Author's Note: This story is a submission to this year's Nude Day Contest. If you like it, please vote it up and feel free to comment as well! I had a fun time writing it, and I hope you enjoy it as well.
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The sweet smell of afternoon Bar-B-Q wafts into the pool where I'm fucking beautiful Miss White from behind. The sun puts beads of sweat onto her back as her knees rest on the second step underwater. She claws the ground with every rough moan.
I scan the hustle and bustle of neighbors moving about the apartment complex. A gentleman holding a cigar up on the balcony catches my eye just as she squeals. He offers me a quick salute and a smirk.
I smile back and then smack her rear, then I come. I feel the gentleman watching us still and the air feels fresh with life.
This was pretty good, I had to admit. I'd have had her squealing in the coffee bar where I met her, if only I'd liked coffee bars. I hate coffee bars. I liked having the sun at my back and the sound of dogs in the neighborhood. I liked the smell of water from a garden hose, and nothing beat the feel of fresh cut grass to rest my naked bum on. God, I was getting hard again just thinking about it!
Miss White sat across from me and pulled a cigarette from her purse. Her actual name escaped me, and I only just now wondered what it was. I called her Miss White because she ordered a White Chocolate Cappuccino.
"Leave your towel off," I told her. "Let me look at you." Smiling, she lay down on her back in the poolside recliner, and I watched her naked body. She put her hands behind her head for support and bathed in the sun.
Then I saw Pigtails.
She was standing in her window as usual, which sadly cut off at her belly. She had the curtains parted, and was looking down at me from her second story apartment.
Dark red hair. Freckles peppering her soft white cheeks. And those dark-rimmed glasses of hers -- thank God for those! She was wearing them now.
She was watching me, and I was getting hard letting her watch me.
I got up to sit by Miss White. Still looking at Pigtails, I put my hand on her crotch and began to rub it. She giggled and acted pleasantly surprised, but didn't open her eyes.
I imagined she was Pigtails, who kept looking down at me from above. I could see her smiling. I saw her hand disappear below the windowsill where it probably went up her probably short skirt.
That damn window.
"What are you... uhh... looking at?" I rubbed quicker and she went back to moaning. I was making her scream when I shifted positions and brought my penis to her mouth. Pigtails looked jealous, and I almost came at that thought alone.
It serves her right. I've been to her door before, and every time she ignores me. She watches me and makes herself come, but then denies me entry. I could give her all she wants, but she's the only girl who won't let me. So she'll have to watch me give it to Miss Whatsername instead.
Ooh... and she's getting it now. I'm still making her crazy with the one hand while Pigtails watches. She has a hand on the window now, and I can tell she's close.
Just then, an old lady carrying groceries walks by her window and stops, breaking her concentration. I can faintly hear the old lady comment on her technique, then I see Pigtails freak out and throw the curtains closed.
And I laugh hysterically.
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"What is it you're trying to do to me," I had written on the last note. What a game she has me playing. She had me begging, like a kid that just wants to play a little dodgeball with his older brother's friends. And now she has a grown ass man with skills writing little notes to a woman who won't speak to him.
Fine. I'll keep taunting her.
Who's it going to be today? The pre-med student who's looking for a break in the Fiction section. She's wearing a very short white-trimmed baby blue dress made of cotton. She only has one pony tail, but she's got glasses and she's wearing flip flops.
She just gave me the look. I can see Pigtails watching from her desk at the checkout counter.
It drives her crazy when I do this: Come to the library where she works and take her customers in front of her. We are looking at each other when I walk up behind Miss Baby Blue and slip my hand with ease around her hips, down to her thigh and up her skirt. She is not wearing underwear. She is soft and shaven, and I feel her getting wet in my hand. She is gleeful and takes me into the back where there is a soft chair waiting for us.
She can't wait to get my pants off, and she hops onto me smiling. There is no skipping a beat when I enter her. "Who needs books," she says and starts to ride me.
A figure appears out of the corner of my eye. It is her, standing behind a short bookshelf. Always standing behind something -- God! It is agonizing. How awful it is that I can't have her. Oh the humanity!
But Baby Blue's movements are graceful, and she has a look of gratitude with me inside her. I feel her muscles tighten, and she wants to scream. "Don't," I tell her with a grin, "You must whisper -- we are in a library." She laughs and slaps me in the chest playfully, then runs it up to grab my neck.
An older woman walks by, and when we exchange glances, she says, "Oh, don't mind me, young man. You enjoy yourself." She smiles and pats me on the shoulder, then disappears down another aisle.
Baby Blue leans into me, and steadies her movements, now slow but deep. She's about to come, so I turn to look at Pigtails.
She is gone.
"Where on Earth did you come from?" I hear Baby Blue say to me. She's already come but knows that I haven't.
I could feel my drive waning with the absence of my Pigtails, and I was going to tell her to stop. But then I saw Pigtails again. She was at the end of the long aisle right behind Baby Blue, who was now sliding off me and getting on her knees. I was looking right at Pigtails when I felt the warmth of Baby Blue's mouth on my penis.
Just the sight of her had me hot and ready to come, and she was looking to see if I would.
Pigtails had her legs pressed tight together as she watched me come. She was looking me in the eyes as my come poured into Baby Blue. She looked pleased as she turned and went back toward her desk.
"I've got to come to the library more often!" I heard Baby Blue say.
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I had never wanted to eat meat off of a bone more after that.
Baby Blue was an object lesson: Pigtails was getting to me. I could have come with her. Should have come with her. Pigtails would have gone nuts to see it. I would have gone nuts even, because Baby Blue felt pretty damn good.
Pigtails was becoming an obsession. I sat there in my favorite steakhouse and felt the juicy steak between my teeth. It was my favorite place not just because of the beef, but because of the eye candy. So many girls to choose from.
Today, it's a mid-twenties beauty with pink hair in an aquamarine tank top and black jeans. I can see the straps of a lime green bra underneath.
But she didn't have glasses, like my Pigtails. She didn't have freckles. And she most definitely did not have pigtails.
She lingered at my table and eventually sat down. She ran her hand up my leg under the table and felt my crotch, but did not find a bulge there. She looked hurt.
"I'm sorry, but I have a lot on my mind." What could be happening, for me to say this to someone like Pink? Pink was sexy as hell, and nothing would have stopped me before from enjoying some of that right here and now.
"I wish there was something I could do," she said. She had a thumb resting with its nail on her bottom teeth, and she was looking me up and down.
"Ok, I have an idea, but you can say no if you want to." She sat up instantly, with excitement in her eyes. "I want to make my girlfriend really mad. So mad that she'll break up with me."
"Ahuh..." she said, nodding.
I was going to continue, but I could see it was settled in her eyes.
