Ch. 7: Bite Therapy
The rest of the evening at Ozzie and Paula's was uneventful. Ellen was pretty drunk when we left the party; and we hadn't gotten halfway home before she made it damn clear she wanted to have sex. When we got to the house I had to zip my pants up just to get out of the car and go inside.
The phone was ringing as we opened the front door. It was Ozzie, "Hey Dave; you left your wallet here."
I tried to talk as I fondled Ellen's butt and she pulled off my shirt. "I thought I left it in my car's glove box. If it's okay I'll just pick it up tomorrow."
"You better come get it now. We leave first thing in the morning to visit relatives and I wouldn't want to set it out for you."
Ellen didn't seem too disappointed, "Fuck it. I'm going to bed."
I hopped back in the car just wearing my cut-offs and drove back to Ozzie's. Nobody answered the front door so I walked around to the back.
Paula was standing leisurely next to the pool wearing an oversized T-shirt. I joined her and realized she was smoking weed. "Ozzie has your wallet."
I noticed that Paula's nipples were poking into the T-shirt. She took a deep hit and passed the joint to me, "Here, you can finish this if you want. I'm going to have an afterburner." She lit a cigarette as I took a deep draft of weed. It could have been my imagination but I felt high on the very first puff. We stared peacefully at the patterns made by the underwater lights and the surface ripples of the pool.
"You know what?" Paula asked. "I am damn good at my job." She did not look at me even though we were standing close. "Ozzie and his dad are both fraternity boys and they don't do a fucking thing anymore because I take care of all of it for them. They're just like management everywhere; they sit around drinking and telling stories that make them feel superior."
She continued to gaze at the water's surface and I just listened. "I don't complain since I get paid well, but that's only because other contractors have tried to hire me away. I know those two look down on me because I'm not a high class sorority chick but I don't care. The working class men working for us think well of me and that means more."
Paula took a drag on her cigarette then continued, "Even in our group of friends I can tell that I have lower status. Sharon and Ellen never really take me seriously and I work circles around them. I have to admit that bothers me, because they know me well and it still doesn't overcome the fact that I was never in a sorority and will never be a high class socialite. I don't really want those things, but I do want the respect of my close friends."
I began to feel defensive. "Oh Paula; I think we have plenty of respect for you."
"You're the exception, Dave." Paula finally looked at me with a smile and affectionately nudged a shoulder into me, causing her little titties to jiggle. "You have a healthy dark side, and I think that helps you appreciate someone like me."
Paula said that as if it were a compliment. The marijuana was having a peaceful effect but I still felt insulted. "Hey, just because I make a little mistake doesn't mean I have a secret dark side."
Paula laughed and looked at me as if I were joking, but recovered, "Well maybe you're right. Let's find Ozzie and get your wallet."
Paula gave me a brief full body hug that felt very good, and then she led me to the house. The way her butt wiggled I wondered if she was wearing anything under that T-shirt.
Ozzie was laid out on the couch asleep and with his mouth wide open. One arm was extended to the floor and he had my wallet clutched in his palm. Paula and I giggled quietly and stumbled into each other. She draped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to whisper, "He's so cute when he's like this."
I was keenly aware of how much I enjoyed physical contact with Paula. She tugged me along then bent down to carefully retrieve my wallet. I watched the T-shirt ride up the back of her legs and leaned so far forward to get a peak that when Paula straightened up she bumped into me.
"Finders keepers." she announced and I gladly accepted her invitation to wrestle over my wallet.
Our bare legs tangled around each other as I halfheartedly reached for my wallet. We stumbled around giggling in the living room but I kept an eye on Ozzie. He never moved a muscle.
It was loads of fun having Paula wriggle and squirm against my bare chest. Her thin T-shirt material did little to keep me from experiencing the thrill of her jiggling titties and firm ass. Then she began to talk smack in a loud whisper.
"You can't take this wallet away from me. You know why?" Paula said as we playfully circled each other like two wrestlers.
"Tell me why."
"Because you're a weak, lying, sissy fraternity boy just like your friends."
I smiled and thought to myself that she must want to play rougher. I lunged at her, fully expecting to feel the pleasure of more soft bosom and jiggling butt. Instead all I got was elbows and knees, which was kind of irritating. It was uncomfortable enough that I backed away and circled again.
Paula was breathing hard and had an amused smile, but I couldn't tell if we were still playing or if this had turned into some sort of competition. Whatever it was she kept up the trash talk.
"What good are those showboat muscles of yours?"
What the fuck kind of question was that?
Paula was quicker and stronger than she looked and took the opportunity of my confusion to grab the waste of my loose-fitting shorts and pull hard, slamming our bodies into each other.
It hurt but Paula seemed impervious and taunted, "You fucking pussy!"
I had no idea what I did to piss her off, and I didn't care. I just wanted her to shut her God damn mouth. But I was still hesitant to take her seriously and I was back on my heels. After all, she was just a girl. Without warning she slapped me on the side of my head with my own wallet, causing credit cards to fly. My hands automatically lifted up and that's when she gave me a straight-arm roundhouse slap right on my side, which stung like a son of a bitch. I lost my shit and stopped caring that she was a girl. I got a running start and tackled her with my shoulder right in her gut.
It surprised me how light she was and I stumbled across the room with her on my shoulder. Somehow I hit the kitchen door frame and she spun out of my grasp and onto the cold kitchen floor, still hanging on to my wallet.
The wind knocked out of her, Paula was on her hands and knees, disoriented. She was facing away from me, her oversized t-shirt bunched up around her shoulders. She was completely naked underneath, her shaved and rosy-red pussy protruding below her cute little butt. A small tattoo of a dolphin was on one buttock. I didn't give a shit about any of that because I was lost in anger. I slapped that dolphin tattoo as hard as I could, my hand landing with a loud whap!
Paula spun around on the floor from the force of the blow. She hissed at me and pounced on my lower legs. She bit down on my calf and shook her head like a shark in a feeding frenzy. I tried to shake her loose but her teeth remained clenched tight, the floor getting smeared with my blood. It occurred to me that my life might be in danger with this tough, crazy bitch. But I was so furious I didn't care and I sure as hell was not going to give up.
Paula's teeth were still buried in my calf as I fell on my ass and scooped up her body. Paula was naked and upside down in my lap with her pussy in my face. I opened my mouth and carefully placed my upper teeth on her asshole and my lower teeth in her pussy. I did not bite down, I just waited.
She very slowly released her bite on my calf then breathlessly asked, "Still think you don't have a dark side?"
I couldn't believe this shit. Did Paula start all of this just to prove a point? At first I wanted to blame my behavior on her, but it dawned on me that I could have quit at any time.
I released my bite on Paula's taint and took a deep breath of fresh air. A small amount of my blood was on the floor and on each of us. Her buttock dolphin tattoo was in the center of a big red welt the shape of my hand. I looked over Paula's naked ass into the living room and saw Ozzie still asleep on the couch.
Paula spoke from her upside down position, "So what if you have a selfish and violent part of your character? If you learn to deal with it maybe you won't end up like your dad."
"Shut the fuck up!" I barked at her. But after a moment's reflection, I admitted, "Okay, I have a dark side. Now hold still so I can lick your pussy."
I felt my wallet hit me in the chest and fall to the floor. We rolled backward and ended up in a 69 position. While I fed on her slit Paula easily removed my shorts and her t-shirt and then I felt her warm mouth engulf my straining cock.
"You're wet," I murmured, pushing my tongue past her engorged lips and into a hot, liquid reservoir.
"I've been wet for weeks," she said, "Ever since I watched you cram your hulk of a dick into Sharon in the backseat of that car."
"Good, because I sure want to fuck you right now."
Paula responded by hurrying onto all fours and arching her back for me. I approached her on my knees and got a brief view of her cute round dimpled butt and her red juicy pussy. I reached around, grabbed those little tits and began hunching against her backside. Paula moved her pussy around trying to help me find the target, as neither of us resorted to a guiding hand for help.
"Dave, go easy," Paula gasped. "I've only had one partner and he doesn't have your size."
I know I should have felt guilty. I was on the verge of stretching the pussy of my friend's girlfriend. But any chance I had for reconsidering vanished when the head of my dick stumbled on the wet spot. Paula grunted and threw her head up. I froze and simply absorbed the tingling thrill coursing through my body from her warm pussy.
