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She walked across the cheap carpeting of her one bedroom apartment. She thought she was exhausted, but she had too much coke in her to really know. She was wearing a pair of old, faded jeans and her pretty black bra. She was desperately looking for a black top. �Shit I know that fucker is around here somewhere!� she said screaming in desperation over the violent femmes who were screaming even louder from her stereo.
She found it even as she screamed, lying in the not so dirty pile. She went to the mirror to check and make sure her nipples were �aligned� and buttoned the top. What was she doing she didn�t really know. She would go and visit that sweet little artist and probably fuck him again, but that was about it. She liked to think about him, the way his skin felt, the brush of short facial hair against her skin, everything. He was hard like a man should be, but had a certain sweet softness to him as well. She sprayed on some perfume she knew he liked and touched up her makeup.
�Damn just thinking about him turns me on.� She said to the mirror, its only response was her sweet smile in return. Since she met him her stomach had ached, her abdominal muscles hurt from hours of masturbating, thinking of him, his touch, and his silly strut when he walked.
She walked out to the car and turned her over. Just the thought of driving to his house had her wet. Her nipples stood stiffly, hoping for something more than the pretty bra. She pulled up to his house it was once a church. It still had a small parking lot and a baptismal. There were a few other cars there, usually were, he was popular among the artists and singers in town. She could hear the music from outside Leonard Cohen singing some sweet ballad of lost love.
She walked up to the door and knocked. He opened the door and smiled brightly. She thought she even saw his eyes dilate a little. He ran his hand through her hair and kissed her softly on the mouth. �We were just in the middle of reading some poetry,� he said huskily in her ear. �You want to participate?�
�Sure� she flashed him a coy smile. �I will make something up don�t have any on me.�
She walked in the main room, which was once the congregational room of the church. Everyone looked over the shoulders and started foot stamping. She blushed and walked up to the hot seat. �Ok you guys I don�t have anything on me so I am gonna wing it� she said. That started the cat whistles. She gestured for them to quiet down and they did.
She began:
�We be creatures of the nite
my brothers, sisters and I
we drift in lonely bars at lonely hours
Thinking of brothers and sisters past
Drinking absinthe in lives like ours.
We be creatures of the nite
Holy wanderers without family
Living on each others hopes
Fucking each others dreams.�
The cat whistles began at the word �fuck�. She gestured for them to calm down again and continued.
�We be creatures of the nite
We are what we have and what we will ever have
Pretty brothers and sisters fucking in dark alleys
Smoking Marlboros and dreaming of moonlit summer nites.�
They all started applauding loudly. Greg went up to her and kissed her passionately on the neck. �Get a room� Screamed Jody from the sofa. Everyone started laughing. �Hey has Jody went yet?� she asked the crowd. �No!!!� everyone screamed in unison. The foot stamping began and Jody approached the hot seat.
He began:
�There once was a girl from Nantucket�
Everyone started booing and throwing popcorn. He smiled and left the stage. �Get a day job!!� screamed Eric. It was the big joke going because no one had a real job. Everyone laughed. �My job is smoking your mothers pussy, and that bitch is horny 24-7 for my sweet cock.� He snapped at Eric as he took out his cock and showed it to the audience. Everyone was pretty used to the showing of Jody�s cock it happened every Saturday, so everyone watched him flap it, no big deal.
�Well I hate to leave but I gotta gig,� said Eric standing up. Everyone booed.
�Hey a man�s gotta make money to support his slacking some how. I don�t even have my gear loaded.� He said looking around for volunteers. Everyone stood up and started heading toward the door. Delly and Greg went to the door and hugged and kissed everyone goodbye.
Greg walked to his settee and sat down. He put his elbow on the arm and ran his hand through his hair. �Damn this place is a mess.� He said smiling toward Delly. She sat coolly beside him and put her hand on his thigh. �It always is baby, our friends are fucking pigs.� She whispered in his ear. She looked over the fireplace. �New painting?� she asked trying to contain her anger.
�Renoir� he said nervously chewing his nails. �Fuck you told me you wouldn�t do that again! It�s such fucking bullshit Greg!� she screamed at him getting up to leave. �You know I have obligations other than you.� He said quietly his hands were shaking. She grabbed his hands and held them together. �Greg, its not really you I am so pissed at it is him can�t you see he is taking advantage of you? I mean that fucker can�t even have kids in his house!�
�It is my decision, my life, for Christ�s sake all I do is suck him off and he gives me anything I want. You suck me off for free. Not much of a difference if you ask me.� He said calmly.
�Baby it is your life, I just don�t know sometimes if I want to be part of it. What if I got something from him? Some disease, I mean we don�t know where he has been.� She was pleading now.
�I always use a condom same as with you, I don�t know where you have been and I still love you. It�s just part of my reality, you are more important to me emotionally; I need you like I need air. You can�t think about leaving me over something as basic as my lifestyle. You knew going in, and that�s what we are about, the truth right?�
�Right� she said laying her head on his lap. His hands were still shaking as he moved them through her hair. She felt incredible pity for him as she unzipped his pants. His cock lay lifeless under his jeans he was her commando boy. She started rubbing it and it slowly came to life. Little clear drops of liquid appeared from the end as he closed his eyes. She went to the pantry and pulled out a condom. She slipped it over his cock and her mouth over it. She cupped his balls with her hands and moved her mouth too and fro over the cock. His cock was reasonably thick so her mouth got tired pretty quickly. She stood up and took off her jeans and shirt, she was going commando too. He moved over to the side of the settee jacking himself. �Masturbate for me.� He whispered, she could barely hear him over Leonard playing on repeat all in his stereo.
She spread herself as best she could on the settee and opened her pussy. She was still wet from earlier and she used it to rub her clit. He was watching her, eyes half lidded stroking his cock. He reached over and grabbed her arm. They fell to the floor together. He pulled a little saran wrap from his jean pocket and put it over her pussy. She hated it sometimes he was too fucking careful. He started sucking her clit and rubbing her. She could feel it but she knew it wasn�t as good as it could be. She mounted him and started masturbating with him in her she moved violently trying to make it feel more real through a layer of latex. She started moaning and screaming, and she thought she could hear him grunting. She felt him pulsate inside her as she came. She contracted her muscles and gripped him more firmly.
She lay on his chest and felt him go soft in her. He was sweaty and she could smell the musk of his body. She got off him to piss and she felt empty. He sat up on the oriental rug and quickly rushed to the kitchenette to wash himself.
�You want to see my new painting I am working on?� he asked as she left the bathroom still clothed only in her pretty bra. �Sure� she said lighting a cigarette. They went to his studio, and she looked at it as he rubbed her skin. All of his work seemed so distant, sad. She could hardly bare to look at it. �Read me some Kerouak� she said to him sitting on the Warhol stool. He quickly retrieved �On the road� from his shelves and began reading. His voice was silky smooth like chocolate. He read a little while and sat naked smoking a cigarette. She had wrapped a sheet around her waist. For a while she felt normal, glowing, happy. She went with him to his bed and they slept the blissful forgetful sleep of young lovers.