Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
AGENTS OF SHIELD: Chapter Two
By Wojo Martin
Second of three stories in the tales of the cohort of recent college graduates employed by the fictional Shield Insurance, a huge nationwide insurance firm located in the small factory town of Wanowee, Wisconsin. Even more than the first chapter, this is a basically character-driven romantic/erotic bit of fiction rather than a "quick wank" story.
It is partly inspired by many of the people I met while working emergency room security in college. Some (definitely not all) of the staff and the cops and ambulance EMTs were amongst the best people I have ever known. Also, some of the patients and their friends and families made indelible impressions on me. Twenty years later, I can still see them. I was a good shoulder to cry on, and somehow it showed.
This story features “straight” sex between consenting young adults and a solo female with her toy.
April Price cursed as she dropped the razor to the floor of the tub. Brigid was waiting to get into the bathroom to clean up for her romantic weekend with Ollie, at a nice hotel in Lake Geneva no less. April had assumed she would be finished in the bathroom before Brigid got done with her late work meeting, but now she had wound up in her friend’s way. April's little hands just wouldn't seem to obey her desire to get done quickly so that she could get out of her roommate's way. Finally, she finished shaving her legs and turned on the shower to wash off the shaving cream. April couldn't resist the urge to make it a full shower. No time to play with the hose on the showerhead tonight, though, just a quick scrub. Besides, she didn't want to use up all the hot water—again. Life without a man had made her a bit of a shower-hog.
April finally emerged from the steamy little bathroom, wearing only a towel on her head. Brigid, a big bath towel draped over the shoulder of her naked body, just couldn't resist a playful slap to April's round little arse as she passed through the kitchen. "And sure, there's ar little Bohemian wench, always cleaner and more well-shaven than any rosspot yer like ta see! Except fer that beautiful ginger minger down there!"
"Told you I'm a poser, Bridgey," she said and walked on through the living room and into her bedroom. As the shower came on in the bathroom, April rummaged through her dresser for a nice pair of black panties and matching bra. She liked her bra to fit snugly; even after five years of having pierced nipples, she loved to see the way the little rings showed against the tight fabric.
Not that anyone was likely to see the piercings, not with the way things had been going of late. Brigid finding Ollie had buoyed April's hopes for a bit, but that was old news now. It had been some time since April had seriously believed in the notion that she was going to find herself a man in Wanowee. And that was a shame, because she had found friendship her;, and despite her Chicago upbringing she had come to love the slower pace of the town of 25,000 Wisconsinites.
April dropped the towel from her light brown hair and went to work with the hair dryer for several minutes before she walked to the closet and slid into one of the many flowing dresses she kept there. She went to the jewelry box and picked out her favorite crystal necklace. April checked her ensemble in the mirror. It was a weekend, so she didn't need to worry about office rules. She slid a tiny stud into her left nostril and a small hoop into her brow. She looked basically the same as she had in college the past five years, maybe a little fuller in the bust. Her dress was only moderately low-cut, but since it seemed everyone was taller than her anyway, it gave an adequate peep to interested parties, should there be any.
April walked over to the canvas in the corner of the room, squeezed a little orange onto her palate and added a few licks of flame to the picture of nude Greek women dancing around a pyre while Dionysius leered down from an elevated throne of twisted grapevines. It was an eternal project, never quite finished to her satisfaction. No matter how much orange and amber she added, she could never capture the heat of the women's frenzied lust. She knew the missing element was in the expressions of Dionysius and the women, but she was so far from being able to capture it that she never even put a brush near their faces. She had even tried to find inspiration playing with her little silver battery-operated friend while watching her own expression in the mirror, but it was never genuine enough. She finally grimaced and put the brush down, double-checking her hands to make sure they had no paint on them.
With a heavy sigh of resignation, April grabbed her big bag with the long strap and headed toward the door. She didn’t make it that far. The painting and the thoughts of carnal pleasures it inspired had gotten to her—again. She wasn’t unmoved by the notion of what Brigid and Ollie would be doing all weekend, either. After the couple’s first night together, they had stopped fucking on the couch when April was home, but unless she played music pretty loudly, she could sometimes hear Bridgey’s forthright exclamations of ecstasy from the bedroom on the opposite side of their little apartment. One thing April had learned for certain was that Ollie had a long “pipe.” Brigid didn’t get into details unless April asked, and sometimes she did, but the Irish girl couldn’t contain her enthusiasm in the throes of passion.
April wasn’t into Ollie, even if he did have great hair and the aforementioned lengthy pipe, but she sure as hell wanted a little of what Brigid was getting from him. April sat down on the edge of the bed, removed her light sweater, dropped her black panties to the floor and hiked her dress past her hips in both the front and back. She reached into the nightstand for her little silver friend. She switched it on and lay back sideways on her bed as she began to tease herself.
April just let the buzzing relax her as she started, not going directly to her most sensitive spot, nor pushing the little toy inside of her intimate spaces. She did roll back and let the toy touch the puckered hole on her bottom. On rare occasions, she had even pressed the tip of the toy inside of the tiny hole, but this was not going to be an intense session, just a release of tension before she headed out for the evening.
April let her mind wander. There was a man—an impossible man—that she fancied. Her experiences with him had been almost entirely negative, but she somehow fancied him all the same. He was big and rough, and that was not her type, but April had imagined what he would have been like if he suddenly revealed a sweet and gentle side. She whispered his name, and went to her clit with the toy. Juices began to flow, and she quickly double-checked that her dress was still well above her hips. She slid the toy inside of her now ready vagina. “Pussy,” she giggled. “Cunny.” “Cunt.” “Fuck-box.” “Snatch.” She liked to whisper dirty words even though she was not a filthy talker by nature. “Cum-catcher.” Saying the words touched a girlish spot inside of her that still felt like she was getting away with something that she wasn’t supposed to do. April had never even really cussed until college. She now thought that she may have been the most repressed little Boho girl in the world.
She pushed the little toy a bit deeper into her cunny. It brought on fantasies of the big rough man’s hands probing her, and she brought the toy back up to her clit. “Clitoris.” “Clit.” “Button.” “Bean.” The words made her feel naughty. She pushed the toy back inside of her pussy. This time she imagined something else. “Penis.” “Unit.” “Cock.” “Member.” “Fuck-stick.” “Dick.” “Pipe.” The last word she had added in the time she had known Brigid. In her imagination, the big man lowered himself gently on top of her tiny little body. His thrusts into her were long, gentle and slow, and April imitated them with her toy. This was where she had imagined the session going. Soon, though, she imagined that her sexual prowess had driven the big man to unleash a bit more of his strength and roughness. She ran the toy to her backside again. “Asshole.” “Rosebud.” “Anus.” “Backdoor.” She let the toy press ahrd against it, but did not push it inside.
She returned the toy to her increasingly aroused pussy. She fucked it vigorously, imagining that the man had grown more aggressive. Her tiny body was helpless to resist his powerful drive, and she joyfully yielded to him. She was driving him to this, after all. He had grown rough, because she permitted him to. She was secretly in control, but she wasn’t. He always brought out conflicting emotions in her. Her finger found its way to her asshole, and this time she did penetrate herself. It was far beyond her real world experience to be roughly fucked by a man while he drove a finger inside of her backdoor, but in her fantasies, she was a wild Bohemian with no boundaries. The toy buzzed while her imaginary lover pounded her mercilessly.
She began to approach her climax, and brought her free arm across her face and began to kiss her bicep, imitating kissing the huge, strong lover she now pictured inside of her. “Oh, shit,” she cried softly as she finished. “Orgasm.” “Cumming.” “Climax.” “Sweet release.” She switched off the toy, but let it linger inside of her as she breathed deeply and felt a wave of relaxation pass over her. “Fuckslut.” She giggled. “Whore.” “Bitch.” “Wanton thing.”
The bedroom door opened and Brigid stepped in. “Oh, God-dammit, Apricot, I am so sorry. I thought ya already left. I was gonna grab that necklace ya said I could borrow.”
“It’s on the dresser,” April said quietly, sliding the toy back into the nightstand and pulling her dress back down.
“Yer not mad are ya?” Brigid said as she tried to put on the necklace but had trouble with the clasp.
“No. It was an accident. Besides, I feel pretty good right now. I just-uh-finished.”
“You, look beautiful right now, April,” Brigid said, blushing slightly. “You’re a gorgeous girl, and you’re all flushed… and dammit, that’s hot.”
“So are you. Too bad we’re not lesbians like everyone thinks. Well, I guess not so much for you with you and Ollie going at it like bunnies. No wonder the Irish have so many damned kids!”
Brigid laughed. “I do love my man,” she sighed.
“Good thing, too. I don’t begrudge you your happiness when you appreciate it so much. If you took it for granted, I’d probably want to strangle you.”
“Threats from tiny pacifists usually aren’t that scary, Apricot. But ye’ve got me shaking. See, I can’t get this damned necklace on.”
“You’re trying to clip a screw-on clasp, ya daft Sally. But I guess you’ll get plenty of practice screwing this weekend. Sit down here and wait a second.” Brigid sat down on the bed. April walked to her easel and grabbed one of the cleansing wipes she used to remove paint from her hands. She was a very neat Bohemian. She cleaned her hands and then returned to put the necklace on her best friend. The Irish girl did have a bit of a tremor going through her body. “Why are you so nervous?”
“We never had a big romantic weekend before. To tell ya the truth, I’ve never spent a noight in a hotel with a man before.”
“Um, I think the physics are pretty much the same as they are when you spend the night at Ollie’s. Just spread your legs and moan a lot. He’ll take it from there.”
The girls giggled. “April, I’ve never been as serious with a man before as I am with Ollie. This weekend, if it goes roight, the way things are going between us… Ollie has been different this week, serious and thoughtful. It makes a little nervous, but it’s so sexy the way he has been treating me like I’m the only thing in his world. April, I know it’s only been two months, but this relationship… It’s the one. I know it is. And I think he does, too. And I sometimes imagine what it’d be like to have that boy put a snapper in my belly.”
“You’d be a wonderful mother, Bridgey.”
“I love you, Apricot. Yer the best mate I’ve ever had.” Brigid hugged her.
"I love you, too, Bridgey.” They released the hug, and Brigid began to walk out. “Have a good time, Bridgey," April called to her. "Please do something I wouldn't do!" Brigid nodded and shook her ass in anticipation of what she might get to do with Ollie over her romantic getaway weekend. She grabbed her purse and bag and headed out.
A few minutes later, April had decided it was time to face the real world and stepped out into the unseasonably warm late October night. She hit the steps at sidewalk level and turned left, then right, then back left. Feeling like a fool, she kept heading to her left, no idea where to go. She was in the "wild" town of Wanowee, Wisconsin. Where the hell was there for a faux Bohemian girl to go?
With a twinge of regret, she realized she was headed toward the downtown "Strip" and Mitch's store. Mitch was a cute little man, thirty-ish with a gentle smile and gorgeous blue eyes. But, like most of the men April had ever grown close to, Mitch was as every bit as interested in finding a good man as she. For almost as long as she could remember, April had always been known as two things, a New Age hippie chick and a "fag hag." Well, she was certainly guilty of the second charge. She had a sinking feeling she was about to help Mitch close up the store and then settle in with him for a marathon session of GLEE episodes or Mitch's peculiar favorite, BIG LOVE. (What exactly drove a gay man to be captivated by a story of a conservative Mormon with a handful of wives, neither of them had been able to sort out. Perhaps opposites did attract.) At least she got free spiked gourmet coffee out of the deal, and besides, Mitch made her laugh when she wanted to cry.
She was not surprised to find "Beans and Books" deserted when she walked in. "Oh, you sexy beast!" Mitch declared without looking up as he heard the door chime. "How did you end up with me on another Friday night? Viggo Mortensen stand you up again?"
"He could stand me up or lay me down, Mitch. Either way."
"I know exactly what you mean, sweet child. I know exactly what you mean. How many fingers you want?" She held up three. Mitch clucked and poured a healthy dose of Kahlua, peppermint schnapps and a dash of sugar into one of the extremely heavy, but somehow comforting to hold, mugs he made on his own pottery wheel. Then he filled it with his best coffee and topped it with creme. April took a seat by the open window so that a cool breeze washed over her. "I've got to go empty the trash can outside before I lock up. The town puts it there, but do they ever empty it? Sweet Baby Jesus to fuck no!"
April laughed and nearly spit her first sip of coffee. Even Brigid's working class Irish-isms sometimes suffered in comparison to the creative profanity Mitch effortlessly dropped in conversation. Mitch smiled at her and wiped a dollop of crème from her chin. "Great gobs of fellatio, what have you been doing, filthy bitch? Anyway, the frakking trash... I come in to open the store on a fall day and I've got a swarm of bees waiting to greet my customers. I have to empty it at night after the little buzzers settle down. Got stung trying to do it in the morning! Where's my look of sympathy?... Thank you! One of these days, we'll have a good hard frost like Motherfucking Nature intended, and that will be the end of it until next year." April smiled and nodded and grabbed a book of erotic prints to skim while she waited.
It seemed he was gone a long time, but she knew he had to go around the corner of the building to get to the dumpster in the alley. She looked out the window after a bit and noticed that Mikey Skardowski was standing across the street, looking toward the store. He had an inscrutable but intense expression on his face. Was he looking her way? She hoped not. Oh God, there was no doubt that he was! He was coming into the store!
She and Brigid had gotten into quite a feud with Mikey and his friends, Jerry and Teddy (all from her Shield cohort,) after a drunken Packer Monday Night Football party at Vander Voot's Sports Bar. Mikey had spent the whole night explaining American football to Brigid and then thought he was about to score himself. Brigid hadn't known he was going for that; she thought he was just being a good friend. Embarrassed when he got rejected, he shouted at Brigid and called her a pricktease. Things got worse once he got Bridgey's Irish up. Everyone's night got all banjaxed; April had been in a heavy makeout session with Teddy and dropped him cold to go to Brigid's aid. Except for dear sweet Ollie, the popular crowd that swirled around Jerry and Teddy had turned a big-time junior high cold shoulder to the girls.
"Oh Goddess," she whispered, looking at the hulking Mikey. "He's going to give me a hard time because he caught me without Brigid." Brigid's sharp Irish tongue and strong personality kept the brutes at bay most of the time, but April didn't have that kind of fighting spirit. Everyone in this football-crazy town seemed to think Mikey was a big deal because he had been a starting tight end for the UW-Whitewater Warhawks when they won a Division III National title, but even he wasn't eager to lock horns with Brigid again. It had become almost comical the way he averted his eyes and tried not to start trouble with them at work. At times like that she had to admit that she found the man cute—hell, adorable even. The big rough football hero fumbled for excuses to leave the room when he was alone with one of them. "Oh, April," she thought," not that pun."
Suddenly, Mikey’s face grew dark. He launched himself across the street toward the store with an angry look on his face. "HEY!" he roared. It was terrifying to see him this way, and he was headed right toward her. April closed her eyes and prayed he'd go away. "Leave the little guy alone, ya pricks!"
What had he said? "Little guy?"
"Oh shit, Mitch!" April whispered and headed for the door. Mikey disappeared around the corner, into the alley. April followed, her three quarters-full mug of hot spiked coffee still in her hand. She rounded the corner to see that two locals had been shoving Mitch around in the alley. One of them knocked him to the ground and kicked him in the ribs, but he stepped back away when they saw Mikey.
"Get the fuck outta here!" Mikey said.
"Hey, no problem, big boy," one of them said. "You know that guys a fag, right? Just teaching him a lesson."
"Sure thing. Sure thing. Be cool." They began to go, but when Mikey turned away and offered a hand to help Mitch to his feet, one of the locals grabbed a piece of broken board and charged from behind.
"Mikey!" April yelled. The big man turned at the last second and got a forearm up to block the blow. With amazing fluidity, he kicked the assailant in the gut with a left leg front kick and used the momentum to come over the top of the crumpling attacker with a long straight right square into the face of his onrushing friend. Mikey didn't get his full hip rotation into the blow, but it still dropped the second man like a stone. He stepped back and drew into a defensive stance, but neither man rose to challenge him. One was unconscious; the other incapable of catching his breath. Mikey glanced back to see if Mitch was okay.
"Chuck-fucking, Norris!" Mitch gasped as he rose up to his feet. "That was—oh great gobs of greasy shit! Look out! Incoming!"
Unfortunately, Mitch wasn't the only one who had unexpected friends show up to the party. Four tough-looking men had emerged from the bar across the street. April knew instinctively that they weren't there as a Neighborhood Watch.
"April, get behind me," Mikey said softly. "Dude, can you fight?" he asked Mitch.
"I'd sure as Liddell better fucking try!"
"Fuckin' ay right, Iceman." Mikey gave him a confident half-smile and a nod. "Don't worry, bud. You got this," he said. April was terrified by the whole situation, but couldn’t help feeling a bit of—hero worship? She guessed that was what it was. At any rate, she and Mitch drew strength from Mikey’s courage. April had never been in a fight in her life. She had always been too much of a pipsqueak to even get in girl fights with her prep school tormentors. As an adult she had come to choose a pacifist philosophy. She knew she was more likely to get in Mikey's way than be of service, but on some level she was driven to rage by what had been done to Mitch. She got behind them, but not very far behind. "I didn't start this," Mikey said clearly as the men approached. "They were roughing up the little guy."
"That'll make 'em fucking terrified of me," Mitch groaned softly.
"Guess you should've minded your own business instead of beating up my cousin, then," the man leading the group said as they closed the final ten yards. "We’ll get the big one first," he told his buddies.
April's heart raced in terror as they closed in and arced around Mikey and Mitch. A sudden impulse struck her as the leader stepped toward Mikey. She dashed forward and reached under Mikey's elbow, throwing her hot, alcohol-laced coffee into the man's face. He screamed in pain and swung wildly. Mikey brought up another front kick, but standing fully upright this time, he landed his foot right underneath the man's chin. He was knocked backwards to the pavement.
Two more men jumped Mikey, and one went for Mitch. Mitch showed some guts and some quick hands as he landed three quick punches to his assailant. But the man was much bigger than him, and little Mitch just couldn't put him down. The man grabbed Mitch by the front of the shirt and threw him viciously, sending Mitch off balance and into the wall. April rushed to the fray and tried kicking the man in the crotch from behind. She came up short and hit him square on the rump instead. He hit her on the cheek with a backfist and April went down hard on her backside. She had never been struck by an adult before. It flashed white for a second and then purple. After the shock passed, it hurt even more than she had feared it would.
"Stay down, bitch!" the man roared. "Or I'll tear you a new cun—" He never finished his brutal threat. A sickening cracking sound filled the alley as Mitch punched the man in the back of the skull. An old garbage lid was in Mitch's fist, and he threw three more straight rights into the man's head, always striking him with the center of his improvised "brass knuckles." This time the man went down.
Mikey was in some trouble. The duo now fighting him was a fair deal more competent than the original pair of assailants. April grabbed Mitch and pulled him toward Mikey. They tackled the man closest to them. Mitch wound up underneath him and effectively used the trash can lid as a shield while the man tried to rain blows down on him. He roared with animal fury as he began to wrest the shield from Mitch.
April searched for something she could use as a weapon. She spotted her heavy coffee mug lying intact where she had dropped it when she had gone to help Mitch. She grabbed it, not having any idea how she should use it. She turned and saw the man had pried the lid away from Mitch and was rising up to hammer him. "Full mount!" he crowed. "Ground and pound, bitch!"
April decided to throw the mug at the man's big ugly head. She was only five feet away, but she missed and the mug struck Mikey, who had rushed over to aid Mitch after finally downing his tough opponent. Mikey toppled forward, out cold. His hulking body knocked the man off of Mitch, and pinned him beneath Mikey. Mitch scrambled to his knees, grabbed the trash can lid and smashed it down into the man's face. He ceased to struggle.
The leader of the group had managed to get back to his feet, as had the man Mikey kicked in the first fight. The leader pulled a butterfly knife from his back pocket and turned toward April. "Finish off the faggot. The bitch is mine." April wasn't quite sure, but she thought the twisted expression on his face was a smile. She was certain that after life of pacifism she was going to die in an alley filled with violent men. Mitch sprang to her side and held the shield in front of her.
Suddenly, a familiar "br-whoop" rent the air. Then a voice boomed over a PA. "WANOWEE POLICE! Eddie, drop the fucking knife or my partner will fire." Two cops stood outside a cruiser that had pulled up to block off the end of the alley. A grizzled sergeant held a PA mic in his hand; his partner lay with his upper body draped across the front of the car and a 12-guage shotgun leveled at the knife-wielding man. It was a can't-miss shot. April and Mitch hit the deck. Mitch covered her head with his upper body and held the lid over them. Another cruiser squealed to a stop behind the first; then two cops on bicycles arrived, and finally a county sheriff's SUV. All the cops cruised the Strip on Friday night.
Eddie and the other man had apparently done this before. Eddie dropped the knife and they both put their hands on top of their heads and waited until the cuffs were slapped on them. "Which one of the boys finally knocked the big fucker out?" Eddie asked as two cops brought him to his feet.
Mitch looked at April. "I did," she whispered, crawling to Mikey and cradling his head. The cops and Eddie all stared for a moment in disbelief. Then as Eddie turned, his foot struck the coffee mug, and he put it all together.
"Fuckin' crazy hippie bitch!" He cackled to himself maniacally as they led him away. "Caffeine is a drug you know!" he called as he was shoved roughly into a squad car.
"Bobby, thank god," Mitch said, addressing the police sergeant who had taken control of the scene. "We were in some trouble here. That fucking amaze-atastic boy in the polo shirt saved my ass. Along with my little wildcat here!"
"Mitchy, you're my favorite little cousin, but are you telling me the three of you took on Eddie Waller and five of his friends?"
"Of course we did."
"That's what I said, cuz."
"Sergeant, Mikey's hurt!" April said.
"So's everybody else in this alley. You got a hell of a shiner yourself, Mary Moon!" Mitch grabbed Bobby by the arm and walked him away for a moment. In a whispered conversation in which he talked urgently and gestured emphatically, Mitch explained the situation. Bobby nodded.
"Ellis, Powers. Can the county do Wanowee a favor and take these two to the hospital and keep an eye out for the other ones when they get there? These two Shield kids are big damned heroes from the sound of it. Biggs, call for at least two ambulances. Vander Houk, look up priors and warrants on the rest of these assholes. Not a one of them I haven't seen at the station before."
Two burly sheriff's deputies dragged Mikey to their SUV. Bobby gently took April by the arm. "Don't worry, April. I love Mitch like a little brother. None of these assholes are going to bother him or his friends again. This state has a hate crime enhancer, and all of these guys have been arrested before. You’ll be safe. We take care of the good people here in Wanowee." April had never been spoken to respectfully by a policeman before, but she could see how sincere Bobby was. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek and then hurried to catch up to her ride. “Pretty little hippie,” Bobby muttered as he touched the cheek and watched her scurry away.
On the ride over to the hospital, with the two friendly deputies occasionally checking to see if she was okay, April had a moment to try and piece together her thoughts. It was difficult to make sense of the last ten minutes, even more so with Mikey's head in her lap. Fantasies notwithstanding, he had been one of "the enemy soldiers" for so long. Now, she had to admit that she looked at him as kind of a hero. A song lyric popped into her head. "He's gotta be strong; he's gotta be fast; and he's gotta be fresh from the fight!" Bonnie Tyler had never mentioned conscious.
Mikey stirred a little and began to come to. He looked up at her with blurry eyes. "April, the Pretty Hippie," he muttered and slipped back under for a minute. She blushed.
"What did he say, Ellis?" one of the deputies asked the other softly.
"I think he called her a pretty hippie." Ellis chuckled as he answered.
"Nothing wrong with his eyes," Powers responded.
"No shi—sorry, miss. We didn't mean nothing disrespectful."
April progressed to another shade of crimson. "'Pretty Hippie' I can live with. And don’t worry; you guys have been sweet."
The deputies struggled to get Mikey out of the back seat and into a wheelchair, but he came around a bit and was able to help them a little. "Wait!" he slurred as they started to wheel him inside the ER. "Bridjuh!"
"I'm April, Mikey." She put her hand on his.
"Tell Bridjuh I'm s-s-sorry. Ize drunk. Ize wrong."
"I'll tell her." April followed them inside, displeased with herself for the nasty little feeling in her belly when he had been concerned about her roommate instead of her. But what did she expect? Mikey had hit on Brigid before, and the gorgeous Irish lass had always drawn more men than April. She stayed with Mikey as they entered the ER proper.
"Miss!" a nurse called out as they went past the main desk. "I need some info on your boyfriend."
"Wha—oh—I'm not his...he's just—a—a—friend."
"Too bad...he's a big strapping young one, isn't he?" The nurse caught herself. "Sorry, that's just me, a busybody. Marlene," She said and held out her hand.
"April." She took the woman’s hand and met her kind gaze.
"April. Pretty. It fits you. You want some ice? Your eye."
"Oh. It's too late now. I'll just have a shiner for a while."
"Okay, sweetie. What's your friend's name?"
"Mikey. Michael Skardowski."
"Oh, my stars! I thought I knew him! My boy played at Whitewater. Did you see that catch Mikey made against Mount Union on ESPN? He fought three men for that ball and hauled it down inside the ten. Three men, can you believe it?"
"Yes. I really can."
"I—I don't know it. We—we're work friends."
"Who would have it?"
"Ollie! Let me call him." April reached down for her purse and realized she didn't have it. No ID, no phone. It was all in "Beans and Books." She looked around for a phone and noticed that Bobby was just walking into the ER, carrying a big bag with a long strap.
"New look for you, Bobby," Marlene called out.
"Thought you might want this," He said to April. He grinned and winked at Marlene. "Hey, gorgeous, when's your shift over?"
"About half an hour before your wife's done with her shift up in maternity."
“Half an hour? That gives us time,” he said with a laugh.
“From what your wife says, it gives us enough time and twenty-seven extra minutes!” She matched him in playfulness.
April walked away from them and called Ollie. "Ollie? It's April. Look, Mikey and I were in a fight, and I'm in the hospital...Stop screaming! Stop that! He was on my side! If I would have fought against Mikey, I'd be in intensive care. He's Chuck-fucking Norris! Look, he’s unconscious in the ER, and I need to get contact info for him. Do you still have phone numbers for the guys from the Shield cohort? None of us are in the Wanowee phone book yet...yeah, go ahead. Got it. Whose number is it?...Oh, that's just great... You will? That would really help me out. I can't deal with him right now. Have him call my cell. I'll just put him on with the nurse... NO! You two are NOT cancelling your weekend. I'm fine! You’d better stay in Lake Geneva; I mean it. Ollie, if I see you before Sunday, I won't talk to you anyway. Either of you! Love you both."
April did no more than say hello to Jerry, Brigid's first and greatest antagonist, when he called. She put him on with Marlene and headed after Mikey. April spent half an hour outside radiology waiting for her newfound hero. Bobby showed up and took her statement. She sniffed back a few tears, but kept her composure. Bobby patted her hand and reassured her. He told her that they were going to take Mikey to an empty cube in the overflow area so that they didn't run into anyone they didn't want to see. The rest of the men from the fight were being brought into the ER. He also let her know that the building was filled with cops. "What else would you expect in a building staffed with all these pretty nurses, eh?"
Mikey saw April when he came out and gave her a thumbs-up and a tired smile. The gorgeous radiology assistant gave April a once-over and couldn't quite hide her disappointment that there was a pretty young woman waiting for the big hunk of muscle she had just met.
Marlene showed up a moment later. "Here's your phone, April. You looked bushed. Want some coffee? They're going to be in with him a while." Marlene brought her some coffee in a white Styrofoam cup. "I hear you're a demon with a coffee mug. So, I figured the foam cup was safer." April gave a little laugh and then suddenly broke down in tears. "Oh, little April, he's going to be just fine." Marlene sat next to her and put her arm around her. April put her head on Marlene's shoulder. She realized she liked the smell of the full-figured forty-something Marlene. Up close and in the aura of her light perfume, April couldn't smell the anti-septic "hospital smell." And somehow, that made her feel safer. Marlene stroked her hair and whispered "Let it all out. Let it all out." April did.
"Tonight," April finally whispered after a long bout of tears, "I met the absolute worst people I've ever met in my whole life, and also four or five of the best I've ever known. Thank you, Marlene." After a while, Marlene got up and went to Mikey's cube. She came back with a sad smile.
"They're checking him in for the night. Just for observation. He'll be out in the morning. And his friend Jerry is here. What an asshole."
"He's Mikey's best friend. But I don't want to deal with him. I'll just go home."
"You sure, Sweetie?" April nodded. "Okay. Bobby will get you where you need to go."
April rode in her second police vehicle of the night. She didn't even notice at first that he wasn't taking her home. Mitch had already called Brigid and convinced her to stay in Lake Geneva. Then he had left instructions with Bobby to drop off April at his house.
April cried herself to sleep with her head in Mitch's lap. She had terrible dreams: Dreams of Eddie's twisted smile in which he pulled his terrible knife and killed Mitch and then turned on her. Dreams of making love to Mikey and having Jerry and Teddy walking in on them and laughing while Mikey called her terrible names and threw her to the floor. Dreams of Mikey making love to Brigid on April's bed with April pretending to sleep next to them and not notice. Then Brigid turned to her and said, "Did ya really think a short little thin' like ye could get me man?" And worst of all, dreams of her own attacks against the men in the alley. Covered in blood, she staggered out into the street and attacked children and old people who crossed her path. Finally, she took out a big gun and shot Mikey in the chest. He fell to the ground with a final whisper of "pretty hippie."
She would wake with a start and Mitch would rock her back to sleep. She called Jerry's cell on Saturday. She asked how Mikey was doing, "Fuck you, skank!" was all Jerry said before he hung up.
April congratulated herself on her miserable love life. Her two college boyfriends—the pretentious and selfish Ty who stole money from her and the "I guess everyone was right, I really am gay!" Wayne—were the only men with whom she had ever slept. Some Bohemian she was! She would have slept with Teddy—whom she now found wholly contemptible—had it not been for the whole Brigid/Mikey incident at the Packer party blowing up the entire night for everyone. Now she realized she was falling for Mikey, whom her best friend hated and whose friends hated April.
She left sweet Mitch around noon on Sunday. Mitch had done laundry for her and even managed to get her dress clean; there had been blood on it—not her own. He had babied her all weekend. She was well-rested and fed. She was far more composed, but no less miserable, than she had been at the hospital on Friday night.
To her surprise, Brigid's car was back already. "Hey, Bridgey! I'm home!" she called as she entered. Brigid rushed into the kitchen and hugged her tight.
"I love ya, Apricot!" she whispered. Then she stepped back and held April by the shoulders. "Look, love. I came back a little early this mornin' and who should come knockin' on the door but Mikey!" April's eyes opened wide. "He's doin' just foine. Healthy as a horse, that one." Brigid sensed the growing weakness in April's knees and led her to a kitchen chair. "We've been talkin' fer hours. He found out Jerry hung up on ya. They got in a huge foight. Mikey's gonna be stayin' at Ollie's gaff. I'm at peace with Michael. He's been tryin' ta apologize ta me fer a whoile now, and been too shoy ta do it."
"In his own way. I'm not the only one he's been afraid ta talk to. He's figures he's dug himself into a hole he can't get outta with us. Look, he really wants ta talk with ya. Has wanted ta tell ya something fer a long toime now. I'll be in me room if ya need me. Spent most of a weekend in a big fancy bed and din't sleep a bit." Brigid clutched her left hand to her heart and April saw for the first time that it was not bare.
“BRIDGEY!” she squealed.
Brigid’s eyes began to mist up. “He does EVERYTHING right, and it was perfect. But I want ta take my toime and tell every bit of it roight. My Maid of Honor deserves all the details!”
“Oh, Brigid. You and Ollie… you make me believe anything is possible!”
Brigid looked at April. "Anything is. Do this, love. Talk ta the man." April didn't move at first. Her breath shortened. She couldn't feel her hands. "Look at this pretty one blush! I can see ya want this, love. Go talk ta the man!" April rose and began to walk toward the living room, her stomach filled with butterflies. She paused, but Brigid gave her a push at the hips and then left the room.
April saw Mikey sitting on the couch. He rose the second he saw her. He had a dark welt on his temple, dark rings under his eyes and some scrapes on his hands, but appeared every bit the muscular hero she saw on Friday night. Once again the Bonnie Tyler lyric popped into her head, "He's gotta be strong; he's gotta be fast; and he's gotta be fresh from the fight!" Maybe she had been holding out for a hero. Maybe, just maybe, she had found one.
"I-I called to check on you," she said timidly.
"I know. And the nurses told me on Saturday morning that you stayed at the hospital for a long time."
"How could I not wait until your friends got there? You saved Mitch from those guys. You appeared out of nowhere and saved him. You were like some kind of mysterious cowboy drifter in a Western romance novel. Not that I’d ever read one of those, of course.”
“Of course,” he said, flashing a smile that made her knees weak, but she caught her balance in time. “But April, I didn’t appear out of nowhere. I was out looking for you. I knew you hung out at that coffee shop. I was just going to accidentally wander in while you were there.”
“Oh God,” she whispered. “You came to talk to me, and you wound up saving my friend. And then you put yourself between me and danger. So, in response, I knocked you out cold. I am so stupid!"
"You are beautiful and brave and clever. Those three guys would have mowed right through me if you hadn't taken out the first one with that coffee-in-the-face trick. Then you threw yourself into the fray to help your friend and came back to help me."
"You make me sound like I was some kind of hero. I fucked up, Mikey. I hurt you! I am so sorry."
"You threw a surprisingly dangerous coffee mug at a bad guy and I stepped in the way."
"Okay, I don't quite remember the details of that part. Maybe the throw was a little errant. I've played with some pretty good QB's who didn't make every single throw under pressure, and you were in more danger than they were. April..." he paused and stepped toward her, he brushed her hair back from her face. "You were amazing!" He kissed her lightly on the lips. April's knees grew too weak for her to stand this time, and she unsteadily stepped to the couch and sat down. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He went on softly. "I’ve really liked you for a long time and wasn’t man enough to step out of my friends’ shadow and admit it. Now, I'm taking advantage of an emotional situation. You've been through a lot. I—I'll talk to you again, when you've had more time. Thank you… for everything." He turned to go.
He was leaving! April panicked. She sprang from the couch and tried to grab his arm. She stumbled and clipped him at the knees; he fell down with a heavy thud. He rolled over and looked at her, startled and confused. She crawled on top of him and sat astraddle of him. She leaned in and kissed him. She sat up to look at his reaction. He laughed, loudly. She was certain she had made a clumsy fool of herself. Mikey couldn’t speak but pointed to the kitchen where Brigid had skidded to a stop, cricket bat in hand. She had heard the bodies hit the floor.
"Fock me! Ya scared the livin' shite outta me!" she exclaimed. April and Mikey broke out in full belly laughs. Brigid realized what a sight she must be. The entire situation turned into a full-out crack-up with no one able to stop giggling for several joyous seconds. Mikey regained his composure first.
"Can I get up?" he asked April.
"Oh, lad, ya can't tell me with that pretty hippie jiggling on yer belly that yer not already up!"
"Pretty hippie," April giggled. "I'm a pretty hippie."
"Daft is what ya are! But I love ya, girl. Mikey..." With mock ferocity, she glared at him and patted her bat against her palm. Shaking her head, she left the two principal parties to whatever the hell it was they were doing on the floor.
"You okay, Mikey?" April asked.
"I feel pretty damned good right now," he said gazing at her. He gently grabbed her by both hips and hoisted her straight up off of him like they were executing some type of pairs figure skating lift. She put her knees on the floor alongside him and he rolled to his own his knees before scooping the tiny woman up completely and carrying her toward the couch. April wrapped her arms around his neck and then shook her head.
“If I did what I wanted to right now, Mikey, I’d be the one taking advantage of an emotional situation. And then there’s the head injury. That might be the only explanation for the way you seem to see me. But, please, please ask me out.”
He set her down on the couch, knelt beside her and took her hand. He spoke in the sweet gentle voice April had imagined so many times. “April, would you please go out with me this week?”
“Well, I’m kind of busy training,” she said, tapping him on the chin with a tiny fist. “I have a big fight coming up. Maybe I could fit you in on Wednesday. I’d like you to have a few more days to recuperate before we um—“
“Stay out late on a date?” he offered.
“Yes. You don’t want to ‘stay out late’ before you’ve recovered.”
“Wednesday it is. Nederlander’s?”
“Fellas only take the classiest girls there.”
“Well, I’ll try to live up to that billing.”
“April, you’ve already shown me what you’re made of. I always thought you were pretty and smart, and I love your crazy sense of style. But I never dreamt that you could be so fierce when you had to be. I don’t want to start trouble here, but I think that combination makes you the sexiest girl I’ve ever known.”
“Oh, you’ve already started plenty of trouble here,” April said, touching her heart. “Let’s just not take it anyplace else for now.”
Mikey kissed her tenderly on the lips and brushed her hair back. He placed an even gentler kiss on the bruise below her eye. He squeezed her hand and walked away. As the door closed, April heard a call from Brigid’s room. “Shoulda fecked his brains out while ya had him on the floor.”
“Bridgey, you’re staying at Ollie’s Wednesday, or I’ll paddle you with that cricket bat.”
The next few days, the little trio at the far corner lunchroom table became a quartet. The group at the pushed-together tables pointedly ignored them. The only one who ever even looked their way was Scary Steve, but he would soon look away. April had some old business to take care of with him, and thought of inviting him to join them, but it would have been uncomfortable for everyone. The others were frightened of him. She would have ignored their protests, but then what? He would be stuck at the table with two couples. Well, one couple and one hopefully-soon-to-be couple. He would have been very uncomfortable there. Especially considering… “Another time,” she promised herself and resumed her lunch.
There was a great deal of flirtation taking place over those lunches at the corner table. April had some difficulty controlling her urges when she looked at Mikey’s muscular form. On Tuesday, she decided to slip out of her shoe off and discretely run a foot up Mikey’s leg. She was impressed by how coolly he handled it until Oliver leaned forward and whispered loudly enough for everyone at the table to hear. “April, you know I adore you, but my girlfriend’s sitting right here!”
Mikey and Brigid did the math and figured it out almost instantly. Everyone began to giggle, and April decided to play it for what it was worth. She kept running her leg up and down Ollie’s. Mikey arched an eyebrow and then stood up and grabbed Ollie by the back of the jacket and put him in Mikey’s old chair. He sat in Oliver’s old seat and looked at April. She resumed her game of footsie, this time with the right boy. “Ya know, Oliver dear, with that big horse sittin’ there and blocking the view, no one in this entire room can see where my foot is.” Ollie’s face soon told April that Brigid’s foot was well north of her boyfriend’s knee.
“That’s new,” Ollie said, regaining his composure.
April was a little peeved that someone at the table was playing a bawdier game than she was. “You know, Mikey, Brigid likes to think she’s wild, but just remember you’re the one taking a Bohemian girl out tomorrow night.” Mikey swallowed hard, but April couldn’t tell if he was playacting. She was pleased at his reaction, but then she caught herself. “What are you doing?” she thought. “You’re a poser! Talk about your mouth writing checks your ass can’t cash.”
She kept up the game through lunch, but then was cautious for the rest of Tuesday and all day Wednesday. She didn’t want to get his expectations too high. She was an amateur when it came to sex, and she knew it. A big jock like Mikey had probably been getting girls in his bed since junior high. What was she ever going to show him that he hadn’t already done with some nymphette sports groupie?
Supper Wednesday went so well that even April felt at ease, however. Mikey complimented her on her looks and her wit, but the conversation wasn’t laced with innuendo or teasing. They had gotten to know each other over the past few days. They had found they had few common experiences in their background, but that fact somehow had become a strength in their blossoming relationship. She confessed to being terrified of the jocks that had tormented the gay guys who had always been her friends, and he admitted that he had been embarrassed in classes and at parties a few times by pretentious artsy types who made him feel unsophisticated. April liked the humble side Mikey showed, and he was taken with the way she treated him like he was deep and had opinions worth hearing. Most people had actually liked it better when he played the role of dumb jock, so he had begun to think of himself that way. Now, he found he had the option to be something more, and he liked it.
Of course, the magic moment had to end. It seemed like it always did for April. When she stood to leave at the end of the meal, she didn’t realize there was a waiter behind her. She knocked his serving tray out of his hand, and the man at the next table got a dish of boerenjongens dumped over his head. He leapt to his feet and cursed as the brandied raisins dripped down his face and jacket. He turned on April to bellow at her, and then Mikey stood up. He moved to April and put his arm around her. The man stopped speaking and slumped down into his chair, terrified that he had just sealed his own doom.
April apologized immediately, and the man returned the apology, claiming he was just startled—and that he had obviously overreacted. Mikey hadn’t made a threatening gesture or even given the man a hard glare. Of course he did still have a few bruises on his face, and that probably had served to let the man know that he was a fighter. Mikey showed him nothing but friendly grace. He even offered to pay for dinner for the man’s family, and the man insisted that it was unnecessary. When Mikey repeated the offer, the man accepted it, but offered to buy the young couple a drink. They wound up sitting down and enjoying a nice advocaat with the family. The man explained that the Dutch sometimes enjoyed it as a digestif, and it had long been a family tradition after a nice dinner. April rather liked the creamy drink and enjoyed sips of it as she wiped the raisins from the man’s hair and jacket. When she noticed that the wife wasn’t too happy about what she was doing, April handed her the napkin so that she could wipe her husband’s face.
Finally the wife was enough at ease to ask for the story behind Mikey’s bruises. When he started to explain the events of last Friday night, the man interrupted him. “That was you two! I know Mitch. My wife loves his coffee shop. Good for you, son. And I hear your girl is a real fighter, too!” This was not a reputation April had ever expected to earn. By the time they left, Mikey and April had made new friends and learned a little more about Dutch traditions.
“You are amazing!” April whispered in admiration as they left the table. “That could have gone wrong in so many ways.” She didn’t yet know if she was going to be able to rock her wonderful new man’s world, but she knew she was damned sure going to try.
She invited him in offered him a drink, but he refused the drink. “I feel great right now,” he said. “I don’t need anything besides you to make me feel intoxicated.” Well, that deserved some kind of response! She threw her arms around him and kissed him. He was handsome, kind and sweet and she wanted badly to make love to him. She feared, however, that all she would do was make love to him badly.
Mikey swept her up in his powerful arms. He knew that girls had liked it when he could effortlessly lift and carry them, but he was still a little uncertain that April would react the same as the girls he had dated in the past. She was refreshingly different, and he loved that, but it sometimes left him a little at sea. Her eyes flew open in surprise, but then she threw her arms around his neck and beamed at him. His heart pounded in his chest. Her smile had always pushed buttons he didn’t even know he had. He carried his tiny angel toward the couch. He stopped short as she shook her head. “Dammit, Skardowski! Too fast!” he thought. But then she motioned her head toward her bedroom.
In a moment he set her down upon the bed and reached back with his long leg and closed the door. He sat next to her on the bed and gently brushed her hair back from her pretty face. He caressed her cheek below her eye. "Still have a tiny bit of a shiner." April had forgotten; she reached to cover the bruise with her hand. "You could not look more beautiful, April Price." She took her hand away and placed it on his cheek instead.
"Lie down, Mikey." She scooted over to make room and he joined her. "I am going to show you that I am more than a walking disaster area," she said. April got off the bed and stood up, slowly pulling her flowing dress up and over her head to expose the black panties and bra she had recently thought no man would ever see.
He saw the graceful curve of her tiny hips and the swell of her bust. Against her tiny frame, her breasts looked very full. "Wow! That is definitely no disaster area!"
"I haven't even started yet!" she protested, but her blush betrayed that the comment meant a great deal to her. She moved to the foot of the bed, pulled his shoes and socks off and then unfastened his belt and fly before gently removing his slacks as he raised his hips slightly to assist. She took her time loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
Mikey was actually relieved to see her fingers tremble as she worked the buttons. He wasn’t the only one hoping that this night would be the start of something very special. She pulled his shirt away, and he expected her to take off his t-shirt. She stopped to caress his muscular arms and trace her fingers over his broad chest. "You are so much bigger than me. But I don't mind feeling tiny next to you." Mikey actually felt a little like the hero she had told him he was. She kissed his neck and then slowly pulled the t-shirt over his head. He reveled in the warmth of her proximity.
April crawled up between his powerful legs and they sat facing each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and enjoyed several long and lingering kisses. She arched her back as he gently stroked her light brown hair. That placed her breasts firmly against him, and he dropped his kisses down her neck to her breasts. His gentleness moved her to passion. She began to rub her hips against the bulge in his boxer briefs. She moved in a slow circular motion that matched the rolls of her head as she softly moaned in ecstasy. April was feeling swept away just by experiencing the closeness of his beautiful body. Mikey unfastened the clasp of her bra and she let it slide forward until he pulled it away. He kissed her nipples slowly, lovingly playing at her enticing piercings with his tongue. He began to massage the entire breasts with his huge hands.
Part of April wanted badly to let him have his way and take the lead, but she had run her mouth about her wild Bohemian skills. She didn’t know what she could do to live up to her own billing, but just let her body and her heart take the lead. She pushed him down on the bed and began to grind a little harder with her hips. He drew in a long slow breath and closed his eyes. April kept eye contact with him, but slid herself away from him and down the bed, trailing her fingers down his body as she did so. There was so much of him! It seemed forever until she reached the waistband of his shorts. She pulled them with her, but took her time, watching his face intently as she kept his legs prisoner with his own shorts. She resolved that this was not going to go by too quickly. To hell with her bragging! She had waited too long for a real man to be her lover, and she was going to get every second of pleasure she could out of this opportunity.
When she finally pulled the boxers past his ankles, she shifted her gaze away from his face for the first time. She gazed at his naked body and finally at his midsection. She unintentionally let out a little whistle. How would that look against her little hands? She had to find out. She leaned forward on the bed and began to stroke the underside of his erection. “Penis,” she thought. “Cock.” “Huge fucking cock!”
Mikey slowly bucked in pleasure. This girl was so erotic in the way she took her time in getting to things. He was amazed by the sensation of her tiny hand finally grabbing his manhood. She grasped it firmly and began to slowly pump it. Truly, this was a woman who knew exactly how to drive a man wild.
April was amazed by the warmth and firmness of his erection. Her hand was filled with its mass, but she felt that she had the power. Here was this gorgeous male body, toned and muscular, but totally under her control. This wasn't just a beautiful man. This was HER beautiful man. After a few delicious moments, she backed away again.
He picked up his head to see her, and she stood at the end of the bed, enjoying his almost torturous sense of anticipation. He had said that he had wanted to express his feelings for a long time, and by the goddess she was going to make this something special for him. She marshaled herself to take her time in pulling her black panties down and exposing her full reddish brown bush. She slid her finger up the slit, parting the soft ginger sea around it. She touched herself and rolled a nipple ring between the fingers of her other hand. He reached down and began to touch himself with one hand and extended one toward her, clutching the air. She could see how badly he wanted to reach up and take her, and she wouldn't have minded if he did. But she knew she wanted to be in control even more, at least while she could. Still, it was time for both of them to have this exquisite torture give way to the satisfaction of desires.
Mikey’s little Bohemian lover climbed back onto the bed and straddled him. He put his hands on her round little bottom, not forcefully. She dropped her hips to a spot below his erection and then slowly slid the outside of her warm sex up the length of his broad shaft. He couldn’t control his voice; he muttered something. He wasn’t even sure what he had said, but he knew it ended with "sweet little pussy." He snuck a peek to see if she was put off by the words. She liked it!
April heard him mutter that he couldn’t wait any longer to be inside her “sweet little pussy.” She loved the naughty word. She closed her eyes and began to lower herself onto him. “Fucking a man,” she thought. “Riding a cock.” “Grinding.” “Doing him.” Even before she had taken the glans all the way inside of her, her body knew that this was going to be far different than what she had done with her old boyfriends. She lowered herself further. She was so full already, but there was more to go. The length was something more than she'd known before, but it was the overall mass of it that amazed her. She let herself go all the way down to the base. She whimpered a little. This was new. This was a little bit scary. This was fantastic! "Holy shit, now that is a cock!" she whispered. She felt a rush as she spoke aloud naughty words of her own.
Mikey thrilled to her reaction as she lowered herself onto him. He knew he was big, but he was pleased to see that his beautiful lover was taken aback. She was so much more woman than the other girls he had known, but he had made her exclaim with a profanity. He tried to not look too proud, but to have this exquisite creature make such an exclamation filled him with powerful emotion. He had a slight fear that he was wearing a stupid grin. When she looked down at him, he arched an eyebrow hopeful that he somehow looked confident enough for her.
April opened her eyes; he had just the slightest trace of a grin. He arched an eyebrow. He seemed a little cocky to her; he had every right. "No way," she thought. "No way is he going to give me such a wonderful feeling—a better feeling than I’ve ever had—without my giving him something just as good." She began to grind in a circular motion, and his grin was replaced by a look of serene ecstasy. “Do you like that?” she asked, feeling proud of her ability to move him.
"Woman, you...you OWN me!" he whispered.
"Damn right I do!" she thought. She smiled and arched her eyebrow. He took a deep breath, and she began to move up and down, shifting positions and trying different angles. With other lovers she had always put her hands down on the bed alongside when she was leaning forward on top. With him, she found it better to put her hands right on his broad chest. She put her full weight on him; he didn't even seem to notice. She started lifting and dropping her hips with increasing velocity. They were settling into a rhythm that was bringing them to climax. It was going to be over soon. She didn't want it to be.
She had to try something new, something just for him. She slid herself all the way off of him. He lifted his head in surprise. She smiled at him and then turned herself around. She had never been on top of a man and facing away from him, but she knew she wanted to give him one of her firsts. She lowered herself, guiding him into her warmth from behind. "Reverse cowgirl,” she said, not really meaning to have spoken the words aloud. She had seen it in pictures and movies. She had no idea what it would feel like. It took her a second to find a good angle, but when she did she was stunned. Here she was, facing her erotic Bacchanalian painting while a man she couldn't see was filling her from beneath. She leaned forward and put her hands on his knees. She began to arch her back and move her body in an up and down in a slow snaking motion which rocked her on the base of his shaft. Mikey's big palms cupped the cheeks of her bottom and his long fingers massaged them as she continued to snake.
Mikey had had a girl do this to him before, but never had it been so incredibly erotic. This girl was playful, as other lovers had been, but she had an incredible depth of emotion behind the way she did things. “Of course,” he reasoned, “This gorgeous creature is an artist. That must be what being Bohemian is all about, reaching a place where you can let your heart and body run free with joy.” He was moved by the beauty of her soul, and he was at the height of physical pleasure as well. This slow, erotic lovemaking was the most amazing sexual experience of his life!
April was amazed at how the fit between them felt even tighter than it had before. This was the greatest carnal pleasure she had ever known. What must he be feeling, watching her round little bottom and seeing his shaft disappear into her over and over? Surely he had had this done to him before. She couldn’t match those other girls in skill and experience, but she was going to give him every ounce of her spirit and passion. She began to realize that the more of that she gave to try and please him, the better it felt for her. Could this moment get any better? Could she feel more emotion than she felt right now?
She felt his big right hand slip away from her right butt cheek. Was he getting tired? Suddenly, she felt a light tickling sensation. He was stroking a big finger across the rosebud of her backside! She feared he might be going to stick it inside her, and she wasn't ready for that. But she would let him. How could she blame him? She was presenting it. Oh, Goddess, he seemed to know just what she wanted. He stayed with the light, gentle action. She began to grind in a circular motion, and he stopped. "No," she whispered. "Do it again!" He flicked his finger across it a few times. It was a little filthy, she thought for a second, but then she realized that she didn’t care! His touch was kind and erotic. And she didn’t give a damn if anyone would think it was taboo. She lost control of herself. “Do it,” she hissed. “Real nice and slow.” She was glad to give it to him.
Mikey was fearful that he would be pushing it too far, but he just needed to touch the beautiful little rosebud she had presented to him. She was a Bohemian girl after all, and she wasn’t too likely to have hang-ups about gentle touches. As long as he did it kindly and with her pleasure in his mind, she might accept it. It made her change rhythm. He thought that maybe it had turned her off a bit. Then she told him to go ahead and do what the finger wanted to do. He gently worked his fingertip into her. It was such a tiny little hole, but it felt so wild to penetrate her there while she rode him. “Oh, Skardowski,” he whispered. “This tiny girl is going to own every ounce of your will before this night is through!”
April found that she wanted to make sound. Not just wanted to, had to. Just like in the fantasy, she had grown wild and let him put a big finger in her ass. She moaned from somewhere deep inside and then began to make short little whimpering sounds in rhythm with her motions. It was so filthy. “Finger-fucking,” she thought. “Anal play.” That made her wild. In a few brief seconds she began to experience a hard orgasm. She brought him over as well. There was a warm, soft sensation inside of her. She had never been so full of man; she had never been so full of lust; she had never been so full of love.
She slumped forward and he raised his knees slightly, so that she could rest on them. She clutched his legs and hugged them as she panted, in search of her second wind. She felt like she might black out for a second. Then, she regained her senses—and her desire. The finger was gone, but she was overjoyed that she had given that first to him. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to bring him back to hi fullness and then let him loose.
She slid off him and turned sideways on the bed. She took his cock in her hand and held it up so that she could kiss it. It began to swell slightly. It was soon erect enough that she could take it in her mouth. She had never done this after the man had already been inside her, but she had never wanted so badly to go a second round. “Blowjob,” she thought. “Fellatio.” “Giving head.” “Sucking him off.” She couldn’t even come close to getting the whole thing in her mouth. She marveled that it had fit inside of her.
Mikey had never felt so lucky. She was going down on him with long slow licks and then sucking him gently. She was so tender with him, and so comfortable with the way she was reviving him. He thought of a word he had never really used to describe a blowjob. “Classy,” he whispered. “You do everything with so much grace.”
Had she just been called classy and graceful while giving head? Well, maybe she was, because as naughty as she had found the act before, this was something different. It was filled with passionate longing. It made her feel a little like she was everything this man saw when he looked at her. Soon, he was returned to his original mass, and it filled her with desire more intense than she had ever known. It had felt so damned good to have him inside of her, and she had no shame or silly feelings of clumsiness. She wanted him to take her, and she felt no embarrassment in using the words that used to make her giggle. "I'm ready, baby," she purred. "I want you on top of me. Put this beautiful cock in my sweet little pussy, and don't you dare hold anything back."
Mikey was glad to oblige her request. Her lovemaking was exquisite, but he wanted to show her that he had passion in his soul as well. He was going to do everything he could to please her. He was big and strong and rough, and he now understood that she wanted him to show her what he could do with those qualities. It was what he had to offer her in exchange for everything she had given him. Rolling her to her back in the middle of the bed, he rose up and then descended on her. He covered her completely, but his weight was never too much for her. There were some things Michael Skardowski had learned from his lovers. One of them was that even a small girl can support the weight of a big guy during sex. He didn’t really know how it worked, but it only added to his belief that women were a lot stronger than men ever gave them credit for.
April realized how pleasing it was to have so much man on top of her. She had fantasized about it, but never realized how thrilling the mere mass of a strong man could be. And he entered her with such power and certainty. He was an absolute wonder. He was going to own every ounce of her will before this night was over. He picked her bottom up off of the bed and began to take her. She had requested that he hold nothing back. She had teased and then fully stimulated him for a lengthy time, and then brought him back to life so that she could take even more from him. She was ready to free him to do anything he wanted with her body. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good and hard.” The ease with which he handled her and the power behind his movements was unlike any lover she had ever known. He was pounding her harder than any man she had ever experienced, but it felt safer and sweeter than lovemaking had ever been before.
He arched his back up and rose to his knees, effortlessly holding her hips exactly where he wanted them. Mikey gave her everything he had. Hadn’t she done her best for him? He had never met a woman he wanted to fill with his manhood more than her. If he could bring this beautiful woman pleasure, he would be creating his own form of art. He opened up with every bit of desire he had for her, and it drove him to continue throwing himself inside of her. He knew it was too soon and the wrong moment, but he wanted to shout at the top of his lungs that he loved her and never wanted another! He couldn’t stop himself. “I love you so much!” he shouted.
April looked up at his face. Had he said that? By the Goddess, he had! “I love you, Mikey! Take me!” It was all she could do to form words the way he was throwing himself into her, but those words were so powerful that they overcame everything else in the world. She wasn’t just fulfilled, she was loved! And she was in love.
Mikey knew unbridled joy. His dreams were coming true. His lust was being sated, and that was wonderful. But she felt the same way about him that he had felt about her for a long time. Everything in his world was right, and he was about to burst.
April looked into her lover’s face. The expression was unmistakable. It left an indelible image in her mind, a treasure forever. He was about to release his passion inside of her again. She wanted that so badly. He kept going. "Do it!" she said aloud. "Cum in my sweet little pussy!" He tightened his grip on her bottom. He began thrusting into her and holding her firmly against him at the end of each thrust. She felt his huge, strong hands planted on her flesh. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and held himself all the way up inside her. She felt the wonderful warmth of his release. It spread to the very tips of her fingers. Wonderful! A thousand times wonderful!
Mikey lowered himself to the bed and rolled to his back, putting an arm around her and cuddling her to his chest. "I don't ever want to leave this room," he said. "I'm your boy as long as you'll have me, April Price."
"You're not my boy, Michael Skardowski,” she said, filled with the greatest affection she had ever known. “You're my MAN. Don't you go anywhere. I'll be back."
He watched as she walked to the painting. With incredibly swift and certain strokes, she detailed the expressions on the faces of the women. It was incredible the way a few smears of paint turned into passionate expressions of feminine desire. Mikey knew that his eyes were going to be opened to sights and sensations—and emotions—he had never known before.
April was pleased with the women’s faces. They were exactly what she wanted them to be. She knew how they felt. She mixed a slightly different hue and moved to the face of the god presiding over the frenzied women. Within a minute, the face began to change. Mikey's face, with its indelible expression at the moment before his ecstatic release formed at the command of her bristles. Her once-eternal project was at last finished to her satisfaction!
She stepped away from the canvas--without bothering to check her hands for paint. Mikey's eyes opened wide as he took in the details of her erotic masterpiece. "I never...no one ever...That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever done for me!" As he soaked in the lust of the painting and the naked artist beside it, his body proved it was able to swiftly recuperate from more than just coffee-mug-induced concussions.
April looked at him and smiled. "Again? Already? Oh, my sweet lover-man!"
April knew in her heart that she was a poser. She might look like a hippie—a pretty hippie—but she was naive in so many worldly ways. But despite all of that, as she moved back toward her eager Adonis, she at last felt positively...Bohemian.
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