Sexy and Funny, Hilarious Erotic Romance Bundle (59 page)

He had big, brown eyes, and at first I thought he was wearing eyeliner, but it was just his thick lashes. His dark hair was long in front and fell across one of his eyes. His ears were stretched out with those big gauge earrings, and as he showed me back to the changing room at the little dress boutique, I started wondering if he had any piercings elsewhere.

But wait, we're not at that part yet.

Here's what happened after the fun in the laundry room:

I was planning to go to the art gallery opening, but this time I was going to dress like a million bucks. After I cleaned up from the Cute Calvin excitement, I got in my car and left the neighborhood with all my credit cards ready. I live in Glassell Park, which is one of those areas people refer to as “gentrifying.” There's some gang activity in the less-hilly areas, but at least it's affordable.

When I lived with Douchebag, we were in Eagle Rock, which has a great semi-suburban vibe I liked. If you have a car, though, all of LA is your 'hood.

I didn't go to Robertson Boulevard, to the big-name stores, because my credit cards did have a limit, and it was not exactly a Chanel-sized limit.

Instead, I drove to West Third Street, to a boutique I'd fallen in love with a few months earlier.

The place had that air of we-don't-give-a-fuck-what-you-like that I found obnoxious, but they had some hot dresses.

The shop wasn't busy that Saturday, but then again, it wasn't exactly Target, now was it? A woman came in with three little white dogs and let them run loose. If I wasn't mistaken, those were the same dogs that would be at the art opening later that night.
Huh, small world,
I thought.

I found the perfect dress, cherry-red, in a shimmering fabric. I didn't even look at the price tag.

The woman with the dogs was shopping right next to me, trying to decide between a black dress and a blue one. She was leaning toward the black, when I encouraged her to get the blue, because it brought out her eyes.

She said, “That's the sweetest compliment I've had in ages.”

“Get the blue dress and you'll be hearing compliments non-stop tonight.”

She held the dress up to herself and looked at me warily. “How did you know I was wearing it tonight?”

“Just a hunch,” I said, laughing.

The sexy guy came up to me and held out his hands. “Can I get something started in a change room for you?”

“You sure can!” I said, staring into that handsome face and thinking of
starting something
entirely more interesting than what he meant.

As he led me back to the room, I got a good look at his tight little buns. They were so perky. I wanted to grab those buns and squeeze them.

He lingered for a moment near the change room, and I entered, moving close enough past him that I could smell his musk. No cologne. Just natural. Man-smell.

As I tried on the dress in the chilly, concrete-walled change room, I couldn't stop thinking about the young man who'd been helping me. I put on the dress without a bra, and when I saw my own nipples sticking up, hard, through the sexy fabric, I turned myself on.

The heat rose in my pussy as I turned this way and that, admiring my legs in the dress.

As I've told you before, I'm not gay, but I'd
definitely
fuck me.

The curve of my calf, the little freckle on my knee, even the shape of my ankles. Sexy. An expensive dress really brings everything out in a way cheap dresses rarely do.

I threw open the gray curtain and looked for the guy.

A woman with severe black hair tried to help me, but I told her, “I need a guy's opinion.”

She sneered and left the changing room. A moment later, the guy appeared, his hands held together and his face looking all
helpful
.

“Very nice,” he said.

In addition to the puppy-like brown eyes and thick, dark eyelashes, he had gorgeous eyebrows, magnificently full and straight. The big holes in his earlobes were starting to do something for me as well. I wanted to put them in my mouth. What would it feel like to stick my tongue through those holes? Maybe it was another symptom of the fairy's spell, but I had to know.

I asked, “Would this dress help me seduce someone?”

“I don't think you'll have any problem.” A wry smile twisted his lips. He had skinny lips, to go with his skinny legs in those tight jeans.

“Is it doing anything for you? I mean, unless you're gay?”

He cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I'm not supposed to hit on the customers.”

He quirked one of those eyebrows up, and I nearly screamed with a rush of lust. Oh, I wanted him between my legs. Immediately. The heat in my pussy rose, raging like a barn on fire.

My hands rose up of their own doing and rubbed across my breasts for him, my nipples twin little hard-ons. “I'm not a customer yet.”

My gaze travelled down slowly, eating up every bit of his body. The guy had zero body fat, and his muscles weren't very big, but he was wiry, and he looked like he enjoyed sex.

I stared at his package trying to figure out which part of the bulge was his cock. What would it take to make it grow, to burst out of those too-tight black jeans?

“I'm Becca,” I said, offering him my hand.
Shoot, I should have used a fake name
, I thought. But then again, I assumed the next day all this would be overwritten, as though it never happened.

“I'm Jed,” he said.

“Jed? Like, your name is ironically a hillbilly name?”

He shrugged and glanced down shyly. “It's Jason, but I'm in a band, so ...”

I waved him into my change room, saying, “Can I have a look at that tattoo?”

He stepped into the change room, crossing the threshold into my space, my lair. Ah, I had him right where I wanted him! I considered shutting the curtain quickly behind him, but I didn't want to give away quite how predatory I was feeling… not yet, anyway.

I ran my fingers over the tattooed sleeve on one arm.

He explained, “My first tattoo was really bad, so I got these roses to do a cover-up, and the work was so good, I just kept going. Tattoos can be an addiction.”

I stared at his skinny, sexy lips and focused on not shoving my tongue in his mouth, but it was hard. He was so earnest about his tattoos. So adorable. The guy was maybe twenty-one, only a few years younger than me, but he seemed like a kid just then.

“A lot of things are addicting,” I said.

He looked me up and down, then he ducked his head out of the change room to check that we were alone. The other woman working there was ringing up a purchase for someone, and other than that, the store had emptied out.

I noticed, with my keen and super-horny eyes, that the bulge in his tight jeans was growing.

“You're really cute, Jed.”

He laughed and pushed his dark hair out of his eyes. “You're pretty cute yourself, there, Becca. Rebecca?”

Instead of answering, I licked my lips and tilted up my chin. I tried to beam a telepathic message into his head:
Come on, Jed, take a chance. Live a little.

He grinned and reached up to close the curtain, blocking out the rest of the world with a thin layer of gray velvet.

The curtain's metal rings scraped across the rod.

He moved it slowly, so slowly, and when he reached the end, his arm was just inches from me.

I grabbed his arm in both hands and kissed him on the crook of the elbow. He moaned and melted into me. I kissed and licked the soft skin there, relishing the sensation of making him as hot as I felt.

When I looked up at him, his eyes were bright and shining.

I kept kissing his arm, just his arm, and he squirmed with pleasure. I grabbed his T-shirt from the bottom and lifted it up, over his head. Taking off his shirt filled the small change room with the scent of his musk. He had dark hair in his armpits, but just a tiny natural trail down his chest. He was skinny, but he still had some meat on his ribs, and he looked like a man, not a boy. I kept kissing the tattooed arm and moved up his bicep, then onto his shoulder, where I took a little nibble.

I moved up to his neck, kissing and licking the soft skin. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. He wasn't much taller than me, so he was the perfect height for kissing, but I wan't ready to kiss him on the mouth just yet.

I ran my tongue behind his ear and then across his earlobe, where he had the circle gauge. I thrust my tongue through the ring. It felt exactly like what you'd expect, like putting your tongue through a ring, but it was more intimate than that. I had my tongue inside him, going through him. I sucked on the earlobe, and he melted into me even more. This was a guy who liked to be touched.

He was perfect for me, for that moment, because I wanted to touch him. I kissed his neck and his Adam's apple, then bent down to flick his nipples with my tongue. His nipples weren't pierced, but they were hard and small, like rivets.

I kissed down his stomach and got onto my knees. The concrete floor was cold under my searing flesh, and I enjoyed the sensation.

I slowly opened his jeans and pulled them down, his cock springing out free, because he wore no underwear. The dark hair around his balls had been neatly trimmed. I caressed his balls with both hands as I got a good look at his manhood. He was cut, and about average length. His balls had the same delicious musk as his underarms, and I eagerly took him into my mouth.

At this point, he leaning with his back against one of the walls, facing the mirror on the wall across from him. I glanced up and saw that his eyes were open and he was watching me—watching us—in the mirror.

I popped him out of my mouth for an instant and turned to see a beautiful, wiry young man and a pink-cheeked young woman in a hot red dress. The image was so pure, so sensual. We were just two people, giving each other pleasure.

With one hand on the base, stroking, I bobbed my mouth up and down on his cock. He started to tense up, so I stopped, looked up, and said, “Don't come yet. I mean, you can, if you want to, I guess, but I'd love it if you fucked me.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Let's do that.”

The tight change room had no seat, no furniture at all.

Jed was already reaching for my dress, unzipping it and slipping it off. He hung it carefully on a hook, and he also kicked off his pointy-toed hipster shoes and slid off his jeans, leaving them rumpled on the floor.

Now he was nude, and I was wearing only my panties.

“You're shaking,” he said.

I looked down at my trembling knees, and willed them to stop.

I said, “I'm a little nervous, but mostly excited.”

“Me too.” He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in to him, and then he kissed me. Damn, but he was a good kisser. His kissing was actually satisfying my craving, and I was starting to think a good makeout session was all I needed after all.

Then he travelled down my neck and down to my breasts, which he delicately held and suckled. His fingers moved up and down my sides, and then he tugged at my panties coaxing them down. He pulled them to my knees, and they fell.

He kept kissing me, one armed wrapped around me, as his other hand found its way to my pussy. He nudged his way into my wet folds and rubbed his finger, lengthwise, up and down, along my opening and across my clit. He used a sawing motion, and it was completely novel for me, but in a good way.

His erection was still strong, the wet tip of his cock occasionally bumping into me. I spread my legs wider, urging him to give me more. More fingers. More sensation.

As he fingered me, moving in and out of my opening and then sawing and rubbing across my hard nub, I didn't know what to do with myself. I wanted his cock in me. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted him to stop and do the next thing, but I didn't want him to stop.

Instead, I panted and moaned into his mouth as he kissed me, and I grabbed his hard cock with one hand and stroked it.

Suddenly, he grabbed me on the hips and swung me around so that I had my ass against the concrete wall.

He bent his knees, lowering himself, and then his cock was between my legs, burying itself inside me. His legs straightened, and he was inside me, hot and full.

I realized I was watching all of this in the change room mirror, like watching a sensual movie. My pretty hands moved across his round buttocks, grabbing them and urging him into the girl in the mirror.

He began to pump, rhythmically, steadily, like a drum beat.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

At the same time, he kissed me, our mouths and bodies merging.

That cock of his, that hadn't seemed so impressive at first, was perfect and hard, and so good. The tip of it reached to just the right spot, the head of it hitting me perfectly with every thrust. Jed had his hands on my hips, and he was stronger than he looked. With the concrete wall behind me and Jed in front, I felt like I was pinned between two massive beasts.

The fucking felt so good. I'd never imagined it could feel so good, though I'd always suspected.

“I'm gonna come,” he said, near my ear.

“Okay.”

He grunted and thrust again. “Turn around and let me come in your ass.”

My ass? Like, in the back door? I was so stunned, I didn't know what to say. I'd done a few things, and here I was fucking a perfect stranger in a changing room, but I hadn't done that.

I said, “Will it hurt?”

“I'll take it slow,” he said.

The pumping slowed, but he was still as hard as ever.

“Okay,” I said.

He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. “It'll be great. You'll love it.”

I started to turn around against the concrete wall, but he guided me over to the mirrored wall instead, and put my hands on either side of my reflection. My nipples were bright red, as was my mouth and my intimate area.

He stood behind me and gently kissed my shoulder blades.

He slid his cock back into my vagina and pumped me a few times, then withdrew and pressed the tip to my ass.

Jed kissed my shoulder blades again and made eye contact with me in the mirror. “I want you to see your face,” he said. “Now, all you have to do is relax.”