Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

"That's because you've had the wine too."

"Maybe…" I say. I puff the cigarette again. Everything in the room seems to come precisely into focus. "… there, that's enough. I feel just right now." I hand the joint back to him. I pat him on the shoulder. "It was nice of you to take us out to dinner."

"I sold three paintings."

"It was nice anyway… the most pleasant evening I've had in a long time. Just don't drink so much wine or take so much of the joint that you won't want to screw me."

He laughs. "No chance of that," he says. "Shall we get down on the bed with them now?"

"Let's wait until they finish."Do you like to watch them?"

"Mmm hmm, I guess so… don't you?"

"In a way… yes. It primes me."

"Like the wine and the grass?"

"Something like that."

I laugh. "Are you primed now?" I reach over and feel his cock through his trousers. It is hard like iron. "Mmm, yes… want me to unzip you?"

He nods and puts his arm around my shoulder. I pull down his zipper, reach in, take hold of his thick cock. I play with his cock, making the wetness trickle out. I keep watching Hal and Lorraine fuck. My panties get sticky.

"Who do you like best?" Armand asks.

"… huh?"

"Which one of us? Hal or me I mean?"

"To fuck…? That's not really a fair question." I pump his prick. "If you want an honest answer though, I'd have to say I like it best when I have both of you at the same time.. Do you think that's

strange?"

"No. It just happened that way with us, I think. Have you been with other men since you came here?"

"… you think I have?"

"Yes… when you go out. Haven't you?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Many?"

"Quite a few. It never happens more than once with any of them though. I hope you're not angry."

"Why should I be?"

"I don't know… I just hope you're not. I get restless sometimes. And then I meet someone and it just seems to happen."

"I know…"

"But you're really not jealous or anything?"

"No… what good would that do? I'd rather have you to myself of course. Not with Hal either. But I don't try to control anyone. You can't do that." His deep brown eyes look sad.

I don't reply for a moment. I'm not sure what to say. "I don't feel quite that way about it, I guess," I say hesitantly. "I mean it's good with you… the best. But I always seem, to want something else too. Someone new, strange, different. It all seems to keep building up in me until I see someone I think I want. It's as if I keep looking for something but never quite find it. And when it isn't strange and new with someone anymore, I always end up looking for someone else again. I don't know why really… it just happens. I can't seem to help it. You think there's something wrong with that?"

"Everyone is different."

"But what do you think about me? Do you oh, I'm getting too serious talking like this, why don't we just fuck?"

Armand laughs. "If my cock is still new enough for you…"

"I like your cock." I say. "Really better than any of the others. Just not better than all of them. Oh I don't know what I'm talking about. Come on, screw me. Let's not talk about it. Here… let's do it right here on the chair."

"With you on top?"

"Mmm hmm… come on… let's start it."

"Are you going to fuck Hal later?"

"Probably. I think so. Someone at least. But let's not think about that now. Come on, I'm all juicy inside waiting for you. Let's get your pants off first. I like to have all of your skin bare against me. I'll undress too. I like it best when I'm naked with you. You can feel my breasts then, touch me everywhere. You look so good to me with your cock sticking up there waiting."

I get out of my dress and under things and crawl over him. I place my knees between the outside of his thighs and the arms of the big overstuffed chair. We sink down low because of the broken spring. I grasp his prick tight in my hand and rub the big head of it against the outside of my cunt lips. He plays with my breasts, does wonderful things to them with his fingers.

I keep teasing myself for a minute by not putting his cock all the way into me, then suddenly push down hard against him, feel him poke deep up into my cunt.

We fuck. I ride his prick hungrily for a minute, making it move rapidly in and out. Then I slow my strokes and savor the feeling of the hardness of him rubbing on the walls of my cunt. I cum. I like to fuck this way. To ride a prick. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me."

I walk the streets. Rampart Street. Bourbon Street. Toulouse. The night grows dark. I walk in the glow of neon. Pitchmen stand in front of strip joints trying to coax people in. Music blares out from behind the open doors. The crowds keep pushing by me. I don't see any men who interest me. I think about the handsome black waiter, but the seafood house is blocks away. I decide to stop somewhere for a drink and rest my feet. And maybe go later to the seafood place.

I see the bar where I first met Armand and go down the half flight of steps and inside. It is more crowded than the first time I was there. Most of the customers look high. The music from the back room is loud and hurts my ears.

I am surprised to see Lorraine sitting alone at a table in the corner. She waves for me to come over. The waiter brings us a drink. We chat about nothing in particular. I don't really know her very well. I've only seen her a few times at Armand's. Our knees bump beneath the table. Her leg seems to linger against mine. I am surprised when a man suddenly comes over and sits down next to her a boy really. I'd thought she was by herself. I feel left out of it as he nuzzles up to her and begins planting kisses against her cheek and neck. I am about ready to leave when Lorraine's friend excuses himself and gets up and walks through the bar to the room in back.

Lorraine laughs. "He goes back there every few minutes to take a look at the strippers," she says. "I think he -"She interrupts herself. "Shall I get rid of him?" she asks. She stares at me, her eyes intense.

I don't know quite what to make of her question but I say yes. She keeps looking into my eyes until I have to turn away.

The young man comes back. He sits down and starts drinking his beer.

"How are the girls doing?" Lorraine asks sarcastically.

"… girls?"

"The ones in the back room. The dancers. The ones you go running back every few minutes to see? Do they reach out and grab your prick? Shall I…?" I see her hand reach beneath the table. "… like this?" Her eyes tease him. I can tell that she is working at his zipper. He looks bewildered.

I hear the zipper slide open. I can tell when she grabs his cock by his sudden wide-eyed look. I see her arm start to pump. Her date or whoever he is doesn't seem to know what to make of it. He looks as if he wants her to stop but can't help letting her go ahead. We are in a dark corner of the room and I don't think anyone else notices.

The boy leans forward, grips the table as she pumps him. His eyes are glazed, his lips drawn taut and thin. I can't help glancing beneath the table. I see that his prick is all the way out. It is huge and erect. It looks very swollen above the dark material of his trousers. Lorraine's hand is working at it furiously. But when I look above the table again,,the upper half of her body and her face are relaxed and innocent looking.

She keeps taunting him as she jerks him off. Her voice is barely a whisper. A coarse whisper. "Does my hand feel good on your prick? Do I rub it as well as the strippers? You have such a nice big hard one. You should let everyone have a turn feeling it. Maybe Carrie would like to. Oh well, more chance for me then. Nice, juicy, big prick. Mmm it's going to feel nice when your warm cum shoots all over my hand. Let it go, big boy. Don't hold back. Fuck my hand. My hand is a cunt… fuck it."