“Tommy” Part 16

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“Tommy” Part 16″Tommy”By GentilePart 16———I left Girl whirling about as an adorable dervish, hit the sack & fell fast asleep.”Boy, wake up.””Jesus, Girl, what time is it?” I could tell thru the curtains that the sun had yet to rise.”I have your surprise. Remember, Cully?” She was nude from the waist down, a plain white brassier held her diminutive breasts securely.”That’s right, I nearly forgot.” I chased sleep away.”Where is it, my surprise?””Did you sleep naked like I told you to?” I turned back my quilts. “Yep.” My blood was still coagulatin’, but, I’d get there. Just a thought, a flash of light, of sound, of sight.”Look, boy. My string, again. I even combed my pussy out for you, little Cully-boy. Then I set the string so you’d see it. Look.”No longer coagulatin’, my blood rampaged.”No, it’s not my period. I swear to God. I’ve been so wet, so moist, I didn’t want to mess up my new panties that Tommy bought me. Should I tug and pull, or, would you like to tug and pull?””I’ll do it. Please?””Okay, you get up and I’ll lay down where you are.”As I got up I noticed Girl’s side of the bed was undisturbed. “You haven’t been to bed, sweetheart?””No. I’ve been too busy and excited. He’ll be here soon. I can sleep tonight.””Now, the blue toilet tissue is right there, Cully. Set it there and we can toss it out after. Unless you want to steep it for tea.”I felt a trap. “You’d let me do that?” I was near incredulous.”Of course I would. It’s a special occasion. But, Cully, you mustn’t tell anybody, especially Tommy. Only you and I would know, forever. Promise?””Sure, I promise. Would you like a cup too.” I knew she wouldn’t, but, what-the-heck.”No, Cully, this is just for you, this one special time. You boil the water, steep the tampon, dress your cup and that’s it. Right?””Absolutely.” In the end it wasn’t a big deal. I did, I considered what I’d lost, the marker I’d gained as Girl bathed and dressed burdur escort for Tommy’s arrival. I boiled the water, opened the blue toilet tissue, dunked the tampon in, it’s acquired weight with an assist by my finger caused it to sink, take on ballast and steep. Two teaspoons of sugar, a splash of 1/2-&-1/2 & I sipped. Like I said, not a big deal. Though I put a bloodied one on my internal/infernal wish list. I’d live in the girl if it were possible, then///now.———“Now, remember don’t tug too hard. I’m pretty sure it’s soggy, but, I’m not positive. Go ahead.” Then added for emphasis & a slick ball bust: “I’ve been so wet this week.”I tugged—the little pod released—I pulled it easily from her grotto. “Lord, Girl, look at it.” It was white, no curd, but, a wet conglomeration of what, of him, of Tommy? I did not query. Though I immediately sniffed it. “That’s a good Cully-boy, sniff Girl’s liquid light.” Frankly, I wanted to bite it, and swallow it, but, didn’t want to push my luck, gross her out, and/or choke on it. “I should put it on the tissue now, Girl?””Yes, baby, it will be there when we’re done. I promise.””I set it to, covered it lightly with the other fold of tissue as Girl moved.””Is this wide enough to accommodate you, sweetheart?”I didn’t know she could spread that wide. She’d never spread that wide as long as I’d known her.”Yes.” Me”C’mon, baby, c’mon and fuck Katie-Girl.”And I did.And as I crested and tried with all my might to ride that apex forever as I always had and would forever as she hissed into my ear:”That second night, boy?—I sucked him all-night-long.”———“What did you mea…””Sssssshhhhhh, boy. Lick, lick your girl…now.”And I did. I cleaned it up first & fast. I didn’t know if I’d dragged some remnant of his remnants as I scoured that same grotto. And I did-not-care. I feasted like a mad-man. Not only to slack some need I’ve never ID’ed, but, to finish escort burdıur so I could query what she’d meant. I knew what she’d meant. Hell, of course I knew. But, how could one suck on another’s cock all-night-long? It was impossible. Hell, I tried to keep my promise, my own vow to suck her pussy all-night-long, and we’d both settled for what, 15 minutes, 20 minutes tops? Yes, twixt 15-&-20, no more. And she’d sucked on Tommy all-night-long?Sure, she had never sucked me all-night-long. & honestly, between me and my maker I wouldn’t want that after the 15-20 minute standard. TV awaited, then cable, VCR, on & on.———It’d been till that morning of Tommy’s imminent arrival:”Cully, no, it tastes funny. “”Ewww, Cully.””Did you really take a bath?””Ewww.””It’s too hard.””It’s too long.””It still tastes funny.”The furrowed brow, white strings, the pigeon toes, all of it, every bit of it as we were on the precipice of a step down & onto a yellow brick road “bathed in light” that would, in the end, be “wrapped in fearful black.”———I moved.”My beautiful boy friend,,,,,,there. Right there. I won’t be long. I promise, Cully. Just-do-not-stop.” I knew her spot. Tommy didn’t. Tommy would. Tommy would, in the end know all that I knew, even more. This girl-chi*d’s muscles tensed, knotted & finally locked. As pretty as a silent Super 8 movie in slow-motion Girl slipped my pillow from beneath her head to over her face.Near silent convulsions erupted, that I believed would never ease & cease.”Cully, I needed that. I think it was really medicinal. I busted the Hell outta that nut, huh, boy?”I was going to initiate a discussion of “all night long” but, the little dickens was faster:”Cully, I have a huge favor to ask of you, darling. Absolutely humongous. Ready?”———“Cully, what I will do is hand you a marker, redeemable after one year from tonight for anything your heart so desires. Anything. burdur escort bayan The only exceptions are it can’t be some weird ass shit like when you wanted to rob that bank after we saw “The Getaway.””Girl! I never said we were going to rob that bank.””Cully, I don’t want to get into this old debate. But, you did want me to be Ali McGraw to your Steve McQueen. We’d rob it here, then flee to south Texas and cross into Mexico.”I wasn’t really serious. I just mentioned it a few times. She was making more out of it than it actually was. And once she threatened to leave me and go back to Ohio I mentioned it never again.It would rear it’s head again when Baldwin and his wife Basinger remade the damn thing.We were in the desserts by then, but, surprisingly I asked to go and surprisingly she’d granted permission and agreed to go along to the theater. “Sure.”At one point Baldwin’s “Doc” is behind freaking rebar slats in a Mexican Hell hole jail, his eyes teaming with tears, quietly imploring Basinger’s “Carol”: “Get me out of here.”The ever present Girl leaned over: “See, Cully.”By then, (1994) I figured out the draw a bit more past the bank job. Finally learned the term. There was a (cuckold) tinge to both versions, strikingly more so in the ’94 release. James Woods laid with Kim freeing “Doc”. ———“And you can’t call the marker involving Tommy in any way, shape, or form.””That’s it?” Me”Yes. Deal?” Her”No bank job. No Tommy. I’ll take the marker.””Here it is, Cully.”I stopped her with the palm of my hand.”I’ll save you the trouble, Girl. The favor is you want me to give up my spot in the bed, in the bedroom. Move out to the other end of this trailer. No gripe, no debate, no fit, no pissin’, no moanin. Just do it.” No tears, but, her hazel eyes glossed over. “Am I right, Girl?””Jesus, Dale. How?””What else could it be?” I prayed it wasn’t something else. Something I wouldn’t be able to walk away from. I was sure. I was not positive.”Please, Cully-boy. I can’t be sure he’ll live if you don’t.” Now, now they welled.Mine too. Thru the curtains I saw the sun had risen. “We got time yet, Girl, you change the sheets, I’ll move my stuff
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