Tammy and I spent the rest of the day recovering. We had a short conversation about it, but that's about all.
"Dude, that was fun and all, but I don't even really like you."
I couldn't help but chuckle a little at her frankness. "Yeah. Maybe it's best we just don't mention that again."
She looked at me blankly and affirmed, "Okay."
"But yeah. If we're in the same place at the same time again, there's nothing wrong with fun. Make Thanksgiving more interesting at least."
She breathed deep, and sighed around a starry eyed, "Yeah."
She went to her room, and I went out to a local dive bar and stared at a basketball game on the TV.
Tammy had gone for pre-law in college. She had a law school all lined up and was leaving for it before my dad, and her mom got back from their vacation. I on the other hand had made one of the worst decisions of my life and got a Liberal Arts degree. My prospects at the time were limited to a handful of resumes I had sent to Starbucks, and Applebee's. I didn't even know if I was staying in Phoenix when our parents got back, but didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. I was just kind of lost.
I had a week between when Tammy left and when my dad and his wife got back. Instead of figuring out what the fuck I was doing with my life, I decided I was going to continue my experiments with whatever the hell I was doing to Tammy.
It seemed like when I told her to do something, normally she said no, but when I asked her to do something, or when I sought her consent, she said yes. I thought back on my dating experience and could not for the life of me remember a time I had asked a woman if we could do something and she said no. Many times, in particular with anal, women I was with would object to something before I asked, but when I did just ask, they always said yes.
I had never before taken it as far as I had with Tammy though. I think mostly just because the fact that we were having sex at all was so unexpected, I realized something more had to be at work.
I dropped Tammy off at the Airport on the day she was leaving. I had absolutely nothing to do with the rest of my day. On the way home I stopped at a strip mall liquor store to fill out an application, and there in the rum aisle, was something to do.
She was maybe 5 foot 3 if she took her six inch platform heels off, straight three-tone blonde/black/crayon-red hair to her waist, her chest was large to the point of clearly fake, the same could be said of her lips, and she had that deeply tan almost crisped looking skin you saw everywhere in the southwest. Between the tan and the obvious penchant for cosmetic surgery her age was unplaceable. She could have been anywhere between 25 and 65. She was wearing Jackie-O style sunglasses, a short, pleated, black miniskirt, and a tight, plain white tank top that left her neon pink leopard print bra clearly displayed. I gave up on the application before I even saw it and approached her.
"Hi."
She looked at me briefly with a perturbed expression, then turned her attention back to the bottles.
"Could you tell me your name?"
"It's Linda." She made a shocked face as if to add, "Why the fuck did I tell you my name?"
"I'm Mike. What are you doing today, Linda?"
She snatched a bottle off the shelf, shook it at me violently, half smiled in a mean kind of way, and turned to leave.
"Can we go get coffee?"
She said, "Okay," and froze in her tracks. She turned slowly to look at me, and now had an expression of legitimate shock on her face.
"Right now?"
She still looked shocked at her own behavior, but said "Okay," anyway.
I was pretty impressed that it was working, and also suddenly very impressed that Tammy had seemed so willing. "Buy your stuff, you can catch up to me outside." Outside the heat was coming off the pavement so hot you could not have properly fried an egg on it. Linda joined me after a moment, and shook her head and scowled at me a little, then confirmed, "I don't know why I'm doing this."
I pointed across the lot to a coffee shop, and said, "I think we should drive to the Starbucks. It's fucking hot. Can we take your car?"
She half smiled that angry little smile again, and said, "Okay."
She drove her Jeep Wrangler across the parking lot, pulled into a spot and started to get out. I interrupted her, "Hey, Linda? What do you think about sucking my cock first?"
Her face settled into a hard look of disgust, her mouth hung open a little in shock, her whole face was saying, "What the fuck is your problem?" But her surgically sculpted mouth revolted and just said the word, "Okay," with a twitch. She leaned over my lap, undid my pants, said, "I can't believe I'm doing this," and filled her mouth with my already half hard cock.
She wasn't very good at it. Her heavily padded lips felt like they were barely making contact. She didn't even try to get it in much past the head.
"Can you take it deeper?" She mumbled a response around my cock. I had a pretty good idea what it was. She started taking it deeper. Her throat sloshed around the head of my cock, and she gagged a little. Her saliva started running down my balls and inner thigh. "A little deeper, baby. You can get it all the way, I know you can." She stopped working with any rhythm at all and just tried to mash her face into my pubes at odd intervals, pulling up so she could keep breathing. She still had about an inch or two left. I asked sweetly, "Can I help?" and pushed as hard as I could on the back of her head.
She gagged hard and loud. Saliva exploded from around my cock, even out of her nose. Her hand slapped at my thigh, but I kept the pressure on the back of her head until she made pleading eye contact with me. I pulled her off by her hair, tipping her head back so I could look right into her face. Her makeup had started running from her eyes, and spit hung off of her mouth and collected in her cleavage. "Just like that, but faster, okay?"
I kicked my left leg up onto her seat and she slid down into the footwell. She had her palms on my thighs and was fucking me hard and fast with her mouth. Her slobber ran down her chin and neck, it soaked her flimsy top from the cleavage out. Her eye makeup had now streaked her face, and one of her eyes was looking a little bloodshot. Her lipstick was smeared mostly on my cock, but some had gotten up across her cheekbone. She kept that pace for longer than I would have thought possible, but eventually she got me there. "Let me give you a facial." She pulled her head back leaving long strings of spit hanging between her mouth and my dick. I stroked myself off slowly, making her stare down my throbbing cock for a length of time that could have been considered cruel.
Eventually I did cum though. And I came a lot. My first shot hit her upper lip, and splattered upward under her eye, running down and mixing with her escaping makeup. The second across the bridge of her nose. The rest either made it in her mouth, running down her chin, or joined the damp spot in her cleavage.
She immediately went to clean it up. "No no no. You should leave it like that."
Her eyes bugged at me. She shuddered a little. She was clearly terrified, but said, "Okay."
"Lets go get coffee now."
Again, she twitched like the Abe Lincoln Puppet at the Hall Of Presidents, and defeatedly said, "Okay."
We walked toward the coffee shop, I stopped on the sidewalk. "I'm going to grab that table, get me an iced coffee, okay?"
Her head twitched like it would start sparking and catch fire at any moment. "Okay." I held the door for her and she walked into the Starbucks that had my resume on file, with a mess of, cum, spit, and mascara dripping off of her face soaking into her preposterously fake tits.
I sat down, and honestly was pretty damn pleased with myself. This had been a really successful test. This woman didn't even want to talk to me, but just by asking she let me facefuck her in public, give her a facial, and send her into a coffee shop to order with cum all over her face. I think the experiment was over. Now I was going to have some fun.
When she came back her face was ashen under all the fluids. "I can't believe I did that. Everybody stared, but nobody said anything." She held her cup up to take a sip of her drink, it had, "CUMDUMPSTER," written on the side where it should have said, "Linda."
"This is turning you on though, right?"
Her eye twitched, and she breathed heavily. Calmly said, "It is now." She took another sip, and said, "Yeah, this is really hot. Thank you."
"Why don't you clean up you face?"
"Okay." She reached into her purse, presumably for some Kleenex.
"No." I put my hand gently on her wrist. "Use your panties, baby."
Both of her eyelids twitched, and she took a deep breath. Slowly she pushed her chair back a little. She didn't even look around to see if she was being watched first, just spread her legs, hiked up the front hem of her skirt, flashed a sheer pair of lacy zebra print briefs at me, and slowly started sliding them down her thighs. The panties got stuck on the strap of one of her shoes, and she struggled getting them free for nearly 15 seconds, repeatedly flashing her pussy at me while she did. She didn't have tanlines, her pubic hair was waxed into a heart, and she was clearly dripping wet.
Once they were free, she wiped at her face with them slowly and deliberately, making eye contact with me the whole time. "Am I getting it all?"
"A little right there still." I pointed to her cheekbone, and she wiped it up.
She dipped the panties into her cleavage and they came back out leaving a trail of moisture up to her collarbones. She continued wiping, but at this point she was just smearing it around. She held them up by a corner and said, "What do I do with these?"
"Normally people wear them."
She took the clue. "Okay." She pushed her chair back a little more, stood up, and stepped, one platformed heel at a time into the dripping wet panties. As she pulled them up the dampness made them get rolled at the waist a little and she stood there fighting it with her skirt hiked all the way up for several seconds. Finally she got it untwisted and ran a fingertip from each hand under the lace edge on either side of her ass snapping it into place. She dropped the hem of her skirt, smoothed it with her hands and sat back down. She looked me right in the face and said, "I forgot your name, but if I don't get off soon I'm going to explode."
I reached out and touched her hand. "Now I want to see that." She looked at me, and even though she had traces of the same glazed look Tammy had, I could see that under it was fear. Fear and lust. Fearlust.
"Oh god."
"And I'm Mike."
