putting it over her
leaving it unbuttoned. When he had
nothing on but his black briefs Mayson gave herself a moment to admire his
strong tone body. Nothing was more sexy
than where a man’s waist went into his hip bones it made her wet to see it in
all it’s perfection on him. He just
stood awkward and nervous but more than ready his briefs barley concealing his
need. She turned away from him reluctantly and slid off her jeans shaking each
leg to finish the job while she punched on the CD player. Van Morrison had been
romancing her as she had got ready for work this afternoon and the mood worked
for this so she left the CD in, just turning it up. She walked over and opened
the glass French doors that revealed a small balcony overlooking Conti Street. The sky was ready for a glorious day and the
birds were cheering about it trying to be heard over the noise of the street
sweepers going down Burgundy. The wet
hiss was a sign that you should be getting up for the day not still awake.
Mayson took a deep breath and took off her underwear throwing them over her
shoulder and walked out onto to the narrow balcony Fisher’s shirt the only thing
covering her. She grabbed a large white
plastic chair that was propped in the corner and placed it facing the railing and street. Finally looking up to see Fisher staring at
her with raised eyebrows. The dark
arches stuck like an old women that had drawn them on wrong! “Uh huh we are doing this, come here.” She
curled one finger at him and gave a beauty pageant smile. He didn’t budge. She sighed and then led him like a disobedient
child onto the balcony and sat him down in the chair. He was so handsome with his strong jaw and
pointed chin just a little bit of stubble growing. He looked at her and both
his dimples appeared with his nervous smile.
She leaned down and kissed him gently then put one knee on each side of
his lap sliding on top of him. She
rocked her hips and he grabbed them forcing her to feel how hard and large he
was bulging through his underwear. Her heart started pounding and her core throbbed
for him. The Quarter always alive no matter what hour of the day; serenaded
them with car doors slamming and garbage bags full of beer bottles being
slammed into metal bins. The music from
the bar below spurted as people shoved the door open to make their way home. The risk of being seen made her even hotter if
someone bothered to look up they would get caught. She stood and used both her hands to pull his
underwear off and his cock large wide and amazing sprang free. She wanted him inside her and she eagerly jumped
on him again. She let him direct her hips while she kissed him fervently. She
couldn’t stop herself and plunged herself on to him and it was pure bliss to
feel him fill her. They both inhaled then she started a quick fast desperate
rhythm. He reached between her legs and
found the button massaging it in rough circles with his thumb. Her legs
quivered and breath started coming in short gasps. When she leaned back to grab
the balcony rail it wobbled under her grip and made her heart skip a beat she
made a little prayer it would hold her as she started to lose her sense from
the rush of the moment. The angle from
leaning back opened her to him and his magic thumb and she had to slow her pace
as she felt herself climbing towards climax. She was just barely rocking on top
of him frazzled with sensations and he said her name “Mayson o fuck, Mayson” and
she exploded into a million pieces jerking her hips each time the tension in
her body released again and again. She finally crumpled on top of him gasping
and whimpering. She had came so fast and her whole body was soaked with the
pleasure. Still inside her he picked her up kissing her raw and hard. She
wrapped her twitching legs around him while he carried her inside and he set
her on top of the large antique dresser.
Now taking control he held her hips down and started to slowly slide in
and out of her unbearably slow. Her shoulders twitched every time he fully
penetrated her. She lay back on the
dresser and just let her body turn fluid and again after only a few minutes of
this slow tease she felt the euphoria rising again. Nothing was clear except
that amazing sensory overload between her legs.
“O, Fu, please, yes, yes just ahh ahh” she screamed this time nothing
but raw pleasure exploding through her body.
“Mayson I can’t.” “I’m on the pill, please, yes I want to feel you.” Fisher’s
body stiffened and he moaned low and long, she felt him explode inside her and
her body clenched around him the feeling so strong it curled her body up. She was nothing but a gob of goo now her body
twitched randomly and she lay with her eyes closed enjoying the electric rush
that flowed through her limp body. Orgasms were the best pure high you could
endure and Fisher had given her two. It
was so rare the first time with someone. Usually one nighter’s were awkward,
frustrating, and laughable at times, but of course with him. Well she was
riding an amazing high and…just look.
No, don’t ruin this but, but. She had never bothered to look before why
now? Mayson opened her eyes and saw Fisher standing above her eyes closed
trying to catch his breath. “Fisher that was amazing! For real amazing you just made my whole body
turn to goo.” Mayson lifted herself up
and kissed him gently. “O I feel so
good.”
“Public sunrise sex ya I’ll
remember that! Can I brag about it?” “Sure but only when I’m around.” “Ok deal!”
“I’m so sleepy will you stay here?” Mayson asked giving him big sad eyes
brushing his nose with hers. “Yes of
course” he replied. He scooted down into the bed and she lay sprawled on top of
him. The ceiling fan ran lazy circles
over their naked bodies half heartedly moving the damp air around the room. She
grabbed his left hand and just stared at it.
She rubbed the two twisted love lines until her eyes closed and she
drifted off with his slow steady heartbeat under her ear and Morrison singing
about being born before the wind. She dreamed of swamps and gnarly giant
cypress trees. Turquoise eyes kept
blinking at her out of the dark.
