Strange Girls Page 3

  “Oh grow up,” I mutter under my breath as I walk out of the bathroom. I know where her kitchen is because our apartments are set up almost exactly the same, hers is just in reverse.

  Not to mention, I can smell the sweet aroma of coffee brewing from a mile away. Guess the only reasonable thing to do would be to go in and entertain our guest until she comes out of the bathroom to face interrogation.

  Mark is leaning against her counter, arms stretched to either side, hands firmly gripping the edges. When he sees me enter, a slow grin starts to spread across his face. He reminds me of a damn pig, and I can’t help but notice that he is obviously still hard. Something that big isn’t easily missed, even when it’s being restrained in denim.

  I walk over to the counter where he’s laid out three mugs, and grab a sienna colored one. He’s standing almost directly in front of the coffee machine and shows no signs of moving, so I sigh heavily and reach past him.

  It doesn’t take long before I feel his fingers slide into the side of the towel. The tips graze my wet lingerie, and I have to fight the shiver that his touch is giving me. I don’t want him to think that I am welcoming him to feel me up, but goddamn did it feel nice.

  “

  Fixed your water, little goddess. You still gonna let me touch you?” he breathes into my ear. [TD3]

  I clear my throat as I reach up into the cabinet above the counter and pull out the small glass jar of sugar. He is at least thoughtful enough to have laid out a spoon, so I scoop four heapfuls of sugar into the mug before pouring coffee into it.

  The smell. The color. I can damn near taste it. I swear if I had a dick, we’d be having a sword fight right now.

  “A promise is a promise,” I say, moving away from him toward the fridge. Would a girl like Susie have milk or creamer? Milk it is. “But the deal was in my place, not hers.”

  “Ah, ah ah,” he says playfully, pulling me back toward him by the arm. “You never said where. You said if I came right over and fixed your water, you’d let me.”

  “Really, Mark?” I ask, pouring some milk into the mug, then stirring it with the spoon. “You just knocked yourself out, have a bump on the side of your head, and your dick can still get hard for me?”

  “Oh, little girl. I can get hard for any fine piece of ass, and seeing the two of you in that bathtub made me wonder when I’ll be able to get in the middle,” he says with a chuckle.

  I put the spoon down, close my eyes, and lean my head back, an exasperated sigh escaping me. I don’t say anything else until I put the milk away and take my first sip of sex in a mug.

  “Mmm,” I say softly, before I turn my attention back to him. “I think you’d have an easier time convincing ole Susie Girl to jump off a bridge.”

  “I’ll deal with her soon enough. But right now, I want what I was promised,” he says in a low, even tone.

  “Can I at least drink my coffee while you feel me up?” I ask hopefully.

  “Oh you got it all wrong, little goddess. I want you on your knees. Right now,” he says with a stern look in his eye.

  “I guess not,” I reply with a sigh, setting the mug down. Mark starts to unzip his pants, and I reach for the mug taking one more sip before I drop down to my knees and wait for him to pull it out for me.

  “Go on now,” he says in a thick voice. “Go on in and get your prize.”

  My prize? I groan internally and roll my eyes, but I pull his jeans down to his thighs and rub him over his boxers. I honestly think I would enjoy it more had it not been for the fact that this was part of a bargaining chip to get some fucking water.

  “That feels damn good,” he says quietly, putting a hand on the back of my head.

  I glance up at him. His eyes are closed and he’s leaning his head back, so I do what any normal girl would do in a situation like this. I reach for the mug and take another sip of coffee before I get a really great idea.

  It’s still hot enough to...

  Before I put the mug back on the counter I take a huge swig and hold it in my mouth. I pull his massive cock out of his pants and just when he thinks he’s going to get the greatest blowjob of his life, I take as much of it into my mouth as I can and let it simmer in the hot coffee.

  “Fuck!” he yells out pushing me away.

  I can’t help but laugh hysterically. So much so in fact, that I have my hands wrapped around my stomach and am damn near screeching when I hear something that takes the fun out of it all.

  “Oh my God!”

  I lay flat down on the kitchen floor and see Susie Girl standing in the middle of the kitchen doorway, a look of utter shock and horror on her face.

  “Oh grow up,” I mutter again as I push myself to my feet and reach for my cup of coffee.

  Chapter Seven

  Sissy

  This is what I get, I think to myself as I storm past Lydia to get to my room so I can dress myself before Mark gets any kind of lust-driven ideas in that handsome yet stupid brain of his.

  “Oh grow up,” floats up as I enter my bedroom and I slam the door behind me.

  I am grown up. I’m an adult, dammit!

  I lean my forehead against the door and battle the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes as I listen to Mark make snide and raunchy comments to Lydia. They cause me to become nervous and excited at the same time. It’s a concoction of emotions that I’m used to feeling when I’m trying to step a foot into the world because I fear I’m missing so much—but, I’ve never experienced the tightening in my lower stomach, the way my cunt pulses and squeezes when a man does it.

  When Mark does it.

  He talks to me through my door once or twice a week to ensure I’m okay and still alive, and to check to see if I need anything fixed by him. It’s almost like clockwork the way his deep, slow drawl permeates my Ft Knox style door. His voice makes it through the thick wood as if the melodious tone makes love to the grains of wood and they form a megaphone that speaks directly to my pussy. His innocent sentences laced with dirty innuendos screams dangerous predator to my mind, but to my body—to my body it screams fuck me hard and put me away dripping wet. Something I’m sure he’d be willing to do since he’s offered it a hundred times already.

  Everything grows quiet before I hear a smack and a grunt. My pelvis grinds the door with a thud as my nails scrape down the wood. All I can think of is Mark’s cock hanging out of his pants. The way Lydia gargled around it in her mouth and how that was such a waste when it could’ve been pounding into my ass.

  “No,” I whimper, thinking back to a time when I didn’t want to be touched that way.

  I clench my thighs together tightly and push off the door, my towel dropping to the floor with a dramatic effect like it does in the movies, but there’s no one there to appreciate it—unless you count my lust and the way it trails sweet juice down my thigh from my honey pot.

  Reaching down, I swipe a finger up my leg and collect it on the tip. My thumb rubs against the silky liquid and my legs twitch. I slide my hand down my stomach and dip a finger between slick folds. A moan involuntarily slips from lips as my finger slides over the hood of my wet clit.

  It’s been too long. I can’t control myself. I won’t be able to stop, and Mark will hear me on the other side of this door as I touch myself and bring myself to erupting. All while thinking about him.

  I always see him. Ever since that day. It’s always him I fantasize about, standing in the shadows jerking on his giant hunk of man-meat. It should disgust me. I try to make myself be disgusted by it all, but the truth of the matter is, I’m not.

  I want his big fucking cock shoved so deep inside of me that when he cums I want to choke on that shit in my throat.

  Wish I could say that’s all there is to my fantasy, but it’s not.

  The whirring of the vibrator erases all thoughts except those of Mark. I act out my fantasy right there in the room, the real Mark standing on the other side of the door—as he has so many times—forgetting he was even there.


  “Well, well, well.”

  That soft drawl echoed through my mind as I abused my lonely cunt with the vibrator. It tightens around the silicone replica that is nowhere close to the size of Mark’s.

  “Tell me,” he says, his voice damn near a whisper trailing off.

  I fight hard to bring the image of him in my kitchen to life as he fucks me hard on my kitchen table.

  “Who are you thinking about?”

  “You!” I scream out as I do every single time; my back arching and my legs lifting myself off the old hardwoods below me.

  The door to my room rattles as I catch my breath.

  “I know what you’ve done,” Mark croons through the door.

  I smile for a moment and bite down on my lip as I rub my sensitive clit. Then I remember he’s not talking about me getting off to him in my fantasy. I honestly think me smacking him upside the head with a wrench got him excited.

  “Get your ass out here right now. I think you owe me an … apology.”

  My head jerks toward the door, his shadow prominent on the floor beneath it as he waits for my response. I crawl toward it on hands and knees and try to remain as quiet as possible. Mark’s shadow disappears and I hold my breath, leaning down on my forearms and laying my cheek against the floor to peek through the large crack.

  Lydia slouches in a chair at my kitchen table. She grabs the sugar dish and tilts it as she raises it to eye level. Her nostrils flare as she rolls her eyes to the back of her head and just dumps the remainder in her cup. As she stirs, she glances up toward my door and her eyes drop to the crack locking with mine. She smiles wickedly and crosses her legs showing me her now naked snatch.

  Mark’s deviant face suddenly replaces Lydia’s whispering eye. I startle with a slight shout before I slap my hand over my mouth. Half his face is visible along the crack of the door as he smirks and his eye narrows in on me.

  “You have two choices,” he states, licking the corner of his mouth. “Be a good girl, and come out on your own. Or be a bad girl, and ….” He stares at me unblinkingly, making my body shiver with anticipation.

  My fingers slide down my trembling lips and chin. “And what?” I whisper, wondering what has remained unsaid.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He sucks his teeth then chuckles. “Make a choice, little Sis’. My patience is wearing thin.”

  His face disappears, taking my choices with him. I know what he wants—what he’s asking for without asking for it. The same thing he religiously tells me when he stands outside my door speaking to me, especially when he hears the buzz of my vibrator and asks if I’m brushing my teeth again.

  Going to my closet, I pull out my skirt and top. I forgo the bra; he doesn’t want me to wear one anyway. My pinkish brown nipples show through the thin white material. I tie it off under my tits and slip the skirt on next. I stare in the mirror at my schoolgirl getup. Only one thing missing: pigtails.

  I grab another pill from my dresser and swallow it dry. I can do this. This is nothing compared to going to jail. And I cannot go to jail.

  As I turn to walk to the door, my skirt spins up and reveals my naked bottom in the mirror. Pills kicking in the other pills more, my body relaxes, and I reach for the door knob and pull the door open.

  Lydia looks in my direction and raises a brow. A low whistle splits her lips and she walks over circling me. She raises my skirt with a finger and smiles.

  “Ever watch Batman porn?” she asks, taking me by surprise. “You could pass for a knockoff Harley Quinn.”

  “Um, okay,” I state, thinking I’m mishearing this conversation with how foggy my brain is.

  “He’ll totally dig it. Remember, he likes fucking girls. Do what you gotta do to make him happy then we can get him the fuck out of here and get back to our daily scheduled programming.”

  “Is that Batman porn?” I ask, wondering if that’s what her programming includes, and wondering what Batman’s dick would look like, if it would be as big as Mark’s. A superhero should have a huge cock.

  The bathroom door swings open, and out steps a very naked Mark.

  “If you want it to be,” she says, glancing his direction. “Wouldn’t be any fucking stranger than the situation is now.”

  Isn’t that the truth.

  Chapter Eight

  Artemis

  I’m sitting in the living room while ole Susie Q is gearing up her, most likely, tragically unused pussy to get us out of this fucking attempted homicide. I can hear Mark’s low, pathetic attempt at a seductive tone as they start making their little arrangement, and I turn her TV on.

  I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have anything more than basic channels and wonder how pissed she’d be if I ordered a little adult entertainment while they got it on. I mean, I would pay her back, and I needed to do something to pass the time anyway.

  I looked down at the remote control in my hand and realized that this thing was so fucking advanced that the only buttons I recognized were volume, on, and off.

  So much for a well-deserved self-nooner.

  I raise an eyebrow curiously, taking another sip of coffee. It’s still quiet, and I’m wondering what the hell is taking so long. I haven’t fucked Mark yet, but I’m pretty sure he’s most likely a one-pump chump.

  Susie, on the other hand, probably hadn’t fucked in years, if at all, and would most likely cum faster than him.

  Placing my coffee cup down on her pristine table, I pull my legs up underneath myself and lean my head on the couch arm. Cartoons will have to do to pass the time, and I’m pretty sure I don’t even know what the fuck I’m watching when I finally hear something similar to a sex scream.

  “Fuck!”

  I can’t figure out if that’s Mark or Susie, which amuses me. It could be Mark with a still tender cock from his coffee blowjob, or it could be Susie finally feeling what it’s like to be penetrated with a cock. Not just any cock though; that goddamn thing that Mark is packing is fucking huge. I don’t even know how I got most of it in my mouth without getting lockjaw.

  “Hey, little goddess? Come here.”

  I could feel the bile backing up in my throat. I don’t know why, but I had a disgusted feeling in the pit of my stomach.

  “For what?” I call back, lifting my head off the arm rest.

  “I want you to see something,” Mark says loudly.

  “I’ve already seen everything you have to offer,” I grumble back. I say it just loud enough for him to hear me, and it’s the damn truth. There is nothing that pervert can show me that I haven’t already seen on his damn body.

  “You haven’t seen this,” he says with a laugh as the door to Susie’s bedroom creaks slowly open.

  With a sigh, I get up from the couch and walk out of the living room, hovering just inside the doorway. And there he is, in all his horse-cock glory. His beautifully tanned, defined body, complete with that damn grin that turns me on and makes me dry heave at the same time.

  “I’m not joining in on your little session, so you can forget it,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “Wasn’t gonna ask you to,” he replies, leaning his hand against the door frame. “But I would like you to come see this.”

  I roll my eyes and walk slowly toward him. I don’t trust him; I never have and I never will, and the grin on his face doesn’t have an ounce of seduction in it. There’s something almost malicious about it.

  “What?” I ask, stopping at the kitchen sink and standing on my tiptoes to try and peek into Susie’s room.

  “Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me before? Come closer,” he says, his grin widening as he holds out a hand toward me.

  “Mark, cut the fucking dramatics out and tell me what the hell it is you want before I run,” I reply in annoyance.

  He drops his hand to his side, tilts his head, and looks at me for a moment, the amusement shining brightly in his eyes. He looks down for a moment and does his annoying teeth sucking thing before he lifts his head again and s
tarts to walk toward me.

  If I remember correctly, there should be a knife or a meat hammer or some kind of sharp or blunt object somewhere on the counter behind me.

  That’s how the two of you got into this mess in the first fucking place. Bad idea.

  “You don’t trust me,” he says when he reaches me. Mark places a hand on either side of me, gripping the inside of the sink and leaning close to my face.

  You got that right.

  “I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanna show you what happens when you think you can pull one over on me,” he says softly against the side of my face. The way his stubble feels against my cheek triggers an insta-wetness I’ve never felt before, and I can feel my legs starting to tremble.

  Wait.

  “Move,” I say, shoving him quickly. The unexpected movement almost knocks him on his bare ass, and I can see his dick flop as I run by.

  Why the fuck isn’t he hard? What the hell?

  It didn’t take long for me to get my answer. Once I get to the doorway, I can see Susie lying on the bed spread-eagle, arms out at her sides staring up wide-eyed at the ceiling.

  “Oh shit. SHIT! SUSIE!”

  I immediately hop onto the bed, straddling her to see if she’s still breathing. Normally I’d find the humor in this because she’d probably buck and flail until she knocked me off, but right now, her eyes are fixed, and I’m panicking worse than any time I can remember before.

  “Oh, she’s not dead,” Mark says. I feel the bed move underneath us as he brings himself over to where I’m trying to revive a girl that’s still alive. “Just pumped full of drugs. I gave her Speedball. She’ll be okay if she’s already healthy.”

  His hands move slowly up and down my arms before he forces them around my waist and pins them in place. “I don’t want to hurt you, Artemis. I just wanted you to know that I’m not a fucking moron. Now be a good little dirty girl and bend over. I’m gonna fuck you until our little friend here recovers.”