I Loved Her In The Way That Only Comes With Youth: Irresponsibly, Navely, Selfishly, Wholly And Joyously,

I loved her in the way that only comes with youth: irresponsibly, naïvely, selfishly, wholly and joyously, and I didn't even realise it was love.

I called her my friend, my very best friend. I told her if I were a man I'd take her away from everything that troubled her. I wanted to protect her and keep her safe.

In my ignorance, I hurt her, drove her away, because she already had the language to know how she felt, but surely if I were queer, someone would have told me.

It was the loneliest closet, for I didn't know I was in it, alone.

And They Were Roomates.

Lucy hit send on the email and flipped the laptop closed, leaning back against the couch cushions. Muttering, she said, "Man. Fuck those guys." Presumably about whomever she'd had to email. She stretched stiffly and glanced at the clock. How in fuck was it 2:38 am?  Yawning, she rose and padded down the hall in her socks. She paused at her roommate's door to say goodnight, but Erin was completely out.  Lucy admired her friend while leaning in the doorframe.

The girls had been friends for years and roommates for almost as long.  People often joked they were a couple. Maybe in Lucy's secret heart they were, but she'd never even made a pass at Erin. Friendships were irrevocably broken for less. Erin had always joked they were in a sexless marriage and were constantly stepping out on one another.  As it was, the girls talked about everything. Work, lovers, family, the gross and intimate details of sharing a home together.  Even what they liked and preferred in bed.

Which is why, when Erin shifted in bed and Lucy saw she wasn't wearing a thing under her oversized tee-shirt, she remembered something Erin told her about wanting to wake up to being fucked.

It was risky.

But it might be worth it.

Maybe?

She made up her mind. Both of them were going through a dry spell and she could explain herself…somewhat plausibly?  Lucy slipped down to her room for some supplies, then tiptoed back.

The dim light from the hall lit up Erin’s curves, and Lucy allowed herself a moment to just absorb the scene.  She’d looked, surreptitiously, at Erin over the years.  But she never allowed herself a moment to just ogle her, so she luxuriated in that for a moment.  Erin had always been her type.  Or had she based her type on Erin?  She wasn’t sure anymore.  Did it matter?  She was here now.

Gingerly, she stepped over to the bed, and lowered herself to sit on the edge.  Erin stirred only a little, but didn’t wake, and Lucy released a held breath.  Ever so slowly, she trailed a finger over Erin’s hip.  The other girl remained blissfully unaware.  So Lucy began to move farther, hands trailing over exposed skin, not daring to travel further than the arms and legs that were available to her just yet.  Erin stretched and smiled, and mumbled something incoherent, making Lucy freeze mid-pet.  When she was sure Erin wasn’t waking, she resumed her slow, lazy exploration of Erin’s skin, but she could feel her own growing impatience; she wanted more.

Gingerly, Lucy began to push Erin’s shirt up, revealing the delicious curves she’d only dreamed about for years.  She gulped.  ‘Am I really doing this?’ she wondered, even as she slid the shirt up further, baring Erin's breasts  It took a moment for Erin’s body to respond to the change in temperature, but her nipples stiffened into tight peaks.  Lucy bit her lip to stifle a moan. 

She ran her fingertips over Erin's stomach, over her ribcage, and began idly tracing designs over her breasts. For her part, Erin trembled in sleep, arching up into Lucy's hands, whimpering. Emboldened, Lucy leaned down, using the point of her tongue to run a lazy circle around Erin's nipple. Erin shuddered, and rolled away from the sensations. Lucy had a moment of vaguely needy panic and shook it off.  It wasn’t like they were actually both playing together.  She ran her hands over Erin’s hips, and down over her ass.  Fuck.  The way that ass filled her hands.

Lucy had a dilemma.  She could continue petting Erin’s (admittedly fantastic) soft skin, or move forward with the “seduction”, such as it was.  After a moment’s hesitation, Lucy sent her hand questing between Erin’s legs, and was delightfully rewarded to find that her previous petting had made Erin’s cunt start leaking liquid desire.  Starting slowly, Lucy ran a single finger through the wetness, just lightly stroking Erin’s labia before sinking her finger in deeper.  Erin sighed and purred.  Lucy watched her in the twilight in the room, heart pounding out of her chest.  Eyes flickering, Erin sleepily looked about, before sinking back into sleep.

Lucy began running her fingers through Erin’s slicked labia in earnest, slowly sliding a finger into her pussy, a little bit at a time, until she was finger fucking her best friend with a single digit, long and slow.  When Erin shuddered and whimpered in her sleep, Lucy added a second digit, increasing the tempo, and in sleep, Erin responded by rewarding Lucy’s efforts with even more juices for her to work with.  Beginning to lose herself in this completely one-sided moment, Lucy slid a hand into her bra, pinching and rolling her own nipples, feeling more and more needy.

And brave.  She added her thumb to the mix to swirl over Erin’s clit.

Erin rolled to her back, squealing, hips lifting.  Once she settled back again, Lucy began the achingly slow assault on Erin’s pussy, rolling her clit under her thumb, two fingers pumping into her cunt, her other hand fed up with nipples slid down into her pants and her own sodden slit. She was really into it now, fingers working her own wet quim, the other hand fucking Erin in earnest.  Erin was beginning to pant and mewl in her sleep, hips starting to move in time with the very wet, wicked fucking she was getting.  Lucy felt Erin getting tighter and tighter under her fingers.  She was so lost in the sensation of Erin’s impending climax, she didn’t notice the other girl was lying, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, panting.

“S…slower….Lou…please.”  Erin moaned.  Lucy yelped, snatching her hand back from Erin’s body. “Fuck I’m so sorry…sorry…sorry…”  She was gathering herself up to flee when Erin sat up and pulled Lucy to her.  “Finish what you…” She was panting, lightheaded, “Finish what you fucking started.”  Lucy blinked.  “Please!” Erin whined. Uncertainly, Lucy slid her fingers back into Erin’s pussy, resuming the slow, hard finger fucking she had been doling out just moments ago.  Erin squealed, wrapping an arm around Lucy’s shoulders.  Slowly, that squeezing was starting to come back.  Erin’s head was tipped back and she was breathing shallowly.  “Fuck…ah….fuck Lucy…”  Lucy took in the scene.  Her in Erin’s arms.  Erin blushing.  Erin fucking her fingers back after waking up to Lucy taking advantage of her.  Leaning in, she buried her face in Erin’s neck, breathing her in.  “Yes.  Honey please.”  Erin whimpered. Everything was becoming a blur, her hand working Erin to orgasm, Erin’s gasping encouragement, Lucy’s own growing need, until everything shrunk down to one moment.  Erin grabbed Lucy’s chin and hauled her mouth up to hers, driving her tongue into Lucy’s mouth as she came completely undone under Lucy’s fingers, burying her cries in a very unconventional first kiss.

Lucy was floating, Erin’s orgasmic sobs filling her mouth, one hand being milked by her clasping pussy, the other arm wrapped around the girl she’d only been dreaming of fucking for the past several years.  She wanted to cry from joy.  As it was, she continued the kiss, but slowed her assault on Erin’s cunt, working her down from the high of orgasm, until she stilled, her hand still buried between Erin’s legs, though.

Erin ended the kiss with a series of smaller, softer kisses, finally just pressing her forehead to Lucy’s, trying to regain control of her breathing.  She was smiling, eyes closed, before chuckling softly.

“What?” Lucy asked.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for months.  Jesus Christ.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Erin pulled back and looked at Lucy, deadpan.  “I love you.  You’re a dense, silly bitch though.”

Lucy’s face broke into a smile, and she leaned up, capturing Erin’s lips with her own.

Caress

The duo curled against one another languidly, fingers exploring, voices soft with delight. They chuckled together, jokes punctuated by kisses that promised more and more still. Fingers entwined then loosed to dance over naked flesh. She looped a leg over his and the pair mock-wrestled, until his questing fingers settled over her knee and she gasped sharply. "Does that hurt?" "No...it...I..." Waves of delicious chills rippled out from the delicate strokes over the joint, rendering her mostly mute, jaw slack. Her eyes glazed and she trembled violently. He'd seen her aroused but never like this. His curiosity piqued, he alternated his touches: firm, feather light, raking stripes with his nails, trailing teasing patterns. He tried the entirety of her knee, each progressive touch merely causing her to press closer and closer against him, body shuddering reflexively, skin taut with gooseflesh, her mouth against his chest to mute the song he was creating, playing her skin like that, quieting the soft coos, delicate squeals, lovely whimpers, gasping pants. His free arm curled around her shoulders, pulling her in, creating a safe cocoon. Satisfied with the knowledge gained, his fingers slipped lower along her calf and she buried a howl against his skin as a wave of fresh sensations rolled up her spine. His eyes lit up and he explored this fresh territory as her fingers scrabbled against his back. Tilting her head back, she reached up and pulled his lips to hers, taking long draughts of kisses, pulling back to catch her breath with shallow, panting breaths she cut with whispered pleadings that he not stop. He indulged her, stroking, tickling, raking, teasing, probing, watching her swooning, frenzied arousal with delight. He was so pleased at having found something that gave her such obvious, tremendous pleasure. He could have stayed like that...to be cliché, perhaps forever, until "Oh..." she gasped. "That's too much." "I'm so sorry!" He apologised, ceasing the onslaught on her leg and knee. She took a few moments to catch her breath and then chuckled, "No...it just changed to too much. Oh! Wow. That was lovely. Thank you." He blushed crimson, "Thank /me/? You... were... that was...how come you didn't tell me about that?" Snuggling against him, she shrugged, "Most people don't want to make out with knees." She glanced up, then smiled contentedly and squished against him even more firmly. "I want to know /everything/." "You should see what I do when you /lick/ the backs of my knees." He dove for the end of the bed, eagerly.

Sonnet 3

Fevered flesh burns beneath taut fingertips

Each stroke and pull awakens more desire

Memories melt like honey on my lips

Each fresh remembrance setting me afire.

I'll replay ev’rything I've memorized

Your name synonymous with need and ache

Undeniably I am tantalized

From daydreams of you let me never wake

I'll build a bridge out of my arching spine

Fill up my sails with ev’ry gasping breath

Out of my quaking ribcage build a shrine

I'll sigh your name with every little death

I will soon collapse into your embrace

But until then will dream of your sweet face

Dawn

It’s that space between sleep and alarms, the cozy darkness of about 4am. He turns in his sleep, uncomfortable, rolling, nestling against her back gently like a rowboat docking.

His arms encircle her, drawing her closer, so he tucks his whiskered chin against her shoulder, spooning her fully, ensuring they are touching from head to toe. She stirs somewhat in complaint; she’d not been restrained moments ago and now he’d nearly buried the length of her, twining their limbs .

He is content for a moment, before her hips shift, rolling slowly against his groin as she surfaces from sleep, in turn waking his cock. Groaning, he pulls her tighter against his crotch, the unnatural movement waking her further. A soft moan escapes her lips and he’s emboldened.

His hands sweep over her nightshirt, up to her breasts, cupping them familiarly and rolling his thumbs over her rapidly stiffening nipples. She moans again, louder, her hips rolling against his prick. He pinches her nipples gently, and pulls, netting himself soft panting for his efforts. She’s more awake now, reaching behind her for his cock, stroking him through the flimsy fabric of his boxers.

He slides his hands over the low scoop of her neckline, cupping her breasts in his hands, skin on skin. She rolls over, impatiently shucking her shirt off over her head, pressing up against him with a warm, half-awake chuckle.

Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her hungrily, lips nipping with ferocity, tongue battling. She wasn’t prepared for such an onslaught of ardour. Her kisses are sleepy, syrupy, sweet, her fingers trailing through the curls on his chest before descending to his boxers and the contents therein. She purrs as she slides her fingers beyond the waistband and meets his hard cock, stroking eagerly.

“Yes.” He hisses into her ear, before leaning down and nipping her shoulder, fingertips stroking over her back. She growls, nuzzling his throat, hands working his swollen prick.

“I want you.” She murmurs, realizing she wants more than to stroke her lover, and he pins her on her back, leaning in to taste her breasts aggressively, a knee sliding between her legs. She needs no coaxing.

He shimmies out of his boxers and centers himself between her legs. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, while he guides his cock through her wetness. “Please.” She pleads. He needs no further encouragement and slowly drives himself home with a contented growl.

She sighs, pleased, before they begin to move in tandem, an old practiced dance. He strokes her pussy with his dick, while she milks him with her cunt. They work together, the tempo teasing and pleasing, heightening their pleasure. Before he knows it, she’s reached her peak and surged over it’s edge, her cries a soft soprano in praise. He allows himself to let go and join her, meeting her gentle cooing with his own harsher, gutteral, primal calls, painting the walls of her pussy with his fluids, marking her as his again and again.

For a few moments the only sounds are their breaths slowing, before she chuckles and he rolls to her side with a laugh of his own.

“I hate it when you go.” She said, just a hint of sadness in her voice.

“I love it when you come.” He said with a grin. They were both silent before bursting into giggles and snuggling into each other’s arms.

Kissing his temple, she smiled and whispered, “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” He murmured, pulling her as close as possible.

The chemistry was nearly instantaneous the moment he walked into the shop. It was just a combination of senses, long glances, mutual tension. She glanced up from her magazine, darkly rimmed eyes scanning him. Tattoos graced his biceps – she could see the beginnings of a full set of sleeves on him. Brushing a loose strand of dirty blonde hair out of her eyes, she stood up and moved to the counter. "How can I help ya?" She said, tongue ring glinting in her mouth.

He coughed gently, glancing down, then up into her eyes. "I need to see your piercing portfolio." His soft voice replied. She nodded, and pushed the book over to him. "There ya go. Let me know if you need anything."

She had just sat down when he said, "How much are the nipple piercings?" She sprang up as if she'd sat on a tack and stepped over, "Eighty."

He nodded, "Then, I need to do that." She nodded in return, and got the paperwork for him to fill out. She noted he signed his full name, Joseph, and not a nickname, and idly wondered what he looked like without his shirt, if his biceps indicated anything about the rest of him. Something about him stirred something deep with in her. 'Maybe it's just pheromones...' she thought, idly, trying to push the wanton thoughts from her head.

Once she'd gotten his license and credit card, she led him to her room in the back. He glanced around the sterile room warily, sitting gingerly on the table, as she set to prepping the needles and jewelry, donning gloves.

"So why are you wanting to get your nipples pierced, Joseph?" She queried politely, trying to ram the veneer of client/piercer firmly in place in her mind.

He looked rather sheepish, "To...make them more sensitive...maybe. I don't know. I like the way they look. I mean, they're already pretty sensi...I mean...I just like it. Is all."

She grinned slowly, nodding. "Right on. Off with the shirt, there."

He shivered as he took his shirt off and she assessed his nipples, trying to keep her eyes from roaming over him. He wasn't cut, but just the way she liked them, thin with strong arms. She shook her head to clear it, then marked where she’d send the needle through. "Stand up and look at the mirror. Let me know if the placement is good."

He hopped up and scanned himself, appraising critically. Finally he nodded, and lay back down on the table. She grinned, having seen the wrangled nerves of her clients a thousand times before as she cleaned his buds off with a swab, making them pucker. Seizing the needle, she placed her left hand on his ribs, and instructed, "Now exhale, luv." As he breathed out, she ran the needle through the flesh. He grimaced as she swiftly followed the newly made hole through with a barbell, securing as quickly as she could. "Not too bad, right?" He laughed shakily. "Ready for the next?" She asked, and watched him clench his fists and steel his nerves, nodding. Repeating the procedure, she had his second nipple pierced in no time, and helped him sit up.

"Go take a look." She chirped as she pulled the gloves off, turning to her counter to get her after care instructions for him. She heard him exhale softly, then say, "Perfect."

With a smile, she turned and held out the slip of paper. "Don't fuck with 'em, soak 'em with sea salt soaks twice a day for six weeks, and come see me if you have ANY questions at all." He nodded gratefully, pocketing the slip of paper and gingerly pulling his shirt over his chest.

She walked him out, feeling a little wistful knowing she'd probably never see him again and sent him off before greeting her next client.

He didn't pass her mind much for awhile, just the occasional day dream she had to rub out, but that was the way it went in her business. Customers came and customers went..

Six weeks to the day, Joseph showed back up in her shop. It was a lull in the afternoon and she was flipping through another magazine while doodling. In fact, she was so engrossed he had to clear his throat to get her attention.

"I was wondering..." He asked, quietly, a little nervous, "If you'd take a look at...erm...these..." He motioned to his chest.

Blinking a few times, she stood up and nodded, "Sure, alright. Come on back. Having problems?" He nodded and trailed after her. She closed the door, motioning to the table. "Have a seat, then, and I'll take a look."He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to a chair, then hopped up on the table while she donned her gloves. She turned and got closer, surveying. "They look fine to me..." She said, trying to see what he was talking about.

"You might need to look closely. I...I think I might have not taken good care of them." He said softly. She could feel his nerves jangling again as goosebumps erupted over his skin and his nipples contracted in the cold of the room. She inched closer, looking as deeply as she dared, searching for whatever it was that he saw that she didn't.

She glanced up at him skeptically, noting his slack jaw. Her brow arched as she went back to studying his nipple, though her eyes happened to glance downward. His cock was straining at his pants. Her womb practically contracted right there.

"Well...maybe...I do see something. I think I can treat it really quick." She stood up and smiled warmly at him as his eyes slid open slowly and he blinked himself back to reality.

"Do you want me to treat it, Joseph, and make them better?" She asked, softly. It was such a corny line, but she didn't care at the moment. Watching this fantastic man in front of her was mesmerizing.

"Oh, please, would you make them better, Mariam?" He asked quietly. She was startled he even remembered her name, and it registered as the faintest flickering of shock across her face. She settled back into the warm smile she'd affected, and bobbed her head, once.

"Certainly. Now hold still. If you move too much, it might not work." She requested, authoritatively. He nodded slowly, and braced his arms by grabbing the lip of the table.

Slowly, she leaned forward, allowing her warm breath to tickle his areola, before her tongue snaked out and flipped the tip of his nipple. She heard his breath catch, and she did it again, netting the same response. "Well, there's that one." She said softly.

"Nooooo." He whispered softly, "I...I think it needs more." He bit his lip, then, to stifle the whimper growing in his throat.

She pressed the flat of her tongue to his puckering bud, slowly dragging it across until the bar in her tongue hit the bar in his nipples. "Oh god." He managed to choke out, and she smiled slowly, then lapped liberally at his nipple, bathing it in her saliva, alternating the flat of her tongue with the tip, stabbing, licking, and finally sucking until he was arching against her mouth

Satisfied she'd gotten everything she could out of that side, she turned her attentions to the other, repeating the treatment until he was shuddering under her mouth, cock rigid in his jeans, arms straining to keep him upright. When she finished, she pulled away slowly, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Even if licking his nipples was all she'd ever get, she was happy with it.

"I think..." He whispered huskily as he straightened up, "That you need to...adjust...that tongue ring." She blinked in confusion until he stood up, seizing her roughly by the arms and dragging her to him. She opened her mouth to protest the manhandling, only to have him dip his tongue into her mouth. The protest died instantaneously and she kissed him back, tongue stroking his in return. She didn't know how long they stood there locked in a fierce kiss, and she didn't care. The shop could have burned down around her head and she would have still stood there, consumed as she was with the sense of him, the feel of him, his fingers digging deeply into her arms.

He worked his way down her jaw with gentle nips and nibbles, and she tilted her head back for better access. Gingerly, he flicked her Madison with his tongue, a movement which caused her to whimper. Slowly he took the ring in his mouth and sucked gently. She pressed herself against him, fingers running over his back as he toyed with the piercing at her throat. His hands slid down her torso to the hem of her tank top, then quested beneath it, fingertips stroking her ribcage.

She pulled away from him, frantically yanking the tank top off over her head and tossing it in the corner before lunging at him, seizing his face and kissing him again and again. He recovered from the attack quickly, turning her and lifting her up to set her on the table. Pulling away from her barrage of kisses, he peppered her throat neck and shoulders with nips of his own, fingers working the clasp on her bra to free her tits for his sampling.

He pulled the bra from her shoulders once he'd gotten the clasp undone, tossing it into the corner with her tank top and his shirt, and took a moment to admire her own set of pierced nipples. She leaned back, bracing herself on her arms, arching her back, wantonly giving him access to her breasts. He took the unspoken offering and gently began to lap at her nipples, first one, then the other, alternating slowly. She purred her appreciation as he worked, his arms around her to help hold her up. He continued to suckle at her ever tightening buds until she was gasping for breath, shuddering in his arms. Releasing her, he stepped back to admire her again for a moment, and was about to reach for her when she slowly sat up, heavy lidded eyes regarding him as she unbuttoned her shorts, raising her hips to pull them off, revealing the white thong underneath. With a flick of her wrist, she threw the shorts into the pile of clothing, then knelt before him in one fluid motion. She deftly unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. After the tongue lashing he'd given her nipples, she was dying to wrap her lips around his cock, especially if it was anything like the imprint it was making on his jeans and had made in her mind during lonely, boring hours at work since she'd pierced him.

With agonizing slowness, she pulled down his jeans and boxers together, allowing his heavy dick to swing freely. Her eyes almost lit up as she regarded his large, swollen member, appreciating the heft, weight, and length of it. His fingers clenched as he looked down at her. Slowly, he took his dick in his hand and offered it to her, wordlessly expressing his need.

She glanced up, a smile flickering over her mouth, before she began to run her tongue along the length of his shaft, long, wet licks that left him slicked with saliva. Once he was fully moistened, she began a nibbling, suckling kiss around the head of his cock, then, with painful slowness, inhaled his shaft centimeter by centimeter until she'd taken all she could and then some. Whatever she couldn't stuff in her clasping throat she held in her hands. Once he was situated, she began to suck, hard, in earnest, one hand making up for what she couldn't suck, the other gently stroking his balls. His head lolled back, rolling on his shoulders as he whimpered in time with her sucking.

She could have gone on for hours, just deep-throating him until she'd gotten her fill of it, but she could tell he was getting closer to cumming, the way he was starting to grunt with every twitch of her tongue on his shaft. She toned down the blow job in increments before pulling away altogether and rising to stand up.

Her standing gave him just enough time to recover, and he growled, primal. "Hhhmiiiinnne..." Before taking her by the shoulders and spinning her around, forcing her to bend against the table. "I'm going to fuck you so hard..." He said around ragged breaths, "That you won't remember your name."

"Then do it." She responded breatlessly, pressing slowly back against him with a roll of her hips. Reaching back, she slid her thong down her legs, then returned to suggestively press against him.

"Oh, I will." He breathed, seizing his cock in one hand, holding her shoulder with the other. He dragged his prick through her growing wetness, slicking himself up with the remains of her blow job and the fluids from her pussy. He began to aim his dick towards her cunt but spied her puckered brown hole. Taking his hand off her shoulder, he passed his free hand through her wetness as he continued to stroke her folds with his dick. His damp fingers reached for her tight backdoor, stroking tentatively.

"God, yes, please." She moaned, reaching around to pull her ass cheeks apart for him. Encouraged, he worked a finger into her asshole, slowly pumping in and out of her. She had to bury her face in the table to stifle the coos emanating from her throat which were growing steadily louder. As she began to relax, he worked a second finger in, his cock throbbing against her pussy lips, wanting to replace his fingers.

Once he'd gotten her ass and his dick as damp as he could, he slowly angled his cock at her tight rosebud. At first, he was met with resistance, but eventually she opened up to allow him entry, and he began to push himself into her most private hole.

"Like that like that like that..." She chanted softly, releasing her ass cheeks, one hand grasping the table, the other going to stroke between her legs. "Jesus, fuck me."

He obliged her, working himself about halfway into her butt hole, before pulling back, netting himself a soft squeal for the effort. Back and forth, he withdrew and pushed onwards until he was buried deep in her ass. He admired the view he had of his cock stretching her pink ring wide, then ground into her. He could feel her fingers stroking her pussy between the thin wall of flesh that separated him from her cunt. It only served to stimulate him further.

Slowly, he worked at her, his cock sawing in and out of her ass. Enthralled with the sensation, he barely heard her whimper, "Oh, god, don't stop.' Her ass and pussy were throbbing as she stroked herself and he continued to fuck her, trying to help drive her over the edge. She bit into the padded top of the table to stifle her howl of pleasure as her innards tightened up fiercely around his cock, squeezing him in pulsating rhythm. He could feel the tingling sensation signaling his own orgasm.

"I'm...not going to last long." He panted, slowing down the pace of the ass fucking he was giving her. Once she'd caught her breath, she turned her head, and breathed, "I want you to cum, Joseph...I want you to cum in my ass." The words were like a magic spell and he resumed the fevered thrusting at her backdoor, balls slapping her pussy lips, riding the ever growing waves of tightening frustration until he had to bite back his own scream as he sent a torrent of cum deep into her ass.

After a few moments, the haze cleared and they slowly separated - her with a wince, him with a groan. Bodies aching with exertion, they hunted down their clothing, redressing silently.

"Erm..." She coughed gently, "Your piercings are fine." She began to smile, and he laughed.

"I'm sorry. I just...had to think of some reason to come back." He smiled sheepishly.

"I'm glad you did." She replied, almost bashful.

Hopefully, he asked, "Can I see you again?"

She nodded, "Only if you help me reestablish this as a sterile zone." She began to grin.

He grinned back and nodded as she handed him gloves and cleaner.