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“The answer is still no,” I snapped at Piper over the phone.
Leafy trees filtered the evening sunlight outside Welles Park as I stalked past the library. A little league was playing in the ballpark, and some parents passed me with their kid in a thousand dollar stroller. Lincoln Square was just up ahead, and the sidewalks were packed.
“I’m really surprised and confused,” said my horrible first ex-wife over the phone. “You said your previous attitude was due to Karen. She's gone now, so what's the issue?”
I bit my tongue rather than say the first five things that came to mind; all were too vulgar to be constructive. Piper could smell blood better than a shark, and she hadn’t waited long after Karen left to push me. I stopped walking and leaned against a tree so I didn’t walk into someone in a blind fury.
“I’m going to say this one more time,” I said. “You spent eight years keeping the kids from me every chance you got while I begged and pleaded, and now you want me to be your babysitter. The answer is no, and I’m not splitting your summer camp either. If you want anything more than your child support out of me, make up for what you did to me first.”
I killed the call as Piper wound up for a good solid rant. Once upon a time I couldn’t have imagined saying those words. I would have jumped at anything Piper said to see my kids more…and she would have piled on more demands, more conditions, more barbs. Times change, motherfucker. Find some other poor bastard to push around.
At any rate, my destination was just ahead, and my date was already at a table on the patio. Marie had a killer undercut, she had a better graduate degree than I did, she was bisexual, and she was into Colombian poetry. Best of all, her dating profile said she liked strong boundaries. Music to my divorced bisexual ears.
Marie banished all thoughts of the Wicked Witch of Logan Square as I came up to the table. Her eyes were a shining crystal blue, and she smiled with her entire body. When our hands touched over drinks, she bit her lip ever so slightly.
I could listen to her forever.
“Oh wow,” said Marie. “That is big.”
I threw myself on my swimming pool sized mattress with a smirk. Marie was funny, she was fun, she was red hot gorgeous. We hit it off over a mutual love of Elizabethan poetry, with a segue into the man troubles of her friend tending the bar. The touch of her warm fingers had tantalized me all the way to the car and back to my place.
“Come on in,” I said, trailing a finger up the comforter beside me. “The water’s fine.”
Her laugh was a bright trickle through my ears as she stretched out her arms and cast herself down beside me. A doctor of history, a degree in music, and a cellist on top of that. Was this really happening? Had she really just popped out of my Tinder stack?
Marie’s lips were a soft fire on mine. Yes, yes it was happening.
Her hair slid through my fingers like silk brushes, short, soft, fierce. She was warm with excitement, focused on each moment that blended into the next. Her body settled against mine like a mold that begged to be pressed, a symphony waiting to be played.
She cried out at my tongue flicking on her neck, an urgent melody in my ear. I trailed fingers down her back, marveling at her full-bodied shivers, at her luxurious breasts pushing into me, demanding more. She was forward, bold, her passion committed in every way, as she nuzzled against my beard in delight, as she wrapped her arms around me, not to claim, but to feel ever more.
My fingertips danced across her body as we squirmed out of her clothes. Her curves were mouth watering, seductive, setting me hard against her as I held out with mere touches. She let out delicious gasps of frustration as I lingered on her nipple, brushed it lightly until she crushed her breast into my mouth.
“Tease,” she whispered as I traced through the soft hair of her pussy, just short of her clit, just around it. I groaned as she retaliated with bare caresses on my rigid, aching shaft, holding back even as she ground and squirmed to get more.
“Shall we turn the tables, my bisexual?” she said in a low growl at my neck. She kissed me deeply as I nodded, possibilities racing through my mind.
Marie rolled off of me to reach her bag by the side of the bed. My eyes widened as she rose to her feet in full naked glory, a strap-on dangling from her hand. The harness was a shimmering black and violet, the shaft a solid luminescent blue. She trailed the straps over my thighs, biting her lip in hope, anticipation, heat.
I held her gaze as I slowly sat up. She gasped as I swallowed the fingers of her free hand, sliding my tongue down onto her hand as I deepthroated them. Her desire was wild in my ears, a command that would not be denied. I grabbed the lube from my nightstand and dropped it on the bed.
“Proceed, bisexual,” I said, rolling backwards and grabbing my legs. Her hands trembled as she slipped on the straps, slathered her blue cock with lube.
“May I?” she whispered, laying a slick finger on my asshole. At my nod, she slid inside me, slowly, a question on her face blossoming into raging desire as I nodded in encouragement, took more of her.
“Oh god, you’re so warm,” she said. I laid a hand on her flushed face, soft and damp.
“Fuck me,” I said in a deep rumble. “Fuck my ass, Marie.”
She withdrew to kneel at the edge of the bed, her breasts slick and gorgeous, her cock cool and rigid at my entrance. I grasped her forearms as she pushed into me. I draped my legs around her shoulders, and she kissed my calves joyously, nuzzling and thrusting further. Her mouth opened with wonder and power as she worked deeper, settling onto me until she kissed me voraciously, pushing me into Karen’s mattress with a shudder of gender-bent pleasure. Her cock was a long stroke of pressure, splitting me, drawing out pleasure that trembled in my own swaying shaft before her.
“God you…your…” Marie trailed off in half-formed phrases. She seized my thighs to thrust, grind her will into me, her eyes lit up with delirious joy. Her glistening blue cock slid in, and in, over and over, faster as she grew more confident and demanding. Her back arched against my trailing fingers, shuddering with pumps of her cock that left both of us gasping. Her weight was her law, my body hers to fold and press and split, my pleasure hers to take. I relished the focus in her eyes, sweeping over me, from my heaving chest to my asshole taking her in.
“Harder,” I urged, gripping her arms. “Cum on me, cum in my ass…”
Shudders rippled through her entire body as she thrust harder. Her forearms bulged as she gripped me fiercely, giving herself over to her scorching grind. Her eyes widened as she pumped once, twice, and then a clench ripped through her, from her slick thighs under my hands to her hair tossed back. She shrieked into the ceiling, pleasure pulsing through her in a storm of powerful, triumphant abandon. She let out a whooping laugh as she finally relaxed, drooping down against me. I pressed her into me, wrapped all of my limbs around her as we embraced.
Marie’s eyes trailed up to my nightstand as she slowly withdrew from me. She grabbed a condom and dropped it on my stomach, caressing my own rigid shaft with a feverish gleam in her eye. I nodded and rolled it on as she shifted over me, trembling with desire, aching from the glorious pounding she’d just doled out. She didn’t even bother taking off the strap, instead pushing it aside to take me in, claiming all of me for herself, everything I had to give for her own.
“Oh my god,” I gasped as she settled onto me. She was a mind-blowing, gender-breaking goddess, from her slick breast in my hand to her swaying blue cock as she impaled herself on mine. I grasped her in wonder, caught in her rippling thighs, in her all-commanding, all-fucking embrace.
I fell away into her searing rhythm of thrusting, grinding, sliding. I pinched her nipple to her gasps and shrieks, gripped her strapped thighs, groaned with the tension she drove into me, ever hotter, ever stronger. We were a seething, discordant harmony of curves and cocks and writhing muscle, a spectrum bent into itself. Her blue cock slapped against me as she shredded through my reserves, tore me away from my moorings. She was everything, anything, all things.
I screamed with unbearable release as I caught fire and burst within her. Shudders ripped through my body, rang in my ears, pumped and exploded. I melted into her as she wrang ever more cum out of me, spasming before her, my legs thrashing uncontrollably. Then she was screaming too, arched, whooping above me, her own pleasure overtaking her delight at claiming mine. We came together, into each other, on each other, without beginning, without end. Her cock pumped in my hand, mine pumped in her, gripping each other until we both collapsed in a ragged, panting heap.
“I..” Marie tried, and gasped for air. “I never…”
“Never,” I repeated, the word hovering in the air above us. God, what had just happened? What did we do to each other? To ourselves? Together?
And all I knew was that I wanted more.