Chapter 7
It was a few days later, and Laura kept feeling these restless urges.
She kept thinking back to Eddie, recognizing that Marty could not match his action. She had sex with Marty just the evening before, and even though she did her best to suppress her true feelings, the whole evening was a disappointment. She had gasped and sighed as he had pummeled her with his pecker, grinding it into her pussy, but through it all she knew that she wasn't getting nearly the sensations she had received from Eddie when he had fucked her.
Laura went out to show some houses to a rock drummer by the name of Gary Sawyer. Gary had long blonde hair and was in his early twenties. The more time that Laura spent with him, the greater the recognition became that she wasn't so much interested in making a commission on the sale of a house as she was about the possibility of going to bed with him.
She took him out for coffee. As they sat in the restaurant, sipping the coffee, she looked at him and smiled.
I'll bet you drink stuff a lot stronger than this," she said.
"As a matter-of-fact, usually the kind of coffee I have is Irish coffee," he smiled. "But even that isn't my big bag. What I really like is smoking grass."
"Tell me more."
"You haven't lived until you've seen me high on the stuff."
"Do you usually get high when you perform?" she asked.
"Of course I do. Most musicians I know do. Everyone in our rock group does."
"That's kind of the way I figured it."
"You've smoked grass, haven't you?"
"Only once," she told him apologetically. "The only time that I did it, my husband was with me. He can be so much of a damn square. I wanted to try it again. He was scared as hell to try it even once. Oh, he went through the motions. He smoked it a little, but he didn't begin to smoke it in the way that he could have. That really pissed me off. He could have really given it his all and we could have had a blast."
"Well, you're still married to him so he can't be all that bad."
"He's a good provider," she shrugged, "but in some other ways he leaves a lot to be desired."
"I'm sorry to hear that for your sake."
"So am I," she nodded sadly.
"If I had a woman like you, I'd be fucking her all the time. I'd turn her every way but loose."
"Is that right?"
"That's the damn truth. Hell, you're so sexy. As a matter-of-fact, I can hardly stand looking at you without having to juice."
"Why don't you take me over to your pad, baby?" Laura asked.
She reached underneath the table, placing her hand on top of his left leg. He looked at her and grinned knowingly.
T see that you speak my language," he told her. "Yeah, I'm all for getting involved. Let's do it right now."
"Just what I was hoping you'd say," Laura said smilingly.
They left for Gary's apartment. A few minutes later they were inside, and as Gary locked all the doors, closed all the windows, and pulled the drapes, he walked over and picked up some marijuana.
"Damned, I really love smoking this stuff," he told her. "It's light-up time, sweetheart."
"I'm all for that."
Gary quickly lit two marijuana cigarettes, one for Laura and the other for himself. They kept inhaling deeply, taking long, reflective puffs. They would close their eyes, then exhale. It didn't take long for Laura to enter a state of giddiness. As she sat there on the floor, puffing on the grass, she began to roll. She burst into loud laughter, and as her body kept rolling, she looked over at Gary.
He had a crooked smile on his face as he kept puffing, and every now and then he would look over at her and stare. As he did so, he began to mentally undress her, thinking about how wonderful it would be to engage in some swift, romping sex with her.
As soon as Gary finished his cigarette, he jumped up from the rug.
"This always makes me want to take off my clothes," he said. "I like grass because it lets you completely throw away your inhibitions. I'm gonna take everything off, baby. I'm gonna enjoy every bit of this. I'm gonna turn you on and get turned on. Yes, sweetie. This is great. I'm gonna fuck you like mad. You just wait and see."
As Laura kept on smoking the grass, she watched her lover as he removed his clothes. He then got down to his shorts and T-shirt. He pulled both dff, at which time he stretched out on the rug. He looked down at his hard cock, which he tugged on several times.
A few moments later, Laura finished her cigarette.
"Join me," he said. "Take everything off. Come on, let it all hang out."
As Laura stood in the center of the room, she kicked off her shoes. She stood with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a bright red dress, and Gary's eyes kept on focusing on her gorgeous legs.
He got up and walked quickly toward his set of drums. They were located just in the corner of the room. He sat down at the drums and quickly began to play.
"When I'm really turned on, I start playing these drums," he said. "I like to blast the hell out of them. So come on, honey. I want you to take everything off. Baby, strip to the music of the drums. I always like to do that with a chick. I like to blast away at the drums while she's taking everything off. Come on, dear. Let it all hang out. Take everything off. Strip, come on, I want you to completely strip."
At first Laura reacted by bursting into laughter. She liked Gary's youthful, uninhibited manner. He seemed to be in a perpetual state of restlessness. As she watched him play the drums, she reached back and began to undo her dress. The more she heard of the loud sounds, the more she felt like dancing. She let her body wiggle rhythmically to the music as she removed her dress. As she stood there in the middle of the room, her bare feet atop the rug, he fastened his eyes on her almost-nude body. She wore nothing mor than her panties and bra, and Gary knew that in just a matter of a few moments she would have those off.
"Just look at that beautiful bod," he swooned. "I'm gonna keep knocking the hell out of these drums. Yeah, this is the way to go. I really love it, baby."
He kept on drawing a steady beat on the drums, working the sticks with relentless energy. She watched the sweat pour down his face. Gar" ' pt on staring at her, observing closely as she undid her bra straps. She plucked off her bra, then reached down and grabbed at her panties. She held onto the elastic of her panties, then pulled down quickly at them. The faster that she tugged, the quicker that her hips swung back and forth. Pretty soon she had completely removed her panties. She reached down with her right hand, letting her fingers move twitchingly over her pussy hairs.
"I love touching my snatch," she said, "I like that feeling."
I'll just bet that you do," he laughed. "Baby doll, I'm moving to the grand finale. Dance, sweetheart. Just move your hips and legs. Come on, dance to the music."
As he kept on beating the drums, moving at an even quicker pace, Laura sought to accommodate him. She moved her hips from side to side, letting them grind steadily. He loved the sight of her beautiful body as it cavorted nudely on the rug. He dropped his right drum stick, continuing to drum with the left. He moved his right hand down toward his hard, exhilarated peter. He ran his fingers up and down his cock, loving every swift, steady movement that he applied. The quicker that his fingers pumped up and down against his long, hard rod, the more he enjoyed it. He loved everything that was happening.
While his fingers kept on making their piercing strides against his dick, he kept on watching his lover move her hips. They danced ever more quickly, and finally he wrapped up the number, putting down the drum stick, then jumping up from his seat and walking toward her.
"That was really all I needed," he said. "Now I've just got to fuck you. I've got to fuck you right now, in fact."
He threw his arms around her body, then thrust his twisting tongue forward. He let his tongue make contact with her mouth. Back and forth Gary asserted his tongue, sliding it with great brilliance against hers. He moved her body downward toward the rug, then climbed on top of her. He reached out with both hands, allowing his fingers to grip at her breasts. His fingers slashed spectacularly against her tits, then wound up piercing her nipples.
"Give me a nice fuck," she called out. "Baby, oh, I want you to screw me."
Gary's dazzling fingers gracefully made their way over her breasts for a few more strokes. He released them, after which he got set to probe with his hard cock. He pushed his prick down between her legs, letting it make its initial impact inside of her mound. As his fingers kept stroking against her nipples, his prick penetrated sharply inside of her mound. His whole body twisted back and forth as he fucked her snatch, driving his determined spear deep inside of her pussy.
"Come on, give me a nice fuck," she sighed. "Darling, come on, keep grinding your cock. Keep stabbing me with it. Fuck my pussy, baby. Come on, keep up your sharp, plunging stabs. Screw me. Baby doll, ohhh, come on and screw me."
His hard, driving cock kept on piercing her mound. Back and forth he kept on sliding his dick, loving each and every deep, piercing stab that he asserted inside of her nest. The harder that he fucked her, the more profound a sense of joy and accomplishment that he felt. He liked digging his long, inspired tool ever so deeply inside of her. He kept on pumping, pushing his hard cock frantically inside of her pussy. He was moving himself that much nearer, projecting himself that much closer to the point of a solid climax.
"Keep fucking," she gulped. "Come on, baby. I really like that. Yeah, you've got good action. Damned, ohhh, what good body control. Come on, darling. Keep it going. Yes, ohhh, keep up your cock movements."
Gary reached out and patted her buttocks. He started out by patting, and pretty soon he was slapping. His cock kept up its steady, agitating movements, manipulating ever so deeply inside her twat. Her legs kept on twisting, her body swaying back and forth as he pushed his piston-like organ ever nearer to the ultimate moment of climax.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she gulped. T just love it, dear. Yes, you're such a good screw. Baby, oh, you're a great screw. Keep your cock moving. Keep slamming it inside me."
Now she was flinging his body back and forth, making certain that she shoved her pussy toward his cock. She wanted to meet his swift, piercing stabs head on.
He kept on pumping with his dick, enjoying the swift, assertive stabs that he kept on pushing in her direction.
"Baby, this is nice," he grinned. "Here we go, baby doll. Yes, ahhh, I'm about off."
He slapped at her ass cheeks, then heaved one loud, last sigh. A few stabbing strokes later, the first few droplets of thick white juice began to emerge from the end of his cock. It caused his whole body to squirm. He kept heaving deep sighs, his heart pounding relentlessly as the juices kept on spraying from the end of Gary's tool.
"That strip dance was the last straw," he gulped. "That's what I needed, honey. That's all that I needed, in fact, for morale purposes. Yeah, oh, I'm so turned on. So damned turned on."
He slid his lips forward, letting them push against hers. All the while the fleeting droplets of thick, white cum kept on splashing out of the end of his long, hot dick. A few moments later, he withdrew his cock from her mound. He smiled happily.
"That's what I call a good screw. Baby doll, thank you. You were every bit as turned on as I was."
"Yes. When I get rolling, I'm a hard girl to stop."
"So I see. This is just the beginning. As for me, I'm just getting warmed up."
"That's the way it is with both of us," she laughed.