Allies
Jim was falling asleep over his half-emptied pint of beer, his forehead dotted with foam from the rim. A gentle hand touched his shoulder and he started, his hand flying to his empty holster before he remembered he had left his sidearm back at the camp.
His alarm faded as he peered up at Lily the barmaid, a busty Scottish implant who had come down to take over her cousin’s pub when he joined the British ranks. She smiled at him. "Ach, poor Jim, too tired tae finish ‘is beer.“
"Tired, cold, and lonely,” Jim said morosely, patting the side of his glass. "Right now in Mississippi it’s gettin’ warm and here I am.“
"Yer doin’ great things,” Lily reassured him, bending even lower so that his line of sight was filled with her pale breasts. Escaped strands of her red-brown hair tickled them so the barely-visible nipples puckered. "I ‘ave tae say, ye deserve better than yer cold room. Wish tae join me?“
New energy rushed through Jim’s limbs. "In fact I do, ma’am.”
“Lily,” she corrected with a laugh, “it’s Lily.”
She pointed towards a door in the back and went to turn the sign at the entrance to CLOSED. Then she shooed him into the back, where there was a small cot and a generous pile of wool blankets.
Jim suddenly found himself self-conscious. He hadn’t been with a woman in months – years, if you didn’t count the farewell blowjob his high school crush Miriam had given him before deployment. He swallowed hard, taking in Lily’s ample form as she undid the fasteners on her dress and her breasts swung free.
She reached for him. "C’mere, love,“ she said, and guided his mouth to her. Grateful for the instruction, he lapped at the hardening nipple, nibbling it so Lily squealed. After a moment, she gave him a hearty shove and he fell backwards onto the cot.
"Pants off,” she ordered, and he scrambled to obey. He took his cock in one hand and was about to warm up when Lily slapped the hand away. She reached up and caught all her hair in one hand, then leaned dramatically over him and swirled her tongue down the length of his cock. Jim arched his back and struggled to keep from coming – so long with so little time to touch himself, and he was ready to explode.
But he waited until Lily tugged her dress over her head and swung her pale white legs to either side of him. She put her hands beneath his uniform and clutched at his chest. "Mmm, do I love a hairy man,“ she said, muffled, into the top of his head. Planting a kiss there, she reached down and slipped him inside of her.
Jim gasped. She was warm and soft and tight, and already he could feel her relief dribbling between his balls. He planted his hands firmly in her ass and held her down while thrusting up, and she threw back her head, laughing a wild, warrior-girl laugh.
"Ahhhch, dear sweet Lord above, but I needed tae fuck,” she said between laughs, and Jim clenched his teeth and shot into her. He held on, unwilling to let go, until the spots faded from his eyes.
Lily patted his stomach and smiled. "Good fer ye. Now yer gonna suck my clit, love, for I still ‘ave tae get somethin’ out o’ this.“
oh hey, is it March already? guess that means it’s time to do a quick check-up on my goals for the year.
- learn how to drive – just finished the driver’s manual yesterday! I should get to take the permit test in the next couple of weeks, and we’re obtaining a second vehicle soon here so that I can practice on something other than our beautiful Six.
- get good at doodling humans – no real progress here. I did pick up my iPad for doodling last night.
- edit God Grown Old – I’m not far from the end of my initial reader’s read-through.
- obtain film credit more significant than PA – have I mentioned that a) Jake’s coworker wants to train me as an assistant director and b) Jake’s boss has made me head of his official writing team for a couple of shows? yeah. yeeeahhhh.
- continue to improve dancing abilities – been slacking on this.
- give a handmade gift to Important People – still waiting to get my supplies and space back when we move, so I’m thinking this officially starts in June/July.
- exercise at least 4x per week – I haven’t been keeping track anywhere, but I’ve been keeping up at least 3x per week. more like 4x, most weeks.
- read 50 books – Goodreads says I’m 2 books ahead of schedule as of today, and I’ve read 10 so far.
and wedding planning has been slowly and un-stressfully progressing. I’m pleased.
so, all in all, I’ve been pretty good! I’ve been hella busier than I expected with my main job and several side projects, but I’ve managed to keep my own goals pretty well on track in the midst of it. and now as the weather gets nicer it’ll get harder to actually procrastinate (so she says). onward!
honestly: soulmateness has exceeded 9000%
we’ve reached hypercritical mass
must
get
married
am I crazy for letting three little emoji make me so happy? probably. whatever. <3
A Matter of Ass
There were three bare asses in a row, the girls bent over a railing, their heads together and giggling as they waited. The girl from the front desk touched Whippet’s elbow. "It’ll be those three. Showers are in the back, towels on the shelves, and just wrap yourself up and stand over there and warm up. Seriously. You’ll do great.“ She gave him a brilliant smile and was gone.
Whippet gulped and slunk across to the shower room. He hosed off, trying to stop shaking. You didn’t even use your real name, he reminded himself. No one will know.
The towels were big and soft, and he lounged in them for a moment, enjoying the steam from the painfully hot shower before he slipped back into the main room. The girls hadn’t moved, and their asses jiggled whenever they shifted, beckoning him. He dropped his hand to his cock and encouraged its hardening.
The doors banged open. "Right! So let’s do this.” The man that Whippet knew as Sam, one of the producers at the studio, crossed the room in three big strides. "Where’s our man?“ He consulted his clipboard. "Whippet?”
“Here,” Whippet said in a tiny voice. Sam glanced up, his eyebrows betraying his skepticism, but he shrugged and made a checkmark.
“Cameras,” Sam said, and the girl from the front desk was at Whippet’s side again.
“This way,” she said, leading him to the three bare asses. She took his hand and rested it on the first ass, a dark, savory round one. "Whippet, this is Daisy.“
The girl looked over her shoulder, flashing her very white teeth. "Hi, Whippet. You gonna fuck me up the ass today?”
He swallowed again. "Uh – sure, yeah, I’m gonna – “ He looked to the front desk girl, who gave him an expectant look. "Fuck you so hard.”
“Oh good,” Daisy said, and turned away to giggle with her co-stars.
“Honey, and Fuschia,” the desk girl said, putting his hand on each ass in turn. "You’ll love them. They’re sweethearts.“
"Sweethearts. Right.” Whippet fumbled under the towel for his cock. Someone whipped away the towel and turned a heat lamp towards them. Whippet found that his shaking was slowing down.
The director cried, “Action!” and the girls wriggled over the railing for a while before they stood and presented themselves to Whippet. He reached tentatively for their breasts, but soon the timidity was gone as they rubbed their bare flesh against his.
Then Daisy rolled in front of him and presented herself, cheeks spread wide. Whippet gazed down at the tiny puckered hole and licked his lips.
“Kiss it,” the director called.
Whippet put one hand on each cheek and spread her wide. He hesitated, then flicked out his tongue. Daisy’s flavor was sweet and aromatic, completely unoffensive and very arousing. He worked his way around the perimeter, then someone dashed up and slickened his cock with lube.
He took a deep breath and let her wiggle against him for a moment before he pressed the tip to her hole and pushed in. She opened to receive him, tightening around his shaft, and he groaned. “Oh god. Godddd.”
“Mmmm. I like you right there. Go deeper in my ass.”
Whippet began to thrust, throwing his head back so he could concentrate. When he looked down, Daisy’s soft back bobbing in front of him made him clench his nails into her thighs and squeeze. She whimpered and shivered and Whippet found his vision going red.
Someone pulled him free and hands were on his cock. He looked down to see Honey and Fuschia working him up and down, grinning.
“Can’t come too soon, lover boy,” Honey said, and he happily leaned into the mercy of their tongues.
