Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) (2 page)

So thanks to him, it’s been eight months, three weeks, four days, eleven hours, and forty-seven minutes and fifteen excruciating seconds since I’ve sucked a dick, fucked a dick, or been fucked over by a dick. I guess that last part is a blessing. No…it
is
a blessing!

Still, I can’t say I don’t miss being touched and caressed and held. That I don’t yearn to have this smoldering fire blazing between my legs pounded out by something other than a dildo. But I made a promise to myself that I would not give out any more of this pussy to another man until I’m swept off my feet by someone who can appreciate a full-figured woman who has her shit together instead of being intimidated by her. So, until then, I will suffer through this aching between my thighs alone—stress-free and drama-free, and continue to take matters into my own hands until something, or someone, worthwhile comes along.

I press my legs shut, discreetly rubbing them together as I eye the surveillance camera. I slyly pinch my right nipple. If there wasn’t someone on the other end of the lens watching me, I would pull my skirt up over my hips and finger-fuck myself right here in this elevator. I glance up at the flashing light as the elevator descends.
16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11
…hoping like hell it doesn’t stop on any of the floors until I get to my destination. The woman’s bathroom, with the single stall and sink, tucked in the
far right corner of the second-floor lobby. The one I use religiously—or the one up on the twentieth floor when it’s not already occupied, like now—to masturbate in. Most of the folks here at Sci-Tech take three or four smoke breaks throughout the day. Me, I take what I call
masturbate
breaks. I love cumming, all over my fingers, all over my toys, then licking them clean. I love the taste of my own pussy.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6
…

Still…my pussy’s hungry for a good fucking. And no matter how many times I masturbate, I can’t ever seem to take the edge off for any longer than a few hours before I’m back at it again. Stroking my clit, then easing one finger, then two fingers, then three, inside my horny cunt before replacing them with my most faithful, trustworthy travel companion—the Trojan Twister Intimate Massager—with its four twistable positions and eight settings. Oooh, yes. With two double-A batteries, this little gadget brings me quick relief during the day while I’m at work until I can get home to ride down on one of my many dildos.

I slip my hand down into my Dooney & Bourke, feel around for the satin pouch, then sigh with relief.
Something’s gotta give, soon. But this’ll do for now
. The elevator stops on the fifth floor. I suck my teeth as it opens. In steps Viola from Procurement. All gussied up in her Sunday’s best, bringing in with her the lush peachy scent of Heat by Beyoncé. This gossipy bitch doesn’t know the difference between church wear and business attire. Today, she has on a brown, ankle-length skirt and a long, matching suit jacket with rhinestones on the lapel. I roll my eyes. All she needs is the handkerchief with the lace trim, the gloves, and wide-brimmed hat to match and she’d be church-ready. Heathen-ass ho!

“Good Morning, Ava,” she says, smiling wide, bright and phony the minute the door shuts. “Happy New Year.”

Okay, be nice, Ava. It’s the New Year and you promised yourself you were going to leave old resentments in the past. Yeah, but I also said if I didn’t have anything nice to say to someone that I would simply not say anything to them at all.

I take a deep breath. “Oh, hey, Vee. Happy New Year to you as well.”

“So, where you off to first thing this morning? Isn’t your office up on the eighteenth floor?” She glances at her watch. “It’s not even after ten yet, and you’re already prowling the halls.”

Don’t let this bitch get to you!

I tilt my head. “And here it is at the top of the New Year and I see you’re still worshipping in the House of Messy,” I shoot back, shaking my head. “First day back to work and you’re
already
minding everyone else’s business, except your own.”

She grunts, dismissing me. “So how you been, Ava?”

Okay, I see this trick wants to purposefully get on my nerves first thing this morning.
“I’m beautiful, thanks.” I don’t bother asking her how she’s been; I don’t care to know. It’s obvious. Stuck-up and wound up real tight.

She gives me the once-over, and smirks as she turns to face the mirrored wall of the elevator. “Um, how’s your girlfriend doing? You know”—she pats her thigh, keeping her stare forward—“that rough-looking girl with the dreads who works up on the twentieth floor in Tech Support. The two of you always seem so cozy together in the lunchroom.”

I give her a confused glare. But I know exactly whom she’s referring to. Starleesha Wilkerson—well, Star for short. She’s a lesbian. Not that I have anything against lesbians; I don’t. But this ho does. Her moral compass doesn’t allow her to embrace another’s sexual preference, which in layman’s terms translates to her being an opinionated, homophobic bitch!

“I don’t have any
girl
friends here. But if you’re talking about Star, how about you ask her yourself since you seem to be so concerned. I don’t keep tabs on her.”

The elevator stops and opens on the third floor. “I see the way she looks at you.”

I frown. “And what exactly are you implying?” I narrow my eyes, placing a hand up on my hip in a combative stance.

“You ain’t foolin’ no one,” she snidely says over her shoulder.

I blink, taken aback, as the gunmetal gray doors slide shut.

I’m not a lesbian
…

My skirt is hiked up over my hips, my panties somewhere down around my knees. I am squatting over the toilet, stroking myself with eager fingers. “Mmmm…” I moan, imagining her slithering tongue nestled between the folds of my wet pussy as I toss my head back and shut my eyes. She is nameless and faceless, my dark chocolate lover. But she visits me in my fantasies quite often. My clit is sucked into her mouth, being pulled at, coaxed out from its hiding place, swelling in size; its tip sensitive and alive, shooting decadent sensations through my entire body. I am bucking against her face, grinding on her mouth, wanting to scream as I reach my first wave of an orgasm.

No, I am not a lesbian. I am curious
.

“Oooooh yes,” I murmur as my imaginary lover delivers delicious tongue strokes across my clit, along my swollen lips, and into my saturated slit. Juices ooze out, wetting my fingers. I turn on my vibrator, roll it over my clit and gasp. Teeth bite into my nipples, one at a time, pulling and stretching them. The low hum of my silicone friend heightens my arousal, pushes my urges and imagination to unchartered limits as I replace sticky fingers with it, plunging into my wetness. “Oooh, yesss…”

I slip my fingers into my mouth, suck and slurp and lick, sliding my moist tongue in between each finger, savoring my nectar.
Imagining my juices are her juices. That I am tasting my first pussy, my tongue easing out of my mouth, licking at her nub as she places her hand on the back of my head, slamming my tongue into her pussy. “Oh, yes, fuck me, baby…mmmmm…” I hear my imaginary lover whisper.

My fantasy fuck, my delicious secret, my invisible lover all wrapped into naughty deeds. Her tongue, her fingers—in my pussy, my ass—caressing my clit, pinching my nipples. She tells me to turn around, to get on my knees, then slides a very thick, eight-inch pink dildo into my slippery slit.

“You want that big pink cock? You like how that feels stretching your pussy?”

She rapidly pushes it in and out of me, slapping my ass every so often.

“Oooh yeah…uh…uh…mmmm…uh…mmmph…aaah…oooh yeah…fuck yeah…yeah, yeah, yeah…mmmph…”

“You wanna taste your pussy?”
She pulls the dildo out of me, glides it over my lips.
“Open your mouth, suck your pussy off that big fucking cock…”
She jams the dildo down into my throat.
“Gag on that cock!”

“Ooooh, mmmph…”
Gurgling sounds escape the back of my throat as she stretches my neck open. She’s shutting off my airway and I am getting dizzy. Mercilessly, she stuffs my throat, reaching under me and pinching my clit. I suck and slurp and gag, moaning and groaning. She slaps each ass cheek. My pussy is wet…so very wet!

In my mind’s eye, her tongue slides across my puckering asshole and I feel myself melting, creaming all over my vibrator.

“Oh…Ohhhh,” I whisper. Imaginary hands cup my ass, squeeze and slap it. My lover’s breath hot against my ear as she tells me how badly she wants me, needs me. How eager she is to touch me, please me, be pleased by me.

Another moan escapes me.

“Pull your ass open. You want it in your ass and pussy? You wanna be fucked by two huge cocks?”

“Yes, baby…give it to me in my ass…stuff my pussy, boo…”

The pink dildo slick with spit is pushed against my asshole. I feel it pressing up against my tight, hungry hole, its head slowly prying its way in. Methodically, she works the head in. I gasp.

“Relax,”
she whispers, then bites my left ass cheek. She hands me a beige, fleshy, eleven-inch dildo, commands me to suck it. To wet it up real good, then slide it into my overheated pussy. I do as I am told, moaning.

“Oh yes…”

Another inch of thick silicone dick is pushed into my ass as I am stretching my pussy, filling my slit with goodness. I buck my hips. My eyelids flutter. Sweet agonizing bliss shoots through my body. I am in the midst of coming.

“Oooh, yeah…you like it in your ass, huh?”

“Yes, yes…oooh fuck, oooh fuck…”

Mouth open, eyes closed, I let out a low moan. My fingers quickening over my clit as I bury my travel companion further into my soaked pussy. Its vibrations sending delicious chills along my spine. I run my tongue over my parted lips. My silicone buddy probing my pussy, delving into wetness, twisting around clutching muscles. I grip the handicap rail to steady myself as my knees buckle. The cold steel cooling my warm hand. I slowly pull out my vibrator, roll it around on my clit, then ease it back inside of me. I turn it onto its highest setting, causing ripples of delight to turn into waves of pleasure. I am coming and coming and coming. Nonstop, surges of hot juices splashing out of me.

I picture my lover clamping her warm mouth over the mouth of my gushy pussy and sucking my juices out.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yesssss…” In my mind’s eye, my thighs lock around my lover’s face. I ride her tongue, fast and hard. Her grasp tight on my hips, she devours my pussy until I coat her taste buds with my honey.

I pull my vibrator out of my soppy wet cunt, then slide it into my mouth, licking and lapping along the sides, savoring my juices.

“Oooh, your pussy tastes so good,”
I hear her say in between licks and slurps. Her tongue flicks my clit.
“You like that?”
I gasp the moment I place the tip of my vibrator back on my engorged clitoris. I close my eyes as I massage my clit with the vibrator imagining it’s my lover’s tongue. I whimper softly. Over and over, I stroke my clit. Its low hum pulsing through my pussy until I can no longer take it.

I spread my legs wider and slip the tip of the vibrator into my pussy, teasing myself before plunging it deep inside of me.

“
Yessssss…”

“You want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

I moan as my eyes flutter open.
“Yes, fuck me. Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God…yesssss…mmmm…I’m cooooooming. Yes, yes, yessss…”

My pussy squirts as someone knocks on the door, distracting the tingling in my pussy, disrupting the pulsing in my clit. “Hello?” a male voice inquires. “Is everything all right? Are you okay in there?”

“Uh…y-yeah,” I squeak out, trying to pinch back the squirting of my hot juices. “Uh-ooh. I…”

“Are you sure everything’s okay? Hello? Ma’am?”

I clear my throat. “I’m fine. Be out in a minute,” I manage to say in spite of the shuddering of my walls. I ease my vibrator out, clicking it off, before sliding it into my mouth and sucking it clean.

My knees are wobbly. But I make every attempt to steady myself
so that I don’t topple over. I slip two fingers into my pussy, then scoop out the remaining bit of my juices and slide my fingers into my mouth, licking my lips when I am done. Satisfied that I have scooped out all that is left of my orgasm, I reach into my bag and pull out a packet of feminine wipes, then wipe myself clean.

A few seconds later, I am pulling my panties up, straightening out my skirt, then washing my hands. I stare at myself in the mirror.
Girl, your horny ass needs to get laid, fast. You’re too damn fine not to have someone in your life handling all of this good, fat pussy
.

“Sci-Tech, Ava speaking.”

“I miss you,” the voice on the other end says, causing flashes of what used to be to run through my head. I quickly shake the thoughts, rolling my eyes.

“Why are you calling, Maurice?”

“I was thinking about you, and wanted to hear your voice; that’s all.”

I laugh. “Oh, really? We haven’t spoken in eight months, and now—out of the blue, you’re suddenly interested in hearing my voice. What, them skinny bitches aren’t working out for you?”

“C’mon, Ava, baby. Don’t do me like that. I know I fucked up.”

I tuck the phone into the space between my cheek and neck as I scroll through my emails. “Okay, you fucked up. Glad you realize that. Now, what do you want?” This fool has the audacity to say he wants to see me tonight. Please. I’ll let my pussy freeze over in hell first before I ever let him sniff, lick, or stick this juicy hole again. “Uh, not. No, thank you. You had your chance, Maurice. And there’s no second chances being given out over here.”

“Don’t you miss what we had, baby?”

I frown, deleting various emails, then opening my spam folder. “No.” Yeah, it’s a bold-faced lie; there are times that I do miss him. His touch, his kisses, his dark, delicious dick hitting the bottom of my pussy and stretching its walls; I miss it all. And I am pissed
at him, at myself, for him being the cause of my cunt slowly churning out cream. But
no
is all he is deserving of after how he ended it, wanting to fuck some nondescript skinny bitch over me.