The Ex Mermaid Ch 02

The Ex-Mermaid, chapter 2

This story begins immediately after "The Ex-Mermaid."

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Cathy smiled sweetly at us. "Not every time, though. Any couple needs their own time, whatever else they might be into." She stood and dressed, then left after giving us each a little kiss on the forehead.

I was dreamy with post-orgasmic hormones. I just snuggled tighter to Mike and closed my eyes. Mike, too, was tired.

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I blinked. It must have been a couple hours later, from the way the sunlight was slanting low through the west-facing window in my bathroom. After I'd peed and flushed, I washed up and went and got dressed. Since my purple panties had been worn for only a few minutes this morning, I slid them on and finished dressing. My boyfriend (was that the right word? Lover? Significant other?) was sitting up groggily. I walked over and stood before him. He leaned over and hugged my waist as I stroked his hair.

"Now what?"

"Oh, Mike. I have no idea. I just know I want to be with you. I've never had a real boyfriend, obviously, and we did get off to a very fast start. But it feels right to me. You fit places in my mind and in my heart. And you sure fit great other places too." I winked and stroked his idle penis, lying there in his lap.

"That needs to rest up some before we try to do anything. It's had quite the workout."

"Well, put it away for now and get recharged. We still have eleven condoms left and we're going to use all of them." I was pretty hungry, having walked out of breakfast early.

"Can I use your shower? I'm feeling a little skunky." He lifted an arm and sniffed his pit. Yeah, maybe his delightful smell was getting a little strong.

"Of course, feel free." He was going to be there again, I hoped, many times. I figured I would like to join him some of those times. This time, though, we'd already had sex, barely knew each other, and it was fine to give him the space. I couldn't believe that I first set eyes on him less than twenty-four hours earlier, and now I was fantasizing about screwing him in the shower.

While he was washing up, I made the bed and tidied up some. Cathy had left wearing my sweats, and had borrowed a hoodie instead of her soaked T-shirt. She'd also taken the blanket that had been her costume. I picked the last few fish-scale sequins off my mermaid skirt and decided I'd better hand-wash it to get the costume adhesive off. It said "Machine Washable" but I figured it had to survive the abuse if I was ever going to wear it again, and I didn't want stray sequins clogging the machine anyway.

Mike emerged wearing yesterday's clothes and toweling his hair. "I want to go home and brush my teeth, get into some clean clothes. Is it OK if I come back after?"

"Please. I really enjoy having you around. Bill is over at a friend's watching the football game with Abby. He said they'd be back home sometime after it was over, but probably not hungry."

"Want me to bring some Vietnamese? I have a craving for Phong's egg rolls."

"That is the best idea you've had ... well, since we woke up. Can you get some of the curry beef, too?"

"You got it. No food issues, allergies, gluten, anything?"

"Michael O'Connor, you are the sweetest guy I have ever met. No allergies or anything. As an omnivore, I will eat anything and everything. Thank you for checking."

"Great, I didn't want to order something you couldn't share. Anything else I should pick up?"

"Two things. Your toothbrush and a change of clothes. You won't be needing pajamas." Yesterday, Normal Maria would not have said any such thing. Horny Maria might have said it, but today was different. After the magic of last night and this morning, Normal Maria had merged with Horny Maria and Brave Maria. And Unified Maria was simply stating facts. I could have made it sound like a flirty invitation, but that wasn't me. Mike and I would be spending a lot of time together, and I wanted to be practical about it.

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Mike walked home by autopilot, his brain churning. Maria was unlike any woman he'd ever met. College flings were different, he supposed, but even Beth, the one girl he'd dated for half of Freshman year and through sophomore year, had been somehow less interesting. From this perspective, of course. He'd been heartbroken when she dumped him for a summer fling, but before then had thought Beth was the greatest.

Somehow, he'd gone from "Abby thought you should meet her housemate" to having sex - after a mind-blowing evening that Mike would have remembered for conversation alone. He'd even hooked up with Cathy Johnson, a fantasy from his first semester at Adamson finally fulfilled. And not only that, Cathy and Maria were such good friends that they had even been in the same room, while Mike had screwed each of them with the other watching. No, correction, he had screwed with Cathy. With Maria, he had made love. The L-word fit here. He was falling in love. And he wanted to keep falling, falling into Maria's eyes, into her mind, into her arms, and yes, into her bed.

He was pretty sure Maria felt the same way. After all, her end of the conversation was equally great. She kept talking about magic. And she'd invited him back to spend the night. And she wanted to finish off the box of condoms she'd bought.

Mike was a hardcore science guy and didn't think there was any such thing as magic. But last night, wow. Something was in the air. Maybe the giddiness of infatuation, but that giddiness had begun even before he sat down on the couch next to a gorgeous mermaid. Whatever it had been, his feelings were powerful and growing.

Mike changed into fresh clothes, then stuffed another clean set into a backpack. He followed that with his travel toiletries kit and finally his laptop. He had done exactly zero work since finishing up those quizzes before the party. And he didn't feel like doing any tonight, but he wanted to be able to read up on some literature from

Astrophysical Journal

, and try to incorporate a newly published data set into his brown dwarf stellar evolution simulations.

His stomach reminded him that he'd eaten nothing since brunch. Well, nothing but Maria's amazing pussy, he grinned to himself. But that satisfied his balls, not his belly. Phong's eggroll and Hawaiian shrimp with rice noodle was calling to him. He pulled up their web ordering page on his phone and placed a pickup order, remembering an extra egg roll and the curry beef for Maria.

Twenty to thirty minutes, said the app. That was plenty of time, Phong's was ten minutes away. He drove to Phong's, and on the way stopped at a quality but expensive grocery where he bought a rose and some fancy chocolate.

Mike brought the take-out back to Maria's. She had set the table for two, with wine glasses and a candlestick. He was pretty glad he'd gotten the rose for her.

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After Mike went home, I sat down on the edge of my bed. My head was spinning from last night, and a warm glow spread from my nether regions. The air was no longer charged with magic, but it wasn't like it had dissipated. More like the magic had stayed around long enough to get everything started, then decided to move on after a job well done.

I was a changed person. Somehow, Normal Maria, the nervous, shy, over-analyzing virgin, had co-opted Brave Maria and Horny Maria to become New Maria. She could tell that some of her internal stresses had come from Normal Maria keeping the other Marias under control. Now that New Maria was in charge, I was confident. I was comfortable with myself and my body's desires. I was accepting of my figure as one that was beautiful, to the right eyes. And those eyes were Mike's.

I hoped that would continue for a long time. I could fall in love with Mike, maybe really live with him. Even if that didn't work out, I knew we would always be able to talk to each other. I had no idea what the relationship might turn into. I had precisely zero experience with loving relationships - Mom tolerated Dad, got along with him OK, but they were roommates more than lovers. They had "had to get married" after I was conceived. Hooray for the Pope, I guess, because they never divorced, either. But my parents were not exactly role models for love. And Mom had made it clear that sex, or its consequences anyway, had made her life miserable. I didn't doubt that they loved me, as best they could and befitting their parental obligations, but I was pretty sure they didn't love each other.

Since I had no idea what to do, I set the table for a romantic dinner for us. I put out wine glasses, but didn't pour anything yet. What goes with Vietnamese beef curry, anyway? I made sure all the flatware matched, laid out folded napkins and plates, got out some big serving spoons, and put a candlestick in the center. Whether or not we'd even sit at the table, or eat in front of the TV watching a dumb comedy, that didn't matter. It was about Mike, and about being happy together.

Not long after I'd finished, Mike returned with a loaded backpack and the sack from Phong's. He'd also bought a single red rose, which was the most romantic gesture. I snagged an empty olive jar from the recycling and rinsed it out to serve as a vase. Mike parked the take-out sack on the table and turned to receive my hug.

"It would be sappy to say I missed you, but I'm glad to be back here again."

"I'm glad you're here too. But I'm starving! Let's eat. We might need the fuel later." I winked at him.

Mike unpacked the egg rolls and their dipping sauce, my curry, and his food, which was rice noodles with shrimp and pineapple in a fusion Asian/Hawaiian dish.

"Oh, that looks pretty yummy."

"You can try some. It's my favorite order from there. I think I mentioned something about liking seafood." Mike winked.

"Well, I've heard about the reputed effects when a man eats lots of pineapple. We'll have to test that."

"For the cause of science, I shall offer myself up to your experimental work. No sacrifice is too great." His pompous expression and voice quickly fell away, and he gave me a wink and a smile. "And I bet this experiment will be great."

I loved it that we could be so flirtatious and funny about sex. That was new to me. At home, sex was shameful and dirty. Cathy, of course, loved innuendo and sexual humor. Most of that, I had sort of understood objectively. But sharing dirty jokes with a woman was way different from bantering with a man who could and would put those quips into deeds. It was practically foreplay.

We finished eating and I loaded the dishwasher while Mike put the leftovers in the fridge. Working around each other in the kitchen was awkward at first, but became almost a dance. When we'd walk by each other, a glance or a brush of hand on hip (okay, butt too) was our communication and the choreography became smooth and efficient.

"I did get dessert, sort of." Mike reached into the Phong's sack and extracted a small black box containing four chocolate truffles, individually wrapped in gold foil.

He had brought me roses and chocolate! I could have swooned, if I was in a bodice-ripper. Fortunately, New Maria was not. I opened the box and pulled out a foil-covered sphere for myself and one for Mike.

New Maria must have included a healthy dose of Comedian Maria, who teamed up with Horny Maria before I could stop myself.

"Oh, Mike, I don't know if I can fit both balls in my mouth. But I'm willing to try." I jiggled them suggestively in my palm. Comedian Maria must have been sitting next to Horny Maria when HM was watching cheesy porn, and filed away lines like that.

Mike picked up my idea, and ran with it, bless that man. "Please don't bite them."

"I'm going to have to unwrap them first." I peeled the gold foil off one of the truffles. "Ooh, that looks tasty."

"Yes. Then you should lick one." I did, exploring the chocolate with pointed tongue peeking from my opened mouth.

"Oooh, that is soooooo gooooooood" I tried to scrunch up my

face like a porn starlet orgasming, but it was too much. I'd barely been able to limit myself to a mischievous smile while doing the tongue thing. My don't-crack-up muscles were fatigued, and gave up.

"Ha! I win! You laughed first!" Mike triumphed, throwing his arms straight up. He sobered. "With my family the prize was either tickles or noogies. You get to choose."

"I don't know your family. Can I choose something else?"

"Like what?"

"I was thinking a blowjob."

"I'll have to appeal to the Rules Committee. All in favor, raise your hand." We were in the kitchen, where fortunately the windows only faced the back yard. Mike dropped his pants and underwear, and his penis flew upward like a catapult.

"That looks like a vote in favor." I crouched down in front of him and took his whole head and a bunch more. He wasn't as big as the Polish sausage of my high-school experiment, but it was plenty. I sure didn't want to gag and puke up that great curry, spicy on the way down would be no fun on the way up. So I backed off and used my left hand to spread my saliva up and down while licking his tip the same way I had the truffle.

I looked up at him. "Here, or upstairs?"

"Up" he gasped.

I stood back up, kissed him thoroughly, and hugged his body as close to mine as possible. I rubbed my crotch against his thigh (now I know why Abby liked to do that with Bill!) and felt him throb and moan. As I straightened fully, his cock poked between my shirt buttons and pushed on my belly. It's a good thing my clothes had dried him earlier. If he was at all slippery he would have come right there. And I had a better place in mind.

I pulled away, somewhat reluctantly, watching Mike's penis emerge as it slid from my shirt. It was like watching pussy lips, and the shirt button was my clit. I could tell Mike caught the image too, because he reached out and stroked little circles around and over my shirt button.

I hugged him python-tight and hissed, "Up! Now!" I had to turn that into reality.

I trotted up the stairs ahead of Mike, who was slowed by the need to finish removing his pants. I took the initiative and removed my own, leaving the shirt on and slipping a condom into the breast pocket. There was more than enough room. I posed at the top of the stairs, hands on my hips with my feet wide and my legs straight. I wanted to give Mike a little incentive as he climbed the stairs.

That plan worked pretty well. When he started up, his erection was at half-hard. It was bouncing amusingly as he climbed, though. By the time he reached the top, it wasn't bouncing so much as vibrating. I grabbed his cock and (gently, I wanted it un-damaged!) pulled Mike as I backed into my room. I held him close and put his dick head between the halves of my shirt. I dropped my hand to tickle his ball hairs.

"Where were we?" I purred.

"We were in the kitchen. I was about to cum in your bellybutton."

"Oh, yeah, that's right." I slid my torso up and down. "Did you want to finish that way?"

"Bed. With you." Mike backed up a little bit and began to unbutton my shirt, kissing each exposed bit of flesh before moving to the next. I resolved to look for something with about fifty buttons next time I went to the thrift stores.

When he ran out of buttons, he planted one more kiss where the last button would have been. This also happened to be right above my pubes. I palmed the condom and ditched the shirt. Mike peeled off his T-shirt, which had some physics equation on it, and backed me toward the bed. When my knees hit it, I sank back down. But Mike had other plans and slid to his knees before me.

"I think there's one more button. Let's see if I can get that one." He found it. He found it a couple more times. He kept on finding it. I had been so worked up by our verbal (and physical, to be fair) foreplay that I came almost immediately. Mike paused when I quit squirming, but I put a hand on his head to signal him to keep going. No dummy, him. He understood right away. He took a long, gentle lick all the way around my opening, then played with my inner lips a little. That wasn't super stimulating, though it was nice. But my clit is way too sensitive right after I come, so I appreciated the recovery time.

As my clit was calming down, Mike was gently sliding his saliva-slick fingers up into me, reaching. He curled them upwards as he stroked my G-spot, simultaneously returning a gentle tongue to my button. My "yes! Yes! There" convinced him that he was doing the right things for me. I do love a smart guy.

My second orgasm was longer and slower but less intense than the first, more long waves and not spasms. I was learning a lot about my body. Masturbation was always pretty much the

same. I knew what I was doing, had a definite goal and an experienced team of fingers to get there. They did what worked and they did it efficiently.

With Mike, I was discovering new sensations. It wasn't the same. I knew emotions made a huge difference, and while I love my hand and hope we stay attached, the presence of a person I love helped a lot. And although I could guide and anticipate, I couldn't control or predict exactly what he would do.

But as I was getting all philosophical about orgasms, Mike had caught his breath and gotten up on the bed next to me. Forcing my brain to control my thigh muscles was unlikely to happen soon. I propped myself up on my left elbow and produced the condom.

"Can I try putting it on you?"

"Sure. Remember what to do?"

"Pinch, unroll, smooth. We had a movie in ninth grade biology. If you ever need a sock unrolled onto a mannequin foot, give me a call."

"I bet the nuns swooned at that."

"Looking back, I bet a bunch of them could have come up with a more realistic prop. But I was in public school for high school, and this film probably dated back to nineteen seventy three."

I had gotten the condom on, then spent extra time on the last step, smoothing it. I rolled back and put my right knee up and my left leg angled out. Mike climbed aboard and slid into me.

Unlike our first time, there wasn't any discomfort. There was just a sensation of sliding and stretching as he entered. He was leaning on his right elbow, lying across my thigh as he pushed in and drew out. His left hand moved from my breast to my groin, with a detour to Mike's mouth, and his fingers pressed into my folds, my clit, my mound. I could feel the throbs of my clit and g-spot from his hand's pressure on the outside and his dick's pressure on the inside.

It wasn't long before I felt those throbs getting more intense, and I grabbed Mike and pulled him into me with all I could, grinding my mound against his hand and, when he moved it to caress and hold my butt, against his pubic bone.

Eventually I calmed down. Mike leaned his head back and looked me in the eyes. "Good?"

"Very good," I purred. "But you didn't come yet?"

"No, I mean after last night, and this morning, it's going to take longer."

"I'm yours. Take me as you want, now."

Mike scooted my butt over and lifted himself on to me. I took his rubber-covered dick and aimed it into my pussy. He slid in, and I wrapped my legs behind his knees and grabbed his butt with both hands. Mike began thrusting, and at the end of each thrust there was a pressure on my mons and a little angle change to his hips that pressed into my G spot. I felt like overcooked spaghetti, and had zero ability to move my hips.

Mike's thrusts grew faster and harder. His chest was against mine, and he kissed me with deep tongue as he got closer. "Mmmmm, yeah," I whispered. The action down below was getting my pulse rate up, and I found the nerve controls that let me tilt my hips to match. Or with some help from my reflexes, I did, anyway.

Clearly Mike appreciated that. In just a few strokes, he'd adjusted to what I was doing, and was getting close. I gave him a couple of encouraging squeezes with my Kegels. I was gonna be buff for my next gynecologist appointment.